Rachel Blake Post 005 Copenhagen
Guys, we’ve got a problem. Mittelwerk and his Hanso Foundation cronies are officially off the grid, running to who knows where. I mean, I guess on the one hand I should be pretty happy, maybe that little street bumping incident spooked the good Doc, he’s accelerating things, cause he knows that we’re onto him, that we’re gonna get him. On the other hand, he’s gone, and I don’t have the funds or the time to buy a ticket to the wrong city. Maybe the answer’s in the facts.
Okay, let's think. I’m in Copenhagen. I know that the #2 officer at the Hanso Foundation, Thomas Werner Mittelwerk, is investigating the Hanso family shipping history, which just happens to involve the slave trade. I also know that another officer at the Hanso Foundation, Hugh McIntyre, is having an affair with someone from the Global Welfare Consortium. Now, seeing as the GWC is supposed to keep the Hanso Foundation’s of the world on the up and up, this is sort of like the Environmental Protection Agency sleeping with Exxon. And finally, a man named Mr. Paik has built a ship for the Hanso Foundation, which could relate to Mittelwerk’s investigation of an island by the Equator.
I don’t know. I just, maybe I spooked Mittelwerk just a little bit too hard, I mean, yeah, I’ve learned a lot but I don’t know where to jump to next , I don’t even know where it all connects. I don’t even know if it connects to Hanso himself, I mean I guess maybe I should be grateful that I’m alive but alive is not giving us answers and we want answers don’t we?
(Rachel hears someone at the hotel door, and gazes through the peephole then hides in the opposite room. The same bodyguard from Copenhagen Post 05 enters and rummages around Rachel's belongings and then answers his phone).
Bodyguard: Yes? Of course I’m working. What fire? Okay, which institute? Well if you need me I’ll gladly be there when I--You hire me to fix things. It’ll be fixed. When I finish here!
(As he continues to look through the room, Rachel emerges and strikes gim with an iron. She strikes him once more, and then gathers her belongings, along with the camera, and makes her way down the hallway).
Well I guess maybe I’m onto something.