Tiny Plant
Vader in Hollywood
Neighbor’s Tree
Halloween Surprise (pt. 14/30)
Lila turned to Ian. “What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?”
“A hole?” he replied impudently.
The short people – or were they normal height? It was hard for Lila to tell — moved around them forming a loose circle.
“We asked Sergey to send you here. We know you are very good at dealing with problems such as these.”
Ian said to Lila out of the corner of his mouth, “Problems like going down the hole in an Alice in Wonderland? Yep, pretty accurate.”
Lila snorted a bit in laughter. “Pay attention. This could be important,” she reprimanded him. “These aliens obviously have a height problem.”
“Who says they’re aliens?” Ian whispered back to her.
“We can hear what you are saying.”
“Oh, great.” Lila rolled her eyes at him. “Now we’re in trouble.” She said accusingly, “This is your fault.”
“How is it my fault,” Ian argued.
“Humans!” The sound seemed to come from all over as it had in the research lab.
“Nice acoustics you’ve got here.” Ian added, “Must make for cool movie watching.”
“You are so irreverent.” Lila pointed out. “Have a little respect.”
“Like you?” Ian guffawed.
Suddenly there was a loud cracking noise that came from the floor and a large viewing screen rose from it.
“Sweet.” Ian mouthed.
They were watching people moving around a pool in the ground with rods in it in a large building that appeared to be a nuclear reactor. Lila could make out the words Билибинская АЭСon a wall plaque. “Bilibino,” she read aloud to Ian. “It’s Russian.”
His face twisted in concentration. Ian leaned slightly forward watching the action on the screen. One of the men pulled an alarm lever set on the wall and a light began flashing. Ian tilted his head as he considered what was going on in the picture. “Hell, it’s a nuclear meltdown.” He looked expectantly at the small people across from them. “Is this now? What’s the timeframe?”
“You have fifteen days before this becomes reality. I’m sure you know that this is the most northerly nuclear power plant in operation.”
“Actually I didn’t know that,” Ian motioned toward the screen. “How are we supposed to stop it?”
“No one will take our warning seriously,” the voice continued, “Particularly not in Russia. Sergey should not have been involved, but he knows us. He worked on another task last year for us. Things have, however, changed for him. He is dead.”
Lila gulped. Chills ran down her arms. In a slightly quavering voice, she asked, “Then whom were we talking to?”
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Lila turned to Ian. “What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?”
“A hole?” he replied impudently.
The short people – or were they normal height? It was hard for Lila to tell — moved around them forming a loose circle.
“We asked Sergey to send you here. We know you are very good at dealing with problems such as these.”
Ian said to Lila out of the corner of his mouth, “Problems like going down the hole in an Alice in Wonderland? Yep, pretty accurate.”
Lila snorted a bit in laughter. “Pay attention. This could be important,” she reprimanded him. “These aliens obviously have a height problem.”
“Who says they’re aliens?” Ian whispered back to her.
“We can hear what you are saying.”
“Oh, great.” Lila rolled her eyes at him. “Now we’re in trouble.” She said accusingly, “This is your fault.”
“How is it my fault,” Ian argued.
“Humans!” The sound seemed to come from all over as it had in the research lab.
“Nice acoustics you’ve got here.” Ian added, “Must make for cool movie watching.”
“You are so irreverent.” Lila pointed out. “Have a little respect.”
“Like you?” Ian guffawed.
Suddenly there was a loud cracking noise that came from the floor and a large viewing screen rose from it.
“Sweet.” Ian mouthed.
They were watching people moving around a pool in the ground with rods in it in a large building that appeared to be a nuclear reactor. Lila could make out the words Билибинская АЭСon a wall plaque. “Bilibino,” she read aloud to Ian. “It’s Russian.”
His face twisted in concentration. Ian leaned slightly forward watching the action on the screen. One of the men pulled an alarm lever set on the wall and a light began flashing. Ian tilted his head as he considered what was going on in the picture. “Hell, it’s a nuclear meltdown.” He looked expectantly at the small people across from them. “Is this now? What’s the timeframe?”
“You have fifteen days before this becomes reality. I’m sure you know that this is the most northerly nuclear power plant in operation.”
“Actually I didn’t know that,” Ian motioned toward the screen. “How are we supposed to stop it?”
“No one will take our warning seriously,” the voice continued, “Particularly not in Russia. Sergey should not have been involved, but he knows us. He worked on another task last year for us. Things have, however, changed for him. He is dead.”
Lila gulped. Chills ran down her arms. In a slightly quavering voice, she asked, “Then whom were we talking to?”
Halloween Surprise, (pt. 12/30)
Ian turned to Lila. “What the…” His eyes met hers as they heard a beep followed by “leave a message.”
“While you are in the research laboratory your mobile phones will not work. We have received a forwarded message from your external phone numbers.”
“Hell of an answering service,” Ian commented.
A garbled voice followed the message.
“Ian, Lila, you have 30 minutes until Haunted Hayride begins. Midnight.”
“Oh, crap.” Lila looked at her watch. “It’s the thirteenth. I totally forgot.” She grabbed her backpack and hauled Ian to his feet by grabbing his shirtsleeve.
“Easy,” he warned, “this is a new shirt.”
“I know. I bought it for you.” Lila smirked. “Looks mighty nice on you too.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“No time for that,” Ian said in a grumpy voice, which he then spoiled by smiling.
“There’s always time for that,” Lila imitated Ian’s tone. He just shook his head.
They hurriedly left the room and raced down the hallway at top speed.
“Slow down,” Ian said, nearly panting.
“You should work out more,” Lila said critically.
“When do I have time?” Ian griped. “I’m always investigating crazy stuff like this.”
“Gotta make time for what’s important,” Lila quipped.
It was Ian’s turn to roll his eyes. “What-ever,” he said drawing out the word.
The elevator reached the parking garage and ran to the car. Pulling out, they headed for the 105 East and merged onto the 110 North where traffic slowed almost to a crawl through downtown. Lila stared out the window as she saw the Staples Center pass by and then the Die Hard building. “Check it out,” she nudged Ian. “I always love seeing that building.”
Ian grinned. “Yep, I have some pretty fond memories.” They had stayed there overnight after one of their latest overseas adventures, with the room paid for by their friend as a gift.
“Joe was a sweetheart to get us the room for a night.”
“We earned it.” Lila said grimly. ”Thailand was hell.”
“Yeah, it was.” Ian smiled reminiscently.
“Stop it.” Lila said. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“No, you don’t.” He flashed her that smile again. “Maybe later you can tell me what you think I was thinking.” He gave her a lecherous look.
Lila rolled her eyes and released a sigh of mock disgust.
They had driven about fifteen minutes up the 101 North and were nearing their exit.
“There’s Hollywood.” Lila pointed to the right.
“I see it,” Ian replied in a semi-annoyed voice.
“Barely in time.” Lila kept glancing at her watch and clutching the door pull as though she could make them go faster. They drove through the Griffith Park entrance, parked, and waded through the crowds.
After buying two tickets for the midnight ride, they seated themselves and waited to approach the Purgatory section. Once there they slid off the beaten path and made their way to an isolated corner.
It was dark and the gasps from other patrons were making Lila nervous. At least that’s what she told herself.
A hand grasped her shoulder from behind.
Halloween Surprise, pt. 6/30
“Sweet.” Ian said. He held out his hand for the Slinky-key as Lila had mentally dubbed it.
He examined both parts of the key and snapped off the key part from the bottom half of the Slinky. Inserting it into the entrance lock, Ian opened the door and they began walking up the hallway to the elevator.
After arriving at the third floor with a quiet ding from the elevator, Lila cautiously poked her head out and tugged Ian’s arm to get him to walk with her to the stairwell. “Remind me again why we’re walking up from the third floor instead of taking the elevator.”
She looked at Ian for clarification.
“Because it’s far easier for people to wait outside the elevator doors since they would expect us to come up that way instead of walking.”
“What people?” Lila asked in a frustrated tone of voice. “We still don’t know who’s behind this. If it were in the Soviet days, then I wouldn’t be surprised to see our comrade KGB friends waiting inside the door for us.”
They paused outside Room 432 and Ian once again snapped off a key-containing piece of plastic from the upper part of the Slinky. “Pretty handy, actually.” He murmured. “I’ll have to remember this if I ever have to hide a key in plain sight. Who‘d ‘a’ ‘thunk’ it.” He joked to break the tension.
Ian motioned for Lila to stand on the hinge side of the door and he bent low as he inserted the key into the lock and turned to knob. Pushing the door open slowly, he kept to the side. “Welcome.” They heard the voice and immediately recognized it was the box delivery person from the restaurant.
Lila and Ian looked at each other warily. “To quote you, WTF.” Lila said so only Ian could hear.
“Come inside,” The dark haired man – Charlie, as Lila had nicknamed him – motioned them to have a seat on the plush couch. They eyed him guardedly and took a seat next to each other, but not too close in case they needed to separately dive for the door.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here. By the way, good job on figuring out the key. I’d heard from some friends that you were skilled at your jobs, and now I know they were not lying.” He spoke with a slight Central or Eastern European accent. “You do not need to know who I am, but I certainly know who you are. Your exploits are well known in my field.”
“And that would be?” Ian lifted an eyebrow.
“That is for me to know…” The corner of the man’s mouth turned up in a small smile.
“And us to find out.” Lila finished for him. “You have us at a disadvantage. Perhaps you could fill us in.” She pointedly looked at her watch. “After all, as you say, we are such well known and busy people.”
“All in good time,” the man replied.
Lila barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. This whole evening was turning into a bad 1960’s spy flick.
“So what’s with the dosimeters,” she said crisply.
“What if I were to tell you that Fukushima is not the only radiation leak going on right now.”
Lila began to look interested. “I would say that I’m not surprised.”
“That is good because it is so.” Charlie paused, “I know Ian has worked with nuclear disarmament, and that you have a stellar record in the science world.” He addressed the last half of the sentence to Lila. She waited for the other shoe to drop.
“And?” She once again prompted him impatiently.
“As you know, the Los Angeles area has become quite a hub for the space industry. While this brings lucrative contracts, it also presents opportunities for those wishing to push the limits of science.”
Lila began to look interested. “Are you referring to El Segundo?”
“You are good,” Charlie praised. “Yes, there’s been quite a lot of research into the space time continuum.”
“You’re talking ‘Beam me up, Scotty’ stuff?” Ian asked mockingly.
Lila gave him a reproving look.
“What? We’ve already got the shirts.” Ian said innocently.
Charlie continued. “There’s been a mishap at one of the research facilities that has led to unintended consequences.”
“People died, you mean.” Ian said tightly.
‘Unfortunately, yes.” The man looked aggrieved. “Sergey and Anna were two of our best employees.”
“I’m really not interested in getting involved with Russian security services,” Ian stated flatly.
“This is a special case,” Charlie spread his hands beseechingly. “Your employers detailed you to us on special assignment.”
Ian looked skeptical. “And why wouldn’t they have communicated that to us directly? Why all the cloak and dagger stuff?”
“It’s a delicate situation, as I’m sure you understand.”
“Screw this.” Ian stood to leave.
The man pulled out a small 9 mm pistol. “Please, stay for dessert.”
“Perhaps we’ll stay a bit longer.” Lila tugged at Ian’s sleeve and pulled him down beside her on the couch. She slid her arm underneath his jacket around his waist and placed her hand over the holster strapped to his back.
Halloween Surprise, pt. 5/30
“Crap.” Lila said, astonished. She looked from one side of the restaurant to the other, gazing into the distance contemplatively. “Why would he stick a Slinky in a box?”
Ian reached into the box and gingerly took out the plastic spring-shaped object. “I haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid. They used to be made of metal.” He passed the small cardboard box to Lila and drew out the toy for inspection. Engraved into the plastic rings was a series of what appeared to be codes.
“Can I just say, WTF?” Ian pronounced succinctly. “Why would anyone spend all that time to carve a Slinky?”
“Whatever’s carved there will stick around a long time, I mean, what are you gonna do, burn it?” Lila looked thoughtful, as though she would whip out a lighter and torch the Slinky on the table.
Ian contemplated the plastic toy. “Maybe it’s not what’s on the Slinky, but what’s inside it.”
Lila grabbed the Slinky and banged it on the tabletop.
“Whoa,” Ian said. “Hold on. Let’s wait until we know what it’s made of.”
“Plain, ordinary plastic.” Lila said and tossed it toward him, causing it to stretch out in classic Slinky form.
Ian gestured toward the box. “Anything else in there?”
Lila scrabbled around the bottom, pulling out a couple of credit card sized badges labeled in Russian. “Sergey Ivanov and Anna Sokolova,” Lila read the names aloud. She examined the lettering and coding on the cards before suddenly tossing them to the ground in alarm.
Ian looked at her as though she was crazy. “That’s evidence.”
“That’s a dosimeter!” Lila said in an concerned tone. “And according to the markings, Sergey and Anna already absorbed over 100 rads of ionizing radiation. You know, life threatening levels,” she continued pedantically. “And if those cards were exposed to that much radiation, I really don’t want to hold them in my hands.” She grimaced as she took a wad of paper napkins and used it to pick up the dosimeters from the ground, placing them carefully back in the box before closing it.
While she was doing this, Ian had been examining the Slinky close up. “There’s a word here. Looks like ‘trianon.’”
Lila uselessly spritzed a glob of hand sanitizer onto her hands and wiped it off meticulously before indicating for Ian to pass the Slinky to her. “Here. Let me see that.”
She held the Slinky close to the light emitted from her cell phone and made out the word “trianon” enscribed on the second ring from the top. Baffled, she tilted her head to think. “Trianon. Where have I heard that?” Her breath quickened. “The Trianon is an apartment building near Hollywood and Western. The one shaped sort of like a castle.”
Ian nodded his head and stood up. “I know it. Let’s head over there.”
Lila handed Ian the box containing the dosimeters and took the Slinky in her hands. As they walked, she let it cascade from one hand to the other in a soothing back and forth motion.
As they reached the Trianon, the Slinky abruptly seemed to crack apart in the middle, leaving the upper half edge in a jagged pattern lined with an inset that appeared to be metal. Lila ran the blunt edge across her finger consideringly, and held it up for a closer investigation. Once again using her phone light to cast a shadow on the metal tip, she saw the numbers 432 inscribed across the rim.
Raising her eyes to the Trianon, Lila then turned to Ian. “Shall we go in?” She held the Slinky’s metal lined tip toward him and quirked her eyebrows, “I believe we have the keys to the castle.”
Starburst
Halloween Surprise, pt. 3/30
“That’s what I see all those billboards for, right?” Ian pointed outside to Sunset Boulevard.
“Yes,” Lila replied. “I wanted to go last year, but you were out of the country — again.”
Ian flashed her a smile. “Occupational hazard.”
“I know, that’s why I was hoping this year,” she gestured toward the piece of paper, “we would be able to go together.”
“We still don’t know who sent this note, or what they really want.” Ian’s voice trailed off as he took a closer look at one of the photos. “I know this guy.” He pointed to the photo of a red haired man with a big grin. “I’m not sure where, but…” Ian paused. “Wait.”
He stood up and walked over to a box in the corner and began rifling through a bunch of papers. Picking up a dented Altoids box and flipping it open, Ian pulled out a stack of business cards. “I knew it!” he said triumphantly. He showed Lila a card with the man’s photo and company name on it. “We met last year at a disarmament meeting.” Ian looked puzzled. “So what does he want with a hayride?”
“A hayride?” Lila ventured to guess sarcastically.
“Hardey-har.” Ian joked. ”I mean besides that.”
“A visit to purgatory obviously. Here, check out this website.” Lila pulled up the Haunted Hayride website and showed it to Ian.
“Wow, ‘one of the most paranormally active sites in all of California,’” Ian recited from the website. “Sounds like our kind of place.” He gave a quick grin.
“I’ve been wanting to go for ages, but just under different circumstances.” Lila’s mouth twisted.
Pearson jumped onto her lap and settled in for a nap as Lila began sorting the photos and info pages into piles. “Did you see this one?” She showed Ian a picture of blond girl who looked to be about twelve. “Why would they — whoever they are — have photos of kids?”
Ian’s eyebrows rose. “I don’t know, but maybe,” he paused to rearrange the photos, “these go in families.” He nodded. “Yep, check it out. One set of parents per two to three kids.” He looked over at Lila’s laptop and nudged her shoulder. “Let me take a look.”
She picked up Pearson and moved to the chair beside him so she could watch the screen after he seated himself and began typing. “Russian families spying?” Lila read aloud his search query. She looked puzzled and then her face cleared. “Like in that Magnum episode when he meets up with the woman who was a plant. Her family had been stationed undercover in the U.S.”
Ian pointed to the screen. “Or a few years ago, those ten spies that got sent back to Russia. Eight of them had kids. What better cover than being a nice family?” Ian sat back in his chair. “When I saw this guy,” Ian touched the red haired man’s photo, “he looked much older than in this photo.” He turned to Lila. “What’s his name?”
“Sergey Ivanov.” Lila read, and then quickly began sorting the photos by name. “Good idea,” she muttered, “each of these is tied together by last name.” After she finished, they had four families and one individual.
“I’m hungry,” she announced, “and I think better with food.”
“Tacos?” Ian inquired.
“I’ll get ready.” Lila pushed back her chair, set down Pearson, and went to change out of her work clothes into something more casual.
As they left the building and walked up the street toward their favorite taco place, Ian had the feeling that someone was watching him. He took a casual look around as they were crossing the street, and murmured to Lila, “Don’t look now, but we’ve made some new friends.”
Lila’s eyes widened subtly and her breathing sped up. She pulled Ian to a stop in front of several shop windows, using the reflections to spot whoever might be following them. She took a quick breath as she saw a dark haired man who appeared to be studying an apartment building across from them.
Beautiful Day
