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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) German North American (General) Trans-AtlanticTranscript
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the american handed lima's another cup of coffee and said, why don't you go back and sleep? We can ring you. If he shows up, lima's said nothing. Just stared through the window of the checkpoint. Along the empty street. You can't wait forever, sir. Maybe he'll come some other time. We can have the polly's eye contact the agency. You can be back here in 20 minutes. No, said lima's. It's nearly dark now, but you can't wait forever. He's nine hours over schedule. If you want to go go, you've been very good, lima's added. I'll tell Kramer you've been damn good. But how long we wait until he comes. Lima's walked to the observation window and stood between the two motionless policemen. Their binoculars were trained on the eastern checkpoint. He's waiting for the dark lima's muttered, I know he is this morning. You said he'd come across with the workmen. We must turned on him. Agents aren't aero planes. They don't have schedules. He's blown. He's on the run. He's frightened months after him now at this moment he's only got one chance. Let him choose his time. The younger man hesitated, wanting to go and not finding the moment a bell rang inside the hut. They waited suddenly alert. A policeman said, In german black Opal Reckford Federal registration. He can't see that far in the dark. He's guessing the american whispered and then added, How did not know? Shut up! Said lima's from the window. One of the policemen left the hut and walked to the sandbag emplacements, two ft short of the white demarcation, which lay across the road like the baseline of a tennis court. The other waited until his companion was crouched behind the telescope in the emplacement, then put down his binoculars, took his black helmet from the peg by the door and carefully adjusted it on his head. Somewhere high above the checkpoint, the arc lights sprang to life casting theatrical beams onto the road in front of them. The policeman began his commentary lima's knew it by heart. Car halts at the first control, only one occupant to a woman escorted to the verb. Applied for document check. They waited in silence. What's he saying? Said the american limits didn't reply, picking up a spare pair of binoculars. He gazed fixedly towards the east. German controls, document check completed, admitted to the second control mr lima's. Is this young man? The american persisted. I ought to ring the agency. Wait, where's the car now? What's it doing, currency check, customs lima snapped lima's watched the car. There were tuvo pose at the driver's door, one doing the talking, the other standing off waiting a third was sauntering around the car. He stopped at the boot, then walked back to the driver. He wanted the key. He opened the boot, looked inside, closed. It, returned the key and walked 30 yards of the road to where midway between the two opposing checkpoints, a solitary East german century was standing, the squat silhouette and boots and baggy trousers. The two stood together, talking self conscious in the glare of the arc light.