#introcoda

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                                         C O D A    :    I N T R O D U C T I O N

                                                  “no secrets among spies.”

genre: historical / spy

audience: adult 

pov: third person / past tense / multiple povs

tropes & themes:  war & corruption / trust / found family / lies and morality  

status: 20k / 60k

SYNOPSIS

The year is 1963 and as far as the public knows the Cold War is simmering down.

The Cuban Missile Crisis was the peak of nuclear tension between the Americans and the Soviets, and the apocalyptic clock was at an all time high. Negotiations were made and a relative peace was found between Kennedy and Kruschev. But behind closed doors, not everyone is happy with the agreements made. Chatter has picked up that a trio of enthusiasts are doing what Kruschev didn’t. The mastermind and benefactor, known only as Vronsky, has criticized the former general secretary for weakness and very un-russian tactics. 

Wealthy beyond measure, and the the inheritor of a trove of Russian historical artifacts, including many treasures from the Romanov dynasty, Vronsky has something that everybody wants, whether it be money, artifacts, or incriminating photos. After years lying in wait for the right moment to employ all of their ammunition, the resolution of the Cuban Missile Crisis was the other shoe dropping. They are out for war now, they just need an expert to build them the weapons for the new age.  

The U.N. has assembled a team of talented spies to investigate, under the mission codename: CODA. They need to know who Vronsky is, where the missiles are being made, where they will be placed upon completion, whether or not the government of the Soviet Union knows of this private operation, and how to stop World War III. 

EXCERPT

It was getting hard to keep track of the names. When she first started this vocation she thought that the names would be like shoes: something she could pick out to match the weather or occasion. Now it felt like a test, and she was frantically flipping through flashcards as the timer ran down. 

Lena Marks. That was it. They kept calling her that name, but they pronounced it like ‘Lee-na’ instead of ‘Len-uh’ like she’d heard it in her head when she’d first written her file. She wouldn’t bother to correct them. It wasn’t as if there was really a right way to say the wrong name.

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