# Escape across the Tisza

It was still early morning when the team gathered in the briefing room of the Franciscan University in Steubenville. The first rays of sunlight broke through the morning light, bathing the room in a soft gold, but the atmosphere was anything but relaxed. The air was filled with a mixture of concentration and nervousness – everyone sensed that what lay before them could have far-reaching consequences.

A large map hung on the wall. The planned route through Romania and along the Tisza River was marked in bright red. The map lines seemed to pulsate, as if the route itself were breathing. On a large screen, the Zoom conference flickered – the faces of ARS, Michael Phillips, and Agent Novak were visible.

Agent Novak, the IRAH operations commander, was already in front of the camera, his gaze steady and focused. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, his voice conveying both authority and concern. “Our mission is clear: We must bring two men safely out of Ukraine—a Ukrainian pacifist and a Russian deserter. The Tisza River is the last barrier we must cross before returning to Romania. This region is under heavy surveillance, and we have only a small window of time.”

A murmur went through the room. Everyone knew: The lives of these men lay in their hands.

ARS's calming, almost human-sounding voice filled the room. "The escape route was carefully planned. We recorded the positions of the border patrols and selected the safest point for crossing the Tisza River. Communication during the mission will take place via encrypted channels. Michael will remain in contact at all times via satellite phone."

Michael Phillips, who was acting as team leader, nodded in agreement. His eyes reflected a mixture of confidence and concern. "Remember—these men's lives are in our hands. One wrong move could mean we're exposed. So stay calm and focused. It's crucial that we work together as a team."

He looked into the faces of his colleagues. He noticed the determination – but also the uncertainty that hung like a shadow over the room.

"We have prepared everything, and I trust in your abilities. If we stick together, we can overcome this challenge."

A brief nod, an encouraging smile here and there – the tension slowly began to ease.

“Now for the details,” Michael continued, turning back to the map. “We’ll meet in a small village on the banks of the Tisza River. The contact man will be waiting for us there; he’ll lead us to the men. The escape must be quick and quiet—no light signals, no noise. Each of us has a role. Any questions?”

A few hands went up. Michael answered the questions with clear, precise answers. As he spoke the last word, he sensed the team was ready.

"Okay, we don't have much time. Gather your equipment and meet in the garage area in half an hour. Everyone knows what to do."

The team stood up. Michael stayed a moment longer, studying the map in front of him. The red lines seemed to pulsate.

“ARS,” he murmured. “Are there any risks we’ve overlooked?”

"All relevant information is included in the analysis. The probabilities are favorable – as long as we adhere to the set timeframe and do not deviate from the plan."

Michael took a deep breath. The mission began.

The team boarded a flight from New York to Bucharest. In first class, where they had taken their seats, the atmosphere was one of tense anticipation. Captain Lukas Berger, an experienced ocean-going captain with a deep understanding of the dangers of escape, leaned slightly forward.

"The current on the Tisza is unpredictable," he explained with a serious look. "We have to be fast and quiet. The boat's engine is muted, but any movement can attract attention. The area is under strict surveillance."

Julia listened attentively. "Each of us must do our part perfectly. Our mistakes must not endanger the freedom of others."

In another row, Michael's doppelganger and Dr. Neumann—the professor they had already brought to safety—were talking. Their conversation was quiet, almost hushed. They were discussing the increasing surveillance through technology and the creeping erosion of personal freedom.

“Transhumanism and technocracy go hand in hand,” Neumann murmured. “They are trying to stifle discourse through control. Technology is used as a tool in this process.”

The doppelganger nodded vigorously. "That's why we must show that freedom is something different from technological superiority. That is the mission of I.R.A.R.A.H. Our values are inextricably linked to human dignity."

After landing in Bucharest, they felt the pressure of the impending task. The journey to Sighetu Marmatiei, a border town on the Tisza River, was long – almost nine hours of driving through picturesque landscapes, but one marked by the remnants of past conflicts.

ARS took control of communications. "You are approaching the river," the reassuring voice said over the encrypted radio. "Stick to the planned route. I am monitoring patrol movements in real time."

The landscape was melancholic – vast fields, old, weathered villages that whispered stories of hope and despair.

Arriving at the agreed location, they parked the vehicle in a secluded, shady spot. The dense undergrowth protected them from prying eyes.

The faint sound of the river filled the air. They moved on foot through the thick undergrowth. With every step, the tension grew. Finally, they spotted the boat provided by I.R.A.R.A.H. – hidden among tall trees, its engine muted, ready to launch.

The sky was covered with threatening, dark clouds – a harbinger of their mission.

They climbed into the boat. Captain Berger took the helm. The engines started – a rush of adrenaline broke the silence.

Berger navigated through the cold, dark waters of the Tisza River. The current was stronger than he had expected, but his experience kept him calm and focused.

“We are approaching the rendezvous point,” ARS reported. “The men are hidden in a wooded area on the Ukrainian shore. We only have a few minutes to find them.”

Everyone stared intently at the horizon. Then – two figures emerged from the bushes. Their faces were etched with exhaustion, fear, and hope.

“Quick, come on board!” Julia shouted, hastily helping them into the boat.

As soon as the men were safely on board, Berger pushed back towards the Romanian shore with full force.

Then a flash of light appeared on the horizon – a patrol was visible in the distance.

"Hurry up!" Berger shouted. The engine roared, the boat shot through the water. The double held a cloth cloak over his side to hide it from the spotlights.

"Stay calm!" whispered Julia. "Everything will be alright. We're on the right track."

They finally reached the Romanian shore. Hastily, they pulled the boat into the thicket. A local IRAH contact was already waiting.

“We’ll sink it so there are no traces,” he explained quietly, his eyes nervously scanning the surroundings. “ARS showed us a safe escape route. But we have to hurry. The patrols could be here any minute.”

They helped the rescued men out of the boat and led them through the thicket to a small, secluded Jesuit monastery. The Jesuits had already made arrangements – new identities, a safe place.

An older priest with a calm gaze and gentle smile greeted them. “You risked a great deal to bring these men here. They are now safe. We will take care of them.”

Julia felt a wave of relief. The pressure on her shoulders lifted.

After bringing the rescued people to safety, the team set off for Hungary. They chose a remote route across the border to avoid being detected.

Michael contacted Julia via satellite phone. “You did it. I.R.A.R.A.H. has confirmed that no trace of your presence was left behind. Good work.”

“Thank you,” Julia replied. “But we know this is just the beginning.”

They reached a small town in northeastern Hungary, where they were able to regroup.

Julia was preparing to begin her work as a social worker and psychological counselor. Martina wanted to pursue a career in archaeology. But deep down, they both knew: the time of peace would be short. Their escape across the Tisza River was only a small victory in the fight against oppression; the waves of change would not cease.

In the following days, news of renewed repression in Ukraine and Russia became increasingly urgent. Agent Novak contacted them with new instructions.

"The situation is escalating," he said. "We have reports of an imminent large-scale military exercise at the border. We must remain vigilant and be ready to act immediately."

“This is bothering us,” Julia murmured. “But we are ready. Always ready.”

The dangerous mission on the Tisza River was complete. But the danger was not over. Their journey had made them stronger; the determination in their hearts burned brighter than ever.

Together they would accept the next mission that I.R.A.R.A.H. entrusted to them – no matter how challenging it might be.