Chapter One Thousand Eight Hundred Four
30th June 1967
Mitte, Berlin
After he had emptied the fourth magazine into the street below, Andreas could see the rising panic. The crowd was a living thing as individuals scrambled for shelter, even though the fire had paused. He loaded the fifth and final magazine into the rifle and this time, aiming carefully as to make sure that everything would be at a fever pitch down there when the Police belatedly arrived. Then disassembling the rifle, Andreas put it in the case and walked to the concrete wall next to the elevator he wrote the message that he wanted the whole world to hear when they traced the bullets back to this room in permanent marker. It was graffiti in the same style as what he had done in countless places when he had first started down the path of being a student radical.
The King must die so the country can live.
Andreas smiled when he saw those words on the wall which would leave no doubt about who had done this. Perhaps this time people would finally pay heed.
Then he pulled the wedge from the elevator doors and pressed the button for the subbasement, with the elevator in fire mode it would go where he wanted and nowhere else. Andreas was aware if the tunnels that led under the city streets and was planning on making good his escape, being able to move swiftly while everyone else was caught up in the mess that had resulted from his actions. One of the entrances to the tunnel system was in the basement of this building.
1st July 1967
Mitte, Berlin
Glass crunched under Louis’ shoes as he walked through a scene of utter devastation in the early morning hours. It hadn’t been the rifle fire that had caused this, but the resulting panic as people struggled to get off the street and into any sort of shelter they could find. In the business that Louis was looking at, several people had been shoved through a plate-glass window by the crush behind them. Despite the lacerations, they had been lucky ones. Those who had been crushed against less yielding surfaces had not been as fortunate. The U-Bahn entrances had proven particularly lethal with people falling down the stairs and getting trampled. Many felt that this was just one more part of the chaos that was engulfing the wider world in recent days, the violence having finally come to Berlin.
The Police estimated that a hundred and fifty shots had been fired from the top floor of the high-rise building that overlooked the long avenue. They said that this had been well planned and executed with the gunman having vanished as soon as the shooting had stopped. All the Police had found was a pile of brass cartridges and a message scrawled on the wall suggesting what the motives of the shooter were. They were still counting the dead and injured, this was a bad day by anyone’s standard.
It had been a nice day right up until the shooting had started. Louis had gone to the site of the new Winter Residence and had looked at the footings for the buildings’ foundations as they were being put down. The team of Lawyers and Accountants who managed his finances said that construction was moving ahead now that funding had been secured. They had mentioned that taxpayers were not on the hook this time, something that made the Reichstag happy but gave Louis heartburn. Exactly what had his people done to secure the money? While Louis was glad that they worked for him and the betterment of the State, they were of the sort who caused mayhem on an international scale when they got a bit too creative.
Then things had gone off the rails.
Louis had been rushed to the Central Command of the Berlin Police where he had been informed that Charlotte, Marie Cecilie, Nella, and Nan were secure in the penthouse apartment. They ought to be, being enclosed in steel reinforced concrete and bulletproof glass on the top floors of one of the tallest buildings in Berlin. Michael was in Prague surrounded by the Bohemian Army. Victoria was safe in Jena while Louis was somewhere in the Adriatic commanding a warship.
Friedrich, Suga and Mirai had been hustled off to a secure location which not even Louis Ferdinand knew the location of. In the event of war, the destruction of Berlin, or any other major emergency the First Foot had only one duty; to preserve the line of succession as part of the continuity of governance. While it was debatable just how much a role the House of Hohenzollern played in that governance, they were seen as a unifying factor which would be sorely needed in a time of extreme National crisis. This had come at a particularly poor time for Suga. It hadn’t been announced officially yet but with Mirai having turned three, they had decided that it was time to have another child, planned this time, and Suga was expecting. This emergency had occurred when she was at a delicate point.
Then he had gotten rather disquieting news, Kristina being Kristina, she had seen the news reports of the unfolding crisis and was rushing to Berlin heedless of the danger. No one had known yet if the attack was a multipronged effort and he had been tempted to order the First Foot to stop her but had ordered her to be directed to him instead. When Kristina had arrived in Central Command with Doctor Oskar Baber, the veteran Notarzt who supervised her in the field, she had been angry about her Security Detail bringing her here. To his credit, Doctor Baber had just introduced himself and told Louis that he should be proud of the sort of person who Kristina was.
Putting Kristina in a position that amounted to make-work, having her make phone calls to coordinate medical efforts that were already well coordinated had seemed like the right call. Later it had turned out that Louis had underestimated Kristina and the stature she had taken on in recent years. She was able to get through to Hospital Administrators, not just in Berlin but in several other cities as well and had gotten them to make hard commitments to what they could send to the response effort. Later, Kristina had still been upset because she felt that she needed to be out in the field doing things as opposed to talking on the phone. Louis was tempted to ask her exactly what she thought those in positions of command did but had thought better of it.