Cologne, August 25th, 1945
"Anything new out of Leipzig?" General Eisenhower called out impatiently to nobody in particular. "No sir." replied an aide "General Patton still hasn't gotten any forces across the Elster." "Goddamn" Eisenhower muttered under his breath. The lightning speed of the early offensive had given him false hope, now he was paying for it. Zhukov had scrounged up any reinforcements he could find to hold Leipzig. Military police, sailors, walking wounded, even penal battalions thrown together from the gulags, anything he could find. Doolittle and Harris were turning the city into rubble, but hadn't been able to completely wipe out the BT forces stationed there
"Sir, urgent from General Bradley." Another aide said, handing him the phone. This had better be good news or I swear to god... Eisenhower thought to himself "Eisenhower here." he said into the phone. "General this is Bradley. Listen, we had some Soviet officers cross the line asking to speak with you, they want to negotiate a ceasefire." Eisenhower blinked at that "Are they willing to surrender unconditionally?" "No sir." "Then did you tell them to get bent?" "Well sir..." he only now noticed his subordinates voice was somewhat panicked "I don't want to say anything over the phone, but you need to get down here right now." "On my way."
Less than an hour later Eisenhower had arrived at the 12th Army Group's HQ, also in Cologne, where he was greeted by Bradley and led inside. "So, what's this about now?" "Well sir, the Soviet negotiator isn't who you'd expect." His curiosity only surging further, Eisenhower followed Bradley to the boiler room of the hotel serving as headquarters. As he was led down the steps, he noticed many of the guards wearing expressions ranging from anxiety to sheer bewilderment. Finally he reached the back room, and was shocked by what he saw, or rather, who he saw "Ike!!" General Zhukov said in heavily accented English "How good to see you again!"
Eisenhower was stunned, and found himself slack jawed for the first time in a very long while "Marshal Zhukov." He finally said plainly "I wasn't expecting this" "Major Zhukov actually." He smiled and pointed to the insignia on his jacket "Didn't want to look too pretty for your snipers." "I see. So what is this? A defection?" "Not quite, I'm here so we can work out the end of this nasty war." "If you want to do that" Bradley said "You should tell Stalin to surrender." "Well the thing is you, how do you say? Motherfucker. Stalin is a loony, and has a bit of a habit of killing people who express common sense in his presense."
"So why are you here?" Eisenhower asked, letting a hint of irritation show "Out with it." "Alright alright. Comrade Foreign Secretary Molotov, was recebtky informed that his wife was killed in the gulag for treason, for some reason he's unhappy about that. He plans to act on his unhappiness on the second of September, and after that Stalin won't be much of a problem. What I want is some assurance that the Soviet Union will be permitted to exist once that happens."
"You're asking a lot" said Bradley "You know we found out about those shells full of rabies the japs gave you. You really think we're gonna let you off?" "Ah, not to worry, I brought a, how you say? Sweetener, to prove myself, hense my chief of staff." He gestured to the hitherto silent officer nextvto him, who produced a large satchel. "This has the location and movements of every formation from Lübeck to Vienna. It should give you everything you need to smash my army, and by winter you'll be jacking off in the Vistula" "Alright alright" Eisenhower held up a hand to silence him "What are you asking for?"
"All we want is for the Soviet Union to be left in a state to defend itself, beyond that you can have your way with Europe." "And the japs?" "We'll try to get them to do the same, but if not you can fry them, Mao as well." "I see. Well MPs, please escort the "Major" and his friend here back to Soviet lines, we've heard enough." Zhukov nodded at him as he was led away. Moments later, Eisenhower was on the ground floor of the hotel, a million thoughts running through his head at breakneck speed. "Get me president Morganthau." He said to nobody in particular "Now."