Speer
The Reich Minister for Economic Affairs climbed out of the back seat of his chauffeur driven car, and made the short walk to the waiting hanger, as several detachments of Wehrmacht infantry placed themselves in position around the entire airfield.
He looked up briefly into the sky as he heard the low drum of the approaching diverted aircraft, and smiled as he contemplated what was to happen.
Speer's rise had been meteoric since his appointment as Reich Minister for of Armaments and Munitions in 1949. Under his leadership he had brought about a huge and impressive improvement into the war economy production capacity of the country. Speer’s reforms of the labour force, whilst unpalatable with Heydrich and the SS, had reaped the intended results. Slave labour and harsh working conditions was all but ended and instead replaced by more reasonable hours of work, rest breaks and decent food and accommodation. He successfully challenged the Nazi ideology of not to allowing women to work in the factories, and Heydrich reluctantly agreed to allow certain specialisms within the fairer sex to be employed and put to use. Speer overhauled the entire management and bureaucracy of the government, manufacturing and research systems throughout Germania and its occupied territories leading to record production levels, not just benefiting the war economy but also feeding the appetites of the burgeoning middle classes, so eager to fill their materialistic lives with ever more consumer goods.
Within just a few years, Speer had created a name for himself and had gathered many influential friends, such as the Luftwaffe Chief, Filed Marshall Erhard Milch, who persuaded Karl Wolf, who in turn persuaded the increasingly isolated Fuhrer to further expand Speer's powers.
By the time he had received an instruction in August of 1957 to attend Wewelsburg Castle, the Fuhrers official residence, for what he had assumed would result in his arrest, and possible death, Albert Speer was the master of the entire German economy, and widely considered by many to be a possible natural successor to Heydrich. His underlings, Karl Hanke, who oversaw armament’s and munitions, and Fritz Todt, who successfully implemented Speer's labour force reforms, would take every opportunity, along with Field Marshall Milch, to promote and expound the name 'Speer' across all echelons of the armed forces as well as with the economic chiefs that owned the likes of Junkers, Messerschmitt, Henschel and BMW. For the SS, the successor would be Ernst Kaltenbrunner or possible even Karl Wolfe, but for the army, and the masters of industry, it could only be Albert Speer, and Albert Speer was not prepared to take any risks with his future destiny.
The Minster strode into the hanger, raising his right arm in response to dozens of saluting soldiers, before warmly shaking the hand of Field Marshall Milch.
“Did he manage to make it?” he smiled as he greeted the Field Marshall.
“He most certainly has Albert! We’re all waiting for you.”
The two men continued their walk to the far end of the empty hanger, and into a small room that would usually serve as a kitchen and refectory for the hanger’s workers. Today, all of the usual Luftwaffe personal and other workers were absent; replaced instead by loyal soldiers of the army.
The elderly man, seated at one of the plastic chairs that were arranged around a well-worn table, immediately stood to his feet as the two men entered the room.
“Albert! This will be a day to remember my friend!”
The Minister strode forward and hugged the man to his chest:
“Wilhelm! I am so pleased that you could make it. It wasn’t absolutely necessary for you to be here, as we know, so I am personally immensely gratified by your presence, my friend!”
The Reich Marshall of the German Reich, Wilhelm Keitel, his ruddy face beaming with pride, held his friend by his shoulders to look at him in the face:
“What! I would not miss this for the world my dear friend! The tyrant is a dangerous and deranged lunatic, and you – only you - my wonderful genius can ensure the complete survival of the Reich!”
“Thank you so much Reich Marshall” replied Speer, barely containing the tears that welled up in his eyes.
“Oh nonsense” Keitel warmly responded, “Now let’s get on with this and get it over with!”
Less than an hour later, a handcuffed and restrained Heydrich was led into the room.
The two soldiers held him by both shoulders and guided him to the chair, unceremoniously pushing him into the seat. All the while, the dictator stared at Speer, until the Minister averted his eyes.
“You will all pay for this, you fucking traitors.” It was said in a quiet and menacing manner.
“Be quiet Reinhardt! You are in no position to make any threats!” the ageing Reich Marshall responded.
Heydrich continued to stare at Speer, ignoring all others in the room:
“I made you what you are Speer! You would be nothing without me! Nothing! And this is how you choose to replay your Fuhrer!”
“You are no one’s Fuhrer, Reinhardt” responded Keitel, “in fact, my dear fellow, you are dead.”
The deposed despot turned to look at, and deliver a contemptuous smirk at the Marshall, before returning his stare to the Minister.
Keitel continued:
“It appears that you plane went down on the way to Wewelsburg. Sabotage, it would seem, and such a terrible tragedy. The news of your death will be released shortly, after, of course, all of your key allies have been arrested and disposed of. The news of the sabotage will inevitably lead to more arrests as it becomes apparent that you have been assassinated by your own SS”
“The SS are loyal to me, they will avenge….”
“The SS will be crushed! “shouted Field Marshall Milch.
“In time” interjected Keitel. “in time, they will be crushed, but for now, let’s just say that there are many elements within your own SS that agree with us – agree with the army – its time for a new Fuhrer. It’s time for a new man! A Fuhrer at last who is not psychologically unbalanced, as you are Heydrich!”
Heydrich suddenly shuddered as an hallucination struck his mind, these disturbing events now part of his daily mental regime. The boy, who he now assumed to be his illegitimate son was again before him in the room, smiling at him, the spectres of his wife and children swimming around his form.
“Get him away from me! He should never have been born” the prisoner shouted, as he thrashed around in his chair and struggled to lift himself, firm hands back on his shoulders pushing him back in place.
“Look at you!” shouted Milch, “You’re an absolute disgrace….”
“Get Speer here now” Heydrich screamed. “I want his head on a platter! And Goring as well! Bring him here! I want him dead too. Wolfe will see to it….Goring…..he….. where’s Himmler?”
The men in the room looked at one another in incredulous alarm; Milch shaking his head; Keitel with raised eyebrows and Speer, a drawn face of frowns.
“Reinhardt” Speer spoke for the first time, “the ghosts of the dead will haunt you until the day you die…..”
“Make that day soon!” he shrieked. “Kill me now and be done with it!” he glared defiantly into Speers face, as his body continued to tremble.
“But I am not one of those ghosts. You will die and I will live” continued the Minister, “but not before you have been interrogated and all that you know, all of your little plots and secrets are known to me also.”
Speer nodded his head to the soldiers, which in turn triggered Heydrich’s sweating and shaking frame to be hauled onto his feet. He turned his head quickly in Speer's direction and spat fully into the man’s face. Keitel, himself shaking with rage by what he had witnessed, strode quickly around the table to face the former dictator. He in turn spat into Heydrich's, now laughing face, before striking him firmly across the face with his fist.
Heydrich, a moment of lucidity now controlling his actions, continued to smile at the Marshall:
"I should have had you killed when I had the chance, you old bastard. It will not be long now though, as i am sure you know. You'll soon be shitting in your own bed as your dried up wife looks upon your face and wishes death to the stinking decrepit heap that you are."
The Marshall, red in the face, struck him again across the other cheek, his own aged body trembling with anger:
"Get this filth out of here!" he ordered.
Speer took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face, as he watched Heydrich being dragged from the room, his voice screeching out threats and warnings - that they were all going to die, all going to die in pain. He turned to look at the other men present, who had witnessed the final showdown:
“I hadn’t fully realised how bad he had become.”
“The man is completely mad” responded Milch. “How has he been allowed to remain in position for so long?”
Keitel ignored the implied accusation and turned to Speer:
“Albert, the rest of the operation has already begun. Before the day is out, full control of Germania will be in your hands! “
He then stepped backwards a few paces, before clicking his heels and raising is right arm and proclaimed:
“Heil Speer.”
The others in the room took up the cue, as Speer looked each man in the face and beamed.
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Ernst Kaltenbrunner lay dead on the floor of his office. His body riddled with the dozen bullets that had sliced across his frame from pelvis to shoulder
“Traitorous bastard” said the SS Colonel as he fired three more shots into the head of the dead man. The colonel was more than happy that the operation had gone well with little resistance. Less than an hour earlier, he had received the telephone call by Keitel himself with the terrible news that the Fuhrer was dead, his plane having crashed in suspicious circumstances. Keitel informed him that some kind of coup was taking place, but that the leaders of the coup had not yet began the takeover, and would not do so until news of the Fuhrers death had been released. The colonel, who was the commander of the Nuremburg SS garrison, had been assured by the Reich Marshall that secret documents had been found that showed his own name on the death list, and that the Head of Reich Security, Ernest Kaltenbrunner, had initiated the assassination and coup and was shortly to be proclaimed the new Fuhrer. As a professional solider, with no original thought of his own, and accustomed only to obeying orders, the colonel had sprung to work immediately.
He looked at the bloodied body on the floor and shook his head. By all accounts, Kaltenbrunner was close friends with the Fuhrer – the late Fuhrer. Heydrich had obviously been taken in by the man’s subterfuge, but he had not! He had raged at the face of the traitor as he had wept and pleaded for his life – insisting he was entirely innocent of any wrongdoing. He had raged as he sprayed the bullets into his body.
“Sir”, the SS Sergeant interrupted his thoughts.
“Yes sergeant?”
“The Reich Security building, the Chancellery building and the Propaganda Ministry are all secure sir. There are dozens of ministers and SS personal in custody, including the Fuhrers Secretary, Karl Wolfe.”
“Good. Keep them all alive until we receive new instructions.”
“Very good sir. Also, to confirm, the army is on the streets of Nuremburg, and I understand, other cities as well. The word is that we are going to be asked to stand down and return to barracks once our operation is complete.”
The colonel didn’t like the sound of that for one moment, but sighed as he turned to the sergeant:
“Yes, as I said, we will await our instructions. The army are leading on the operation to crush this coup. The SS, it seems, have been caught unawares. That is not good for our reputation!”
The sergeant clicked his heels and began to leave the room.
“One more thing” said the colonel. “Get the secretaries and switchboard people rounded up immediately. Kaltenbrunner was in the middle of a phone call, when we kicked in the door. I want to know who he was speaking to immediately.”
“Yes sir, right away sir.”
The colonel had not been entirely sure what the Head of Reich Security had been saying as he had entered the room and the telephone had clattered from his hand, but he distinctly remembered the term ‘Blut Spenden’.
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Across Germania, from Essen to Danzig, from Hamburg to Munich, from Amsterdam to Zurich, a hundred telephones began to ring.
A hundred men and woman left their homes and their workplaces, to move to their designated locations.
Across Germania, in factories and offices, school classrooms and universities, theatres and restaurants a hundred glass phials were smashed to the floor.
OTL
Albert Speer https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Speer
Ernst Kaltenbrunner https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernst_Kaltenbrunner
Wilhelm Keitel https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilhelm_Keitel
Erhard Milch https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erhard_Milch
Karl Hanke https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Hanke
Fritz Todt https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fritz_Todt
Karl Wolff https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Wolff