Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Nineteen
23rd January 1955
Berlin
“I can understand the reasoning” Kira said, “But does your friend really think that an advertising firm can change the perceptions that people in America have of us?”
“I doubt that she does” Kat replied, “At the same time, it couldn’t hurt. Right now, when most Americans think of Germany it is the actions of the BND, the OKW and your own agents that come to mind first. That is followed by this funhouse mirror version of Bavaria a century ago. I don’t think I need to tell you what the problem is with that.”
“So, we allow these advertisers to showcase our tourist destinations? Our Universities and industry?” Kira asked, “The CIA, Deuxième Bureau and MI5 would be euphoric at the prospect.”
Kat was delighted to hear that many of the things that she had spent years explaining to the Empress had taken. The world of shadows that spies, assassins and those like Kat who countered them occupied was one of those things.
“You forgot the Russians, the Greeks, the Chinese and everyone else in the world who can afford to have an intelligence agency” Kat said, “They are already here, and they are not necessarily who we need to consider in this particular matter. It is the populations of those countries who we need to win over.”
“This seems to me like if we would be trusting people who are not under our control to work on our behalf” Kira replied.
“According to Nancy the one of the named partners, a Clive Haywood, would be eating out of your hand if you met with him for even a few minutes” Kat said.
“I see, Herr Heywood is one of those Americans who is thoroughly enamored with European Royalty?” Kira asked, the disgust evident in her voice. “And Fraulein Jensen? How much do you trust her and what exactly is her background other than being an American?”
“Nancy is one of the few people who I feel I can trust implicitly, and her grandparents were Danes living in Schleswig-Holstein before they immigrated to Washington State” Kat said, “That detail was enough to get her dismissed from her employment with the U.S. State Department.”
“That would also make her a German subject?” Kira asked, “If she wanted it.”
“That would not go over well with her former employers” Kat replied, “The fact that she has never been one of our people is one of key things that has been protecting her.”
“That is a shame” Kira said, “If she could be brought into the hundred that would simplify matters.”
“I didn’t think there were any openings in the Order of Louise.”
“It has been a harsh winter” Kira said, “There are already going to be a few names mentioned in remembrance at the next quarterly meeting. As the Order’s Dame Commander, you really should be up on these things.”
“I command the First Foot” Kat replied, “And the Imperial retinue has decided that they want to go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. Care to guess who has had to deal with that unholy mess?”
“You’ll manage, after a lot of complaining like you always do” Kira said, “And you’ll get another medal out of it as well.”
Kira noticed that Kat was trying to hide her annoyance. Medals were a sore spot with her. Where a man in her position he would have strutted around like a peacock showing them off, Kat saw them as undeserved reminders of her suicidal efforts during the war. Recently, she had been informed that her time as an Abwehr trainee, Auxiliary, Officer and Kira’s Aide de Camp entitled her to the addition of a Fifteen Year, Long Service Cross to her ribbon bar. Kat had supposedly phoned Wunsdorf-Zossen and tried to tell Field Marshal Markgraf von Holz where the High Command could collectively shove that new medal. According to Lea, whose grandfather was the current OKH, the Markgraf had talked her out of raising a larger stink.
“Please talk to Fraulein Jensen about what I said” Kira said, “If she wants to make a life for herself here, I think she should at least be aware of her options.”
Washington D.C.
The month-old Congressional Session was turning into exactly the sort of shitshow that Truman had feared that it would become as soon as he saw the election returns in November. The Democratic Party still enjoyed large majorities, however the split between Northern and Southern factions of the party was becoming more pronounced. That had taken the form of the Southern faction becoming increasingly hostile towards what they regarded as interference by official Washington and the Courts. Heaven forbid that State laws needed to be Constitutional. While the violence that had marked the prior decade had not flared up again, not yet anyway. Truman figured that it was only a matter of time. It seemed as if the great grandchildren of those who been bled white for the Confederacy had learned all the wrong lessons from that.
If they were stupid enough to try to reprise the Civil War, they would discover that the United States wasn’t the same country that it had been in 1865. Even so Truman had been moving resources out of the South. The Army units based there did not have the latest equipment and the Navy had been quietly shifting units out of the Gulf of Mexico. The Interstate Highway system was also being built everywhere else first as well. If they wanted to fight a war with obsolescent weapons and no logistics. More power to them.