No, it's a movie reference.

And it was the wrong movie and the wrong General. Boy do I feel dumb now this morning.

It was a reference to MacArthur's speech in Texas about how old soldiers don't die, they fade away.



Bugger.

Hopefully there won't be conspiracy theories around his death like Patton had.

"This is the truth THEY don't want you to know! The Kaiserin sent Kat von Mischner to shoot Wolvogle in the neck with a silent air rifle to keep him from usurping the throne!"
 
Part 34, Chapter 403
Chapter Four Hundred Three


31st July 1944

Jena

Peter saw that the cellophane tape on the door jamb had been disturbed as soon as he entered the hall leading to his outer office. The dust on the tape revealed that it had been awhile since his office had been broken into. Years earlier he had discovered that he frequently dealt with extremely dangerous people at the worst moments of their lives and not all of them were thankful for the help afterwards. The result was that he had gotten used to taking precautions so he wouldn’t walk in on any nasty surprises.

Later after the police had determined that it was safe Peter entered his office. It was mostly undisturbed except two filing cabinet drawers had been pried open. K and M respectively. His old friends were back and obvious which one of his patients they were trying to dig up dirt on. Still he would need to call all the ones affected and tell them that their information had been compromised. The reality was that beyond scheduling and contact information he didn’t keep a whole lot of information on hand in the office. He kept the files in a secure location elsewhere. Most of his patients were in the military or the dependents of people who were. There was information in those files that could destroy people if it fell into the wrong hands. Peter just brought the bare minimum into the office. The notes and information gathered went into the files when he updated them.

In this case they were probably after very specific information. Peter had seen that they already had an inkling of what had happened and were trying to confirm it. The fact that it was single worst thing that happened in the life of a patient. That patient had lied right to Peter’s face because not only couldn’t they handle the truth but it would potentially destroy their family as well. Peter knew all too well how these things worked. The moral scolds would rejoice in a story like this one if it ever saw the light of day, not caring that they would be compounding one of the worst crimes imaginable. Peter preferred that the Law and Courts dealt with matters but there were times when someone had gotten exactly what they had deserved by other means.


Near Sergiev Posad, Moscow Oblast, Russia

The SPz-2 was rolling in the long column extending north and east. Hans would have thought that with Moscow having surrendered the 4th Division would be returning to Wunsdorf. As it had turned out he had thought wrong. The 2nd Corps had been dispatched to secure vital rail infrastructure. Some of the more cynical had pointed out that Vladivostok was only ten thousand kilometers down the road. He was hoping that was just a joke but considering how the Heer did things he would probably be looking forward to spending next winter somewhere in Siberia.

Soren and Jost were trying their best to play cards in the half light of the interior of the APC. Hans had grown tired of listening to them argue over which was the high card. No one else in the Squad dared to tell them to shut up and Hans himself didn’t have the energy to care. The war was over but it seemed like nothing had changed. With a sigh Hans stood up and opened the roof hatch and climbed up onto the roof behind the turret. He saw that the vehicle’s commander and gunner were sitting there in the turret with the hatches open. It was too nice a day to sit inside this giant can.

There were people in this village that they were passing through were eying them curiously. What were referred to as Spanish Rules were being strictly enforced. The Brass was determined that they would not wear out their welcome here. They had a mission, they would perform it and in due time they would leave. They had made sure that it was understood far and wide. So far that had been working.


Tumbler Ridge, British Columbia

Seymour Edwards had secured the cooperation of the local RCMP outpost. He was finding that to be a mixed blessing as they had stuck him with Miller, a verbose local who seemed naturally adept at talking a lot and not saying much at the same time.

“It was on the side of the road along here where we found the little girl” Miller said as he steered the pickup truck, “She was in a really bad way, the Doc figured that it was only the cold that had kept her from bleeding out completely.”

Seymour looked up from his notes startled. That had to be incorrect. With the prospect of Stalin going on trial there was renewed interest in the Russian Imperial family and their deaths. Everyone knew the story. Gunmen had come up from Seattle broke in, killed the guards and the few remaining Romanovs. The girl, the only grandchild of Nicholas the II had gotten shot while trying to escape and had died on this road trying to walk into town in the dead of winter. What Miller had said flew in the face of that. “You said the girl was still alive when you found her?” Seymour asked.

“Yeah” Miller said, “I understand that she died later, after they took her to a hospital back east.” Again, that didn’t fit with the narrative but sounded plausible.

Presently they pulled up to the house. While it wasn’t a log cabin it was not a place where one would imagine a royal family might live. But that was the point. Isolated and rustic, were the words one might use if they were being charitable. It was boarded up. That didn’t surprise Seymour, people didn’t like to live in places that had seen so much suffering and death.

“They weren’t bad people” Miller said, “They hardly deserved what they got.”

Seymour nodded and watched as Miller unlocked the front door and walked in. As Seymour followed he saw that after a few years there wasn’t a whole lot of evidence of what had happened here. The air smelled of dust and neglect.

“When they took the front door down they caught everyone flat-footed” Miller said, “The guards were dead in the first few minutes and that included Henry, nicest man you’d ever hope to meet. The older sister, Olga took a shotgun blast in the parlor, never knew what hit her. Stupid really, she’d been out of her mind for years.”

Seymour followed behind writing in his notepad.

“We found one of the housekeepers here in the back hall” Miller said.

In the kitchen Seymour saw that Miller had pointed towards a boarded-up door. “It was here that Tatiana made her stand. She shoved the girl, Jehane out then closed it behind her. Then turned and shot the first man through the that door." He pointed towards the doorway that Seymour was standing in. "We found four of the bastards in here. She made them pay a heavy price.”

“What happened afterwards?” Seymour asked.

“The girl was put on a train and then the Huns showed up in force” Miller said, “They took the bodies, even the ones who had already been in the ground before that.”

So, that meant that the Germans had shown up and put things to rights.

“What do you remember about the Germans?” Seymour asked.

“Not a whole lot” Miller said, “They kept to themselves. The man in charge, he was a big, heavyset fellow, balding with a mustache. He seemed nice enough but he was not a man I’d care to go around with, if you know what I mean.”

With that Miller left the kitchen. The tour was clearly over and Seymour was left with more questions than answers.
 
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Please, this girl needs a break sometime.

Here's a question: whoever broke in has files they think belong to Katze, but what if all they got was a decoy file?

Or someone else's file completely?
"Oh you think that's K Von Michener's file? No, because of how stupid her enemies are, I swapped the contents of her file out with a great war veteran who has been in my care long term. He has no known living relatives and suffers from significant delusions. It is a shame that Corporal Hitler's medical history has been released, however you are using knowingly stolen property to libel someone. You're really not too bright are you"?
 
Here's a question: whoever broke in has files they think belong to Katze, but what if all they got was a decoy file?

True, he probably does have a decoy file on her.

Hopefully there won't be conspiracy theories around his death like Patton had.

"This is the truth THEY don't want you to know! The Kaiserin sent Kat von Mischner to shoot Wolvogle in the neck with a silent air rifle to keep him from usurping the throne!"

Of please, those Patton conspiracy theories are amazing to behold, not because they are farfetched, but because of how convenient they all are.
 
Tumbler Ridge, British Columbia

Seymour Edwards had secured the cooperation of the local RCMP outpost. He was finding that to be a mixed blessing as they had stuck him with Miller, a verbose local who seemed naturally adept at talking a lot and not saying much at the same time.

“It was on the side of the road along here where we found the little girl” Miller said as he steered the pickup truck, “She was in a really bad way, the Doc figured that it was only the cold that had kept her from bleeding out completely.”

Seymour looked up from his notes startled. That had to be incorrect. With the prospect of Stalin going on trial there was renewed interest in the Russian Imperial family and their deaths. Everyone knew the story. Gunmen had come up from Seattle broke in, killed the guards and the few remaining Romanovs. The girl, the only grandchild of Nicholas the II had gotten shot while trying to escape and had died on this road trying to walk into town in the dead of winter. What Miller had said flew in the face of that. “You said the girl was still alive when you found her?” Seymour asked.

“Yeah” Miller said, “I understand that she died later, after they took her to a hospital back east.” Again, that didn’t fit with the narrative but sounded plausible.

Presently they pulled up to the house. While it wasn’t a log cabin it was not a place where one would imagine a royal family might live. But that was the point. Isolated and rustic, were the words one might use if they were being charitable. It was boarded up. That didn’t surprise Seymour, people didn’t like to live in places that had seen so much suffering and death.

“They weren’t bad people” Miller said, “They hardly deserved what they got.”

Seymour nodded and watched as Miller unlocked the front door and walked in. As Seymour followed he saw that after a few years there wasn’t a whole lot of evidence of what had happened here. The air smelled of dust and neglect.

“When they took the front door down they caught everyone flat-footed” Miller said, “The guards were dead in the first few minutes and that included Henry, nicest man you’d ever hope to meet. The older sister, Olga took a shotgun blast in the parlor, never knew what hit her. Stupid really, she’d been out of her mind for years.”

Seymour followed behind writing in his notepad.

“We found one of the housekeepers here in the back hall” Miller said.

In the kitchen Seymour saw that Miller had pointed towards a boarded-up door. “It was here that Tatiana made her stand. She shoved the girl, Jehane out then closed it behind her. Then turned and shot the first man through the that door." He pointed towards the doorway that Seymour was standing in. "We found four of the bastards in here. She made them pay a heavy price.”

“What happened afterwards?” Seymour asked.

“The girl was put on a train and then the Huns showed up in force” Miller said, “They took the bodies, even the ones who had already been in the ground before that.”

So, that meant that the Germans had shown up and put things to rights.

“What do you remember about the Germans?” Seymour asked.

“Not a whole lot” Miller said, “They kept to themselves. The man in charge, he was a big, heavyset fellow, balding with a mustache. He seemed nice enough but he was not a man I’d care to go around with, if you know what I mean.”

With that Miller left the kitchen. The tour was clearly over and Seymour was left with more questions than answers.

I have no doubt that the hospital workers, the doctors and the paperwork all agree that the little girl died in hospital and "a little redhead and a bunch of Paras" took her body back to Germany. Kira must have had a smaller coffin weighted with sandbags interred along with the rest of the family.
 
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I have no doubt that the hospital workers, the doctors and the paperwork all agree that the little girl died in hospital and "a little redhead and a bunch of Paras" took her body back to Germany. Kira must have had a coffin weighted with sandbags interred along with the rest of the family.
Yeah, it would be silly for the whole secret to be exposed just because some random reporter asked a local what happened.
 
I have no doubt that the hospital workers, the doctors and the paperwork all agree that the little girl died in hospital and "a little redhead and a bunch of Paras" took her body back to Germany. Kira must have had a coffin weighted with sandbags interred along with the rest of the family.
IIRC Kat at that point that was 'just' Kira's personal gopher and did it solo - no para escort, more importantly no Abwehr training on "Subterfuge - How to". Further IIRC she relied on the remoteness of the location to deter reporter from showing up and checking in on the facts released to the major newspapers.
 
I think Miller has gotten an itch he has to scratch. The more he try's to check the "known" story, the more odd pieces are sticking out. Sooner or later he'll figure out that Jehane survived. The big question is whats next.
 
I think Miller has gotten an itch he has to scratch. The more he try's to check the "known" story, the more odd pieces are sticking out. Sooner or later he'll figure out that Jehane survived. The big question is whats next.
Remember Anastasia Romanov? Like that, a conspiracy theory, and some people would wonder has she, hasn't she. Until Kira makes a statement about it, it is all it would be.
 
Vladimir will be very interested in anything Miller unearths. It might just get him thinking about Jehane / Gianna. He already knows of her connection to Kat / Kira.
 
Vladimir will be very interested in anything Miller unearths. It might just get him thinking about Jehane / Gianna. He already knows of her connection to Kat / Kira.
Like what was mentioned a while back, she will become the next queen of russia.
 
IIRC Kat at that point that was 'just' Kira's personal gopher and did it solo - no para escort, more importantly no Abwehr training on "Subterfuge - How to". Further IIRC she relied on the remoteness of the location to deter reporter from showing up and checking in on the facts released to the major newspapers.

Kat was Kira's representative but she travelled with a squad of paras. And I think she'd been through a bunch of Abewhr training. This was after the Reichstag bombing, and therfore after Kat's recruitment into the Abwehr.

I think Miller has gotten an itch he has to scratch. The more he try's to check the "known" story, the more odd pieces are sticking out. Sooner or later he'll figure out that Jehane survived. The big question is whats next.

IMHO Kat and Kira have three choices: deny, threaten or explain. Of the three I think explaining would have a better chance of keeping the story from being published.

Vladimir will be very interested in anything Miller unearths. It might just get him thinking about Jehane / Gianna. He already knows of her connection to Kat / Kira.

Vladimir may need to be reminded that he'll get snuffed if he rocks the boat too much. "Conspiring with Beria was State Treason. Just take your pension and keep your head down or something unfortunate will probably occur."

Like what was mentioned a while back, she will become the next queen of russia.

Czarina, and only if it's required to cement the peace.
 
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Vladimir may try a round about way to power, if he can't get the crown then go for the elected route and consolidate power, cut out rival factions legally or with his own street thugs " knocking some sense" into the opposition heads. With some of the people he is now hanging out with, the democratic process is not their cup of tea.
 
Vladimir may try a round about way to power, if he can't get the crown then go for the elected route and consolidate power, cut out rival factions legally or with his own street thugs " knocking some sense" into the opposition heads. With some of the people he is now hanging out with, the democratic process is not their cup of tea.
Assuming the people he's with are willing to risk that. The most likely candidates, the right, are busy reeling from the news they were nearly Soviet patsies, and being affiliated with another patsy is too risky for them.

Plus, starting up poltical violence in the streets only works if the state can't act against you due to other concerns. Not a issue here.
 
Vladimir is already sending agents out to find suspected survivors from the massacre. If Miller unearths more information he will take note and act (and fail - he's just that kind of person), regardless of whatever Kira might want or pressurise him to do.
 
Chapter Four Hundred Two


“Busy supervising, Rittmeister” von Wolvogle said.

“Sorry, Sir” Kurt said as he got to his feet, “You know how it goes.”

“Indeed” The old General replied, “The idea is to keep them busy.” Referring to the crew. If they had all been slacking then perhaps Wolvogle would have had a word or two to say on the subject. With that von Wolvogle got off his horse, a big bay stallion. His aides and bodyguards watched from a respectful distance.

Kurt saw immediately the problem, “Olli!” He yelled, “Mind the horse.”

Olli jumped down from the turret and took the reins. No matter what Olli Bauer said Kurt knew that he often missed the life he had known on his family’s farm. Minding the Field Marshal’s horse was never a hardship for him.

“If I had known about your man’s talent with horses a year or two ago I might have stolen him from you” Wolvogle said with a smile.

“What can I help you with, Sir?” Kurt asked.

“The horse is Eisenseiten, did I ever tell you his story?” Wolvogle asked. The horse himself totally belied a name like that while Wolvogle’s back was turned by attempting to stick his nose into Olli’s coat trying to get to the dried apple slices that Olli kept in one of the inner pockets. That particular horse had always reminded Kurt of a giant dog.

“I don’t think you ever did” Kurt answered. The horse had come along sometime after he’d stopped working directly under Wolvogle.

“His Grandsire was Lucifer and he even looks like him” Wolvogle said, “I was hoping that Eisenseiten would have his spirit as well but there was something that I didn’t quite understand. When I first met Lucifer, he was considered unsuitable as a cavalry mount, no one could ride him. He and I had to work out an understanding.”

Kurt could only imagine a young Manfred Wolvogle meeting a creature as stubborn and temperamental as he was.

“Lucifer was a creature of the world he lived in” Wolvogle said, “He couldn’t live in this one and Eisenseiten is the same.”

“A creature of the world he lives in?” Kurt asked, it was obvious what Wolvogle was getting at. He thought of himself like Lucifer. Something from a time that had passed. Everyone knew that Wolvogle was to give a brief address, then depart for Berlin to receive the Grand Cross of the Pour le Mérite and then into retirement.

Wolvogle nodded. “I just wanted a chance to speak to you before I said my farewells tomorrow” He said, “You’ll get orders soon, back to Munster and then probably General Staff in Wunsdorf followed by a stent in Bohemia. I just wanted to wish you luck.”

“Thank you, Sir” Kurt said.

“If you are ever in Werder, don’t be a stranger” Wolvogle said, “It’s been an honor.”

With that Wolvogle collected his horse from Olli and rode off into the sunset.

Make sure John Ford directs this part of the movie.
 
The rumors of a survivor of the Tumbler Ridge Massacre has been mostly a wishful, romantic notion that one of the princess is still alive.
What Mr Edwards is doing is putting together the first published account of the sequence of events that happened on that night.
He has just confirmed that Olga and Tatiana died in the house and Jehane was found outside by the road alive but near death.
He now has to find out where Jehane was pronounced dead and who claimed the body.
Mr Edwards is going to look at every big city with a hospital that starts with the name Royal.
He is going to eliminate the closest ones in Vancouver and Victoria B.C. first, then he is going to move the search east to Toronto, Ottawa, and as an off chance, Montreal.
If he does find the actual hospital that Jehane was brought to, there are enough people who are going to talk and if they don't have the full story he will have enough to piece together that there was a young red hair girl with bunch of tough looking men who was speaking German and was throwing the Empress' name around.
If the stories not add up, he may has to go to Germany and try to find out who was that red hair girl that was claiming to act on the Empress behalf, and there is only one person in the world who fits that description.

Me Edwards may find out that shortly after the massacre, that "Red" has a young female cousin who was just recently orphaned moved in with her.
A closer look at the cousin will find that she is basically the same age as Jehane and there is no one around from where she claims to come from who remembers her.
 
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Part 34, Chapter 404
Chapter Four Hundred Four


14th August 1944

Berlin

Lang had heard talk of how every spring one of the first things farmers had to do was gather the rocks that had been forced to the surface by frost over the winter. It happened to be the source for the rock walls that lined roads in the countryside. The war and the decade that had preceded were the winter now they were faced with a field of some very large and ugly rocks that had worked their way to the surface. It seemed like in this season all secrets were coming to the surface.

As the NKVD archives had been gone through they revealed an extended litany of unaccountable power, abuse, misery and death. They also revealed a staggering amount of collusion by corporate titans and heads of government who were supposedly opposed to Communism in general and the Soviets in particular. This was a series of revelations possibly bigger than the Zamora papers. Just from the preliminary summery Lang could tell that the world was never going to be the same again.

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Peter knocked on the door of Kat’s Aunt and Uncle’s house. After a minute Marcella answered the door. “I’m sorry Doctor Holz” She said as soon as she opened the door, “Kat’s not going to be back until next week.”

Peter was aware of that, Kat was in Wunsdorf going through the process of separation. Paperwork like that took time.

“Actually, it was you that I wanted to talk to” Peter said.

“Regarding?” Marcella asked guardedly. In the past when Peter had sought her out it had never been to deliver good news. This time was no different.

“If I can come in?” Peter asked, “You probably don’t want the neighbors in on this.”

With a sigh Marcella stepped aside, letting Peter in.

He stood awkwardly in the hall looking at the framed photographs on the walls. Mostly of Kat and Hans, but photographs of Gianna, Marcella and Klaus as well. He saw a photo of Otto and Suse Rosa in happier times. The resemblance between mother and daughter was shocking.

“I need you to take that upstairs” Peter heard Marcella say to Gianna who reluctantly took her books from the kitchen table and trooped up the stairs presumably to her bedroom. With the end of the war there had been talk of exhuming the Romanovs and taking them to Saint Petersburg for burial in the family tomb at the Peter and Paul Cathedral. Kat had told Peter that her and Kira had been debating whether or not they should bring Gianna along. They felt that the risk of exposure was high if they did that. But at the same time Gianna had never had a chance to say goodbye. Seeing Gianna, Peter could see what the problem was. Gianna’s features were softer than her mother’s and she owed her blue-black hair to her Gallic father. But it was painfully obvious that Gianna was the daughter of Tatiana Nikolaevna.

Presently Peter found himself sitting across from Marcella at the kitchen table. Marcella had her arms crossed, the look on her face suggested that she was not happy about his presence.

“My office in Jena was broken into while I was absent” Peter said, “Whoever did it went through the files and they were looking for specific information.”

Marcella didn’t show any external discomfort at that information. However, Peter saw that there were subtle signs that she had understood the implications of that. So, this was where Kat had learned to do that.

“They didn’t…” Marcella started to say.

“I don’t keep sensitive files in my office” Peter said, “That includes the medical histories of my patients.”

“Good” Marcella said, visibly relieved by that detail.

“The problem is that it was obvious what they were looking for” Peter said, “It’s the one thing that you and Kat have both lied to me about repeatedly. It took some doing on my part but I found what I hope is the only documentation but even without direct confirmation someone is eventually going to run with it and you’ll need to be prepared for that.”

Marcella went from being relieved to being stricken with that news. “So, you knew?” She asked.

Peter nodded.

“Do you have any idea what they put her through?” Marcella asked, “They made her relive the whole thing, by the end she bit through her lip rather than answer another question.”

Peter sat quietly, he understood that. All of that had been there including how Kat’s lower lip had to be stitched.

“I wasn’t about to let her be destroyed mentally and physically” Marcella said, “That was the alternative. She didn’t understand what was happening…” Marcella trailed off.

“I read the file” Peter said, “I would have reached the same conclusions. There was a reason why the laws were changed to make such panels unnecessary.”

“Even so” Marcella said, “If any of that gets out then she will be ruined.”

“No one blames a twelve-year-old in such a case…” Peter started to say.

“Bullshit” Marcella snapped, “Girls never ask to get raped or end up having to abort their rapist's get but you’d better believe that society blames them when…”

Marcella paused, before looking over Peter’s shoulder. “I told you to go upstairs!” Marcella yelled furiously. Peter looked over his shoulder and saw Gianna with a shocked look on her face.
 
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