While I enjoy this TL immensely Jacob asking for the plans back strains my suspension of disbelief. While I think i get what you are trying to accomplish, asking for unrealistic concessions like the SIS ignoring German intelligence operatives in certain dominions for a set period of time or something similar would seem to be more realistic.
 
While I enjoy this TL immensely Jacob asking for the plans back strains my suspension of disbelief. While I think i get what you are trying to accomplish, asking for unrealistic concessions like the SIS ignoring German intelligence operatives in certain dominions for a set period of time or something similar would seem to be more realistic.


He doesn't want the plans back. He's playing the fool, and using the moment to sow doubts in the mind of the British Intelligence. This has the added benefit of making German intelligence look like naive idiots, and so sets the stage for them to be ignored/downplayed later.
 
He doesn't want the plans back. He's playing the fool, and using the moment to sow doubts in the mind of the British Intelligence. This has the added benefit of making German intelligence look like naive idiots, and so sets the stage for them to be ignored/downplayed later.
I know what the scene was attempting to accomplish, but asking for the plans back as opposed to some other still impossible but more realistic concession accomplishes the stated narrative goal and doesn't sound as ... Out there. AskING for any concession would give the impression of nativity... But this is just too blatant a manipulation and injures the belivability of the scene as a whole.
 
I know what the scene was attempting to accomplish, but asking for the plans back as opposed to some other still impossible but more realistic concession accomplishes the stated narrative goal and doesn't sound as ... Out there. AskING for any concession would give the impression of nativity... But this is just too blatant a manipulation and injures the belivability of the scene as a whole.

I see what you're saying. In my mind, asking for what you suggest is far more of a manipulation. No one could reasonably believe that. But an intelligence beginner naively asking for his file back? Doesn't seem quite so far-fetched to me.
 
Part 9 Chapter 83
Chapter Eighty-Three


24th October, 1929

Wunsdorf-Zossen, Germany

Esther was seated in her office typing up the notes from the last meeting of the command staff of 2nd Army or to put it properly trying to turn it into something coherent. The meeting had devolved like they always did. This time it was into a debate over a popular radio play featuring the adventures of Imperial Air Service pilots in the Great War and why the Heer had nothing like that. Why should the flyboys get all the glory? Esther had rephrased it as a request that the Heer needed to up its public relations game, perhaps by sponsoring a similar radio play. That was when she noticed that a girl, 7 or 8 years old was peeking around the door frame, frizzy blond hair and cornflower blue eyes.

“Are you going to be a stranger?” Esther asked.

“Poppa said I should be like you” The girl said “He said you are smart and tough.”

Something about the shape of her face and the set of head. Esther suspected that she knew who this was. “You wouldn’t happen to be Gerta Wolvogle would you?”

The girl just stared at her wide eyed, Esther had hit the mark, the General’s scandalous youngest daughter. Esther knew what her real name was but being named after a legendary warrior maiden seemed like a bit much to live up to. Esther had never met her before. Her mother was an artist and ran an art gallery in Central Berlin. Her mother also happened to be the mistress of General von Wolvogle, for the last decade or so.

“How did you know that?” Gerta asked.

“Because I’m smart” Esther said with a smile.

“Gerta leave that woman alone” Said a woman wearing the latest avant-garde style of clothing “She has work to do.”

Esther noticed that she was at least 30 years younger than the General, the General’s wife knew about her but didn’t seem to care. She was running her own business, which was raising horses on her family’s estate outside of Berlin. Her fortune was her own and the marriage with the General had been in name only for decades. The two women seemed to be trying to wait each other and the General out. Last one to die wins. Of course, the General was oblivious to this. Once she’d gotten to know General von Wolvogle she couldn’t possibly imagine his domestic situation being anything else.

The girl and her mother disappeared, they must be here on some personal business with the General. Esther went back to her work. Later, she met Jacob outside the Abwehr building in the car park.

“Good day, bad day?” Esther asked, knowing that Jacob frequently couldn’t give specifics about his day.

“Strange day” he said unlocking the car.

“Is there anything you can say to me?” Esther asked.

“Just that they seem to be panicking in America over something” Jacob said.

“You were listening in on America today?” Esther asked as Jacob pulled the car out.

“Ships at sea” Jacob said “They like to relay information around.”

“Hardly a secret then.”

“Exactly.”

They completed the rest of the drive in silence. Esther watched out the window as they reached their street. With the girls, having been excepted into specialized academies and were now living full time in Berlin. It was just her and Jacob rattling around in the house far sooner than they’d ever thought they would. They’d even considered selling the house. It seemed to Esther that they needed to shake up the rut they seemed to have fallen into. No sooner than they’d parked the car and walked to the front door when she noticed a garish envelope taped to the front door. Jacob saw it and froze. He leaned into and whispered “run to the street” into her ear. The tone of voice he’d seldom used before, not to be argued with.

Esther started to run towards the street but before she’d gotten two steps what felt like a giant’s hand grabbed her and threw her forward. There was a sharp pain, then darkness…


25th October, 1929

It wasn’t the flying debris but Esther’s head hitting the pavement of the street. The best specialists in the world were treating her. They’d been brought in by General von Wolvogle, one didn’t say no to a full General of the Heer. Especially one who could get through to the Emperor if need be. Even they were saying wait and see. What had happened was his fault, he’d treated this like a stupid game. That ended now, he’d chase the man who had done this to ground and put him down like the rabid dog that he was.

He saw Schultz and Helga walk in, they would have gotten a front row seat of the house blowing up and their neighbors being loaded into the ambulance. Jacob’s injuries had been superficial but still they had insisted that he come in to be checked out. Esther had cracked her skull on the street and was unresponsive. Rhona was besides herself, she wanted to come in from Berlin but had the difficulty of having a newborn and couldn't really travel. She’d be there are soon as she could.

“Helga, if you could please get us some coffee” Jacob said.

Helga looked at Schultz who just nodded. The two of them knew that this was subterfuge. Jacob wanted to talk to Schultz alone.

As soon as Helga walked off Jacob looked at Schultz “I need you to gather your team” He said “There’s a particular rat we need to hunt down, Helga can stay with Esther.”

“What if that rat runs across an international border, Sir” Schultz asked.

“Isn’t that why we have a military unit that doesn’t officially exist?”

Schultz understood that the situation was grave. At the same time, he had been worried that the Naval Officer lacked the steel in his spine to be the commander of this strange outfit. But now he saw the look in Jacob’s eyes and saw that he needn’t have worried.

“We’ll be ready to go in one hour, Sir.”
 
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Oh shit.. America didnt really have agents back then right? The British for some reason? Though why the British would try to kill him i have no idea
 
Oh shit.. America didnt really have agents back then right? The British for some reason? Though why the British would try to kill him i have no idea

America did have a pretty decent intelligence force, but they were far more interested inside their own borders, mostly dealing with gangsters, and the odd sloppy Russian agents.

Britain was fanatically defensive about naval secrets, and wouldn't be above this sort of thing, if they thought he was involved in naval secrets

This, however was Sauvegot's doing. The envelope on the door is the same that Jacob gave to Sauvegot. Hopefully he has learned a valuable lesson about not playing with enemy agents.
 
Ah, I see.. so france must have greeted him back with open arms after years being gone (although he did bring back info about german weapons sale in china), or is this a rogue operation?
 
First off, you have a staggering pace! Jacob is now extremely angry and focused. I almost pity the French bastard. Heck I could see him dying of an agonizing poison or anthrax. Jacob's got some Vladimir Putin in him on the ruthlessness side.

I love this story so much.
 
You mean the FBI? I thought the reason american spies trained at camp X in canada was that they had no domestic training program for spies..
 
at least I hope not, but not really sure about the mood in france atm.. still, seems like a big risks which could easily go off the wire with a war between french and german agents..A lot of people could end up dead.
 
Part 9 Chapter 84
Chapter Eighty-Four


1st November, 1929

Stavanger, Norway

The only hope left was Scotland, they couldn’t possibly follow him there, could they? With all the newspapers were focused on the unfolding market panic in New York no one seemed to be paying attention to a house blowing up near the German Military Headquarters, except for the German Government. Sauvageot seemed to have gotten their undivided attention.

When Sauvageot had gotten back to France he’d discovered that the Ministry he’d worked for had written him off years earlier. After he’d been debriefed the only job he’d been offered involved sitting at a desk filing reports that no one would ever read. Then came the announcement that the French Government, not the same one he’d left years earlier was considering rapprochement with the Germans in the form of a trade pact. Sauvageot saw this as a betrayal of everything he’d believed in his entire life. He’d wanted a chance at revenge for the five years of his life he’d lost, to lose that because the spineless frauds in Paris and their greed was unthinkable. Then an idea began to germinate in his mind. That Boche interloper had to have pissed off more than a few other spy agencies with his childish grandstanding. What if he could take him out and not take credit beyond leaving a card like the one used in that Chinese prank. That way Jacob Schmidt would know exactly who it was who killed him before he died and it wouldn’t leave a clue for investigators to follow.

He spent weeks watching Jacob Schmidt’s habits, the German Officer had fallen into a domestic routine with him and his wife coming home at the same time every evening. It had been child’s play to break into their house and plant the bomb and set the timer for about the time he’d figured they would be getting home. What Sauvageot had not anticipated was events on the other side of the Atlantic, the New York Stock Exchange in particular. Jacob Schmidt’s job was to monitor international events. How that had worked out in practice was that Jacob Schmidt and his wife were just a couple minutes late getting home that night. They’d been caught in the blast but not killed. Sauvageot might have been able to finish them off except their neighbor had rushed out with a rifle. Sauvageot recognized that it was Johan Schultz, not someone that he’d want to tangle with. The big man would kill him in a heartbeat and think nothing of it. Sauvageot faded into the night.

Later he’d learn that Jacob Schmidt had survived the blast mostly unhurt but his wife had suffered a severe injury. That meant that Sauvageot had to get as far from there as fast as he could. When he’d passed through Berlin he’d encountered a fellow French agent who described barely escaping a safe house that had come under military assault by a handful of German soldiers armed with fragmentation grenades and machine pistols. The description had sounded like Schultz’s team and they were ahead of him. That was when Sauvageot had realized that running for the French border would be suicide. Instead he’d bought a train ticket for Copenhagen.

Once in Copenhagen Sauvageot had reached out to a contact in the French Embassy there. He’d learned he was persona non grata as far as the French Government was concerned. The German Government was offering a few minor concessions in the trade negotiations if the French government handed him over and hinting at darker possibilities if they harbored him. That was when a couple German Battleships anchored in the harbor and two thousand sailors came ashore on liberty. He knew that the team that had been chasing him was among them, he could feel it.

Sauvageot crossed the Oresund Straight at Helsingborg and kept going north. He’d escaped Oslo minutes ahead of his pursuers by hopping freight train headed west. Now he was down to a few dozen Deutschmarks and his watch which he hoped would be enough to bribe the Captain of a fishing boat to take him across the North Sea to the Shetland Islands or Scotland. He was hiding in a warehouse watching the docks, just a hundred or so meters away but it seemed like a thousand. Knowing that Thorwald might be out there filled him with trepidation over walking in open spaces. Was that a reflection off a window or a rifle scope a couple of hundred meters to his right, if he got it wrong he wouldn’t know until it was too late.

That was the dilemma Sauvageot had when something hit him from behind and hit arms were painfully twisted behind his back.

“If you’d been smart you’d have gone east from Oslo” He heard a voice say, Schafer. That was bad, the man was a stone-cold killer.

“He couldn’t have done that” Another voice, Jacob Schmidt said “You could have lost yourself in the forests of Finland and we’d never find you, but César here has spent his whole life in cities, no woodcraft skills at all.”

Sauvageot was hauled to his feet, the hands holding his arms had no give to them at all.

“Now, are you going to give us trouble or am I going to have Schultz start breaking bones until you become agreeable” Jacob said. That answered who was holding his arms and Sauvageot had no doubt that Schultz would do it.

“Just kill me and get it over with” Sauvageot said.

Jacob smiled, Sauvageot noticed that there was absolutely no warmth in his eyes. “Death would be too good for you” He said “I’m going to do what I should have done six years ago.”


3rd November, 1929

Wunsdorf-Zossen, Germany

The flight back from Norway was uneventful. They had handed off Sauvageot with exact instructions as to where he was to be sent. Having spent the entire flight chained to his seat listening to Schafer and Weise debate whether or not frogs could fly and if they should conduct an experiment over the North Sea had made the French spy more than agreeable once he’d been handed over to the Police at Tempelhof. He wouldn’t have been if he’d known where he was going, but Jacob had left to be a surprise.

When he’d arrived at the hospital he’d learned that there had been no change in Esther. The Doctors could tell she’d suffered a skull fracture but they couldn’t tell what the damage had been or if she’d ever regain consciousness. That was what Jacob was left with and no one to blame but himself.


5th November, 1929

Hohenasperg Prison, Near Stuttgart, Germany

They had shoved Sauvageot into an empty cell. Held at the convenience of the Emperor. More like thrown in a hole and forgotten, his guards had made that very clear when he’d arrived. They had also made allusions to another prisoner here being held in the same circumstances. The barred window of his cell looked out onto a blank concrete wall letting in no light, not even a view of the sky. That was when he heard the voice of the man in the next cell.

“Welcome to Hell” The voice said “I understand they buried you alive in here too.” Something about that voice was familiar but Sauvageot couldn’t place where.

“You have a name?” Sauvageot said back.

“Names are useless here” The voice said “Like time itself.”

That voice, where had he heard it.

“Get used to these fucking walls, friend” The voice said “Because they will be the last thing you will ever see.”

That’s when it hit Sauvageot who was in the next cell, they’d put him next to Stoltz who said something like that the last time he’d seen him in that warehouse.

“Welcome among the Damned, Sauvageot you fucking whoreson” Stoltz said “Because those who are already dead have nothing but time.” This was followed by insane laughter.
 
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Ha, imprisoned next to Stoltz, who apparently has gone insane, probably for the rest of his natural life. Unless Esther dies. Then it might be shorter and more painful. Regardless, hopefully Jacob has learned a valuable, if expensive lesson. Enemy spies are not a toy.
 
I had really hoped that Sauvegot would have played smarter and rebuilt up his power and abilities. He was a character who might even have had a chance to trip up Jacob on something and take him down a notch. Now he will rot away with Stoltz while Jacob sees to his wife and webs of spying and deceit.
 
I had really hoped that Sauvegot would have played smarter and rebuilt up his power and abilities. He was a character who might even have had a chance to trip up Jacob on something and take him down a notch. Now he will rot away with Stoltz while Jacob sees to his wife and webs of spying and deceit.
Its my understanding he has not really been interrogated yet. Guess he'll spill his guts now or at least in a year or two, if there is anything to learn from him.
 
Can I just say this is all great. I'm really enjoying this all so much. I've been waiting for a really detailed CP victory scenario at entirely from a character POV and you have delivered.
 
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