Money, ideology, conscience, ego.
These seem to be the main drivers for someone to defect, be it cultivated or unsolicited.

Money: the Americans have offered them payment for information. If it's an solicited walk up detection then it's more likely the belief that they will get paid, (reasonable assumption).

Ideology: unless they're a white supremacist type bigot then this is unlikely. They may believe that with their current race related issues that America may be receptive to the NAZI ideology, however I believe they are likely to be sorely disappointed.

Conscience: This would point to one of the science types, with the development of NBC Weapons and their employment against the Japanese, (chemical weapons anyway), would tip a conscientious individual towards a nation that espouses liberty and justice as founding principles.

Ego: For me, this and money are tied for them most likely motives. "Why did he stay/get promoted/have his idea accepted and I get fired/demoted/rejected... I'll show them"!

All fun and games.
 
Part 44, Chapter 576
Chapter Five Hundred Seventy-Six


9th November 1946

Wunsdorf-Zossen

Abwehr and the Agencies that had split off from it had enjoyed a run of success going back to the Spanish War. Tonight, that run was over.

It was because of money. They should have been watching Albert Speer closer or at least made sure that the contractors were more diverse so that one man in a construction firm couldn’t have access to so much information. When the markets had collapsed, Speer, who had been overleveraged had watched his family’s fortunes go with it. Then with his creditors closing in on him he’d apparently paid his household staff to make it look like the house was fully occupied while he took his family across the Swiss border and defected to the Americans. While the actual blueprints fell under State Secrecy and were kept appropriately guarded there were plenty of other things that were not so easy to deal with. Like Speer knowing that he’d overseen the digging of a giant hole in the ground near Kempten in Bavaria, filled it full of machinery and then covered over. Or that the entire area was now the exclusive domain of the Fallschirmjäger who were authorized to use lethal force to keep it secure. That was only one such installation that Speer had built for the OKW and the German State.

A full meeting of the Principles, the Section Heads and Team Leaders had been called on the top floor. They were supposed to be coming up with a response but all that seemed to be going on was arguing among the Section Heads and the Team Leaders about how to respond to the situation and who was at fault. The Principals were sitting outside the fray, clearly waiting for answers for what had happened.

Kat had gone to the von Richthofen Estate near Kleinburg so that she could lend Hans and Helene moral support, and if need be, fire support as they broke the news that Helene was expecting. Somehow, she’d been tracked there and had been called in to help deal with this mess. It was noticeable that Kat was the only woman in the room and that it was full of men who were shouting over each other. Ironically, she would have rather have stayed in Kleinburg. By now Hans, being the big open dope that he was, would have somehow given away what was going on. That would have been followed by a fraught conversation and an awkward, weirdly silent, meal. Why couldn’t the Richthofen family resort to drunken fistfights to settle disputes like Mischners did. All the skulking and nursing resentments that they engaged in was uncivilized.

All this yelling and finger pointing that Kat was witnessing was reminding Kat of the girls arguing over some stupid minor dispute. The difference was that these were grown men with experience and accomplishment, not teenagers governed by petty needs and hormones. She had finally had enough.

“SHUT UP” Kat yelled. Her voice, being of very different pitch than the others so it sliced through the din. “YOU HEARD ME, SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!” The room fell silent and Kat had dozens of eyes staring back at her.

“Who the Hell do you think you are?” One of the Section Heads demanded, and he stepped in front of Kat. There was something that Kat had once overheard Manfred von Wolvogle explain to one of his Aides when asked about what happened at Ussy-sur-Marne. The Old Wolf had said that authority always goes to those who prepared to be ruthless enough to seize it, especially if they didn’t care about consequences. She had already tried to quit this profession several times, if they sacked her this time then perhaps it would finally stick.

What followed was the sound of the heel of Kat’s right hand impacting with the man’s chin in an openhanded strike with her entire body pushing up from the floor behind it. There was the crunch of bone as his jaw and teeth were driven together and he fell to the floor, already unconscious and bleeding.

“Anyone else want to know who I am?” Kat demanded.

The room had gone so completely silent that a pin drop might have been heard. They were still staring, except now there was a bit of fear mixed in.

“Good” Kat said, “According to what we have Speer is gone. He was in Switzerland, but the Amis got him out. Now he’s in whatever hole they stuck him in and we’ve already lost this round. As much as I’d like to track him down and shoot him, that would mean war. Someone puts poison in his tea and the Amis will assume we did it. If Speer falls down the stairs, they will think we had something to do with it.”

“What are we supposed to do instead?” Someone asked.

“Our jobs” Kat said, “At this point, it’s containment.”

With that the arguing started up again. At least now they all seemed to be pushing in the same direction. With that Kat noticed that Karl Schmied, one of the Principals, was motioning her over.

“Interesting way of taking the lead, Gräfin” Schmied said with a slight smile. The Section Head who she’d laid out was being half led, half carried out by Johann Schultz. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face. That was when the chilling thought hit Kat, that she had become the very thing he had wanted all along.
 
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“Interesting way of taking the lead, Gräfin” Schmied said with a slight smile. The Section Head who she’d laid out was being half led, half carried out by Johann Schultz. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face. That was when the chilling thought hit Kat, that she had become the very thing he had wanted all along.
Nothing like the satisfaction that you forged the perfect individual to lead when the head of the BND finally retires.
 
just ask Jack Kennedy.

Huh! speaking of which, @Peabody-Martini is Jack jr still around somewhere?

“Interesting way of taking the lead, Gräfin” Schmied said with a slight smile. The Section Head who she’d laid out was being half led, half carried out by Johann Schultz. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face. That was when the chilling thought hit Kat, that she had become the very thing he had wanted all along.

Soon to be, at the age of 25, Katherine von Mischner became the head of the German Intelligence. :p
 
If Kat does continue a career in intelligence there may be a big problem, Doug. She will have people who think she is a rival for power and promotion, there will be male chauvinist pigs aplenty, there will be men she has upset, outdone or just plain decked. She is in a relationship with a foreign national who's father is also an intelligence officer, all it would take is a few words, a little poison dripped in certain ears, something like "I wonder what she tells him when alone in the dark." Not nice but it is a nasty world and there are ambitious ruthless people in every walk of life, especially I assume in this particular field.
 
How much does Speer actually know as opposed to what is actually going on. Knowing there is a big hole in the ground, with lots of machinery in it and guarded by the Fallschirmjäger, is not the same as what is going on in there. He might even muddy the waters by giving the US some information that is totally opposite of what is going on there, not by design but by shear not knowing. Most of the heads of the major construction companies know they are building something but not know exactly what is going on in the secure environment.
 
Yes, there are ambitious people that Kat might have pissed off, but never forget, that Kat has the respect of a lot of people in the field (you know, those people that put all their diseased imagination towards removing Germany's problems through the creative application of sharp and blunt force trauma), and she has the ear of the Kaiserin, so I am wondering who of her detractors truly wants to undergo a practical examination of Darwin's theories?
 
“What are we supposed to do instead?” Someone asked.

“Our jobs” Kat said, “At this point, it’s containment.”

Intensive interrogation of anyone associated with Speer in any way: What does he know? What does he know about? Who does he know? Who does he know about? What are the implications of the Americans knowing any of this? How can we deflect or discredit any of it? What should Nancy tell the OSS?
 
Now would be the time to dip into all those cooky tech programs the Germans were renowned for during WW2, as for example sonic cannons, levitation, rocket powered interceptor craft and all the others funky ideas that float around the German R&D programs.
 
Intensive interrogation of anyone associated with Speer in any way: What does he know? What does he know about? Who does he know? Who does he know about? What are the implications of the Americans knowing any of this? How can we deflect or discredit any of it? What should Nancy tell the OSS?

And make a detailed list of all who are vulnerable, and in position to do actual damage should they defect. Of course there are background checks etc., but they are never enough. And perhaps add a few fake defectors, who can complain about the changes.
 
He doesn't want to be in the same chapter as Kat again.

I think he doesn't want to be on the same PLANET as Kat. If the USA develops a space program, he's the first to consider which is more dangerous: Being anywhere near (for very generous definitions of "near") Kat, or sitting on top a a few hundred tons of volatile chemicals when they're set off?

At the very least, if he sees one of those sceince fiction magazine covers, he might think, "Good way to get away from Kat," or "Heroic spaceman rescues woman from bug eyed monster? Kat would eat that for lunch!"

Regarding atomic weapons, they are part of contemporary science fiction, and have been since the30's--occasionally even earlier. Might someone think to take a l,ook in case anyone keaked something?

Where is Isaac Asimov in this timeline? Anyone for a serving of Pate de Fois Gras?
 
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