Part 45, Chapter 590
Chapter Five Hundred Ninety


2nd March 1947

Berlin

“It’s already been announced, Katherine” Kira said, “No country is going to allow a State visit to go badly.”

Kat just wished that she shared Kira’s optimism. No country wanted a State visit to go badly, that didn’t mean that things didn’t happen. The Emperor had announced that he was going to be visiting several nations for reasons of diplomacy. The Empress and the three oldest of their children were going to be traveling with him in the in June. That meant that a good portion of the First Imperial Foot Guard would be along as security. Fortunately, they would be traveling by airplane which greatly simplified things. Russia, China, Korea, Japan, Vietnam, Canada and the United States in just a matter of days.

Kat was expected to drop everything and come along. As a companion of the Empress and one of the few people who could keep Freddy under some semblance of control. It was also fortunate that fit in with her academic schedule. However, there was the small matter of her various travels through America over the previous years. This whole thing could get sticky if she was recognized by the wrong people.

“So long as you stay with the delegation you should be fine” Kira said, “I’m sure you’ll be concerned about your wedding we’ll have you back in plenty of time for that.”

Kat had been so wrapped up in her thoughts about how her presence would affect things she hadn’t thought about that. There was the matter of Helene as well. Her due date was in early July and she expected Kat to be around for that nightmare.


Posen

Kurt Knispel watched as Lars drove the Lynx over the car parked in the carpark. Civilians were always impressed when Panzers did that. Those in the know were impressed by something else entirely. A few weeks earlier General von Rommel had been passing through. He’d been tapped by the OKW to write the definitive study on the life, philosophy and leadership of Field Marshal Manfred von Wolvogle. That had included those who had known the old wolf the best, unfortunately for the General they tended not to be the easiest group of people to talk to. There were those who were writing books of their own who were understandably hostile, those preening types who were just looking to stoke their own outsized egos and finally the professionals who Rommel had the most difficulty with.

Kurt fell squarely into that final category. He’d found himself with Rommel sitting on the turret shouting questions as a military exercise went on around them. Eventually they had parked hull down behind a low rise that the crew was aware of that was on swampy ground that no one would consider possible to drive a vehicle as big and heavy as a Lynx could possibly be. Rommel had jumped off the Lynx only to have him sink up to his waist in black icy mud. Kolbe and Olli had to fish him out. The ground pressure under the tracks of the Lynx was less than that of a man on foot. That was the sort of thing that those who knew armor found impressive.

As Kurt was standing there watching a car get crushed like a beer can. It occurred to him that it would be far more impressive to have Lars tear through urban streets the way he had when they found themselves fighting in Russian villages. Over cars, through walls and pulverizing anything in their path while dodging Russian anti-tank teams.

That, was impressive. However, the city council would be furious if Lars ever did that.

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Berlin

Nancy was enjoying a quiet afternoon as she walked through central Berlin. That morning when everyone had gotten together for breakfast the house had been a raucous place. Kat, Gerta, Helene and all the girls. As soon as breakfast was over, and everything was cleaned up, everyone had gone their own separate ways.

For lack of anything else to do, Nancy had figured that exploring the city would be something fun to do. In the past she had found something new every time she had done this. It was a cool late winter day, sunny with an icy wind that seemed to blow right through her coat. Gerta had mentioned that she needed to sample the Berlin Jazz scene before she returned to the United States. There were several clubs in Central Berlin but going there at night held more than a little risk. Then she had heard that on Sunday afternoons many top acts did their rehearsals and jam secessions. She would not only get to see the acts but hear music that no one else had before.

After some time walking around she found the place she was looking for. A stylized V8 was on the sign hanging over the door. Walking in she saw that the dim interior looked exactly like what she thought such a place might look in New York or Chicago. On the low stage a three-piece band was playing. Drummer, stand up bass and guitar. The guitarist was playing an instrument that was different from anything that she’d ever seen before. It looked like any other archtop guitar she’d seen but the sound was coming not from the guitar. Instead it was coming from a box by the guitarist’s feet. The music was very different as well, closer to Blues than Jazz and with a faster tempo.

“The latest round of recordings from that outfit in Cleveland blew everyone’s minds” The man behind the bar said with an accent that suggested that he was American, “Now everyone’s trying to copy it. What can I do you for?”

“Just soda with a twist” Nancy said.

“We don’t get too many American girls through here” The bartender said as he made her drink, “I’m John from Indiana, by the way.”

Nancy didn’t get the impression that this man was interested in her which was a relief. He was almost as old as her father. “Well, John” She said, “I’m Nancy from Washington State.”

“That’s a new one” John said, “Meyer will get a kick out of that the next time he comes through.”

“Who?” Nancy asked.

“An American like us” John said with a wink, “We get a lot of expats through here looking for a taste of home, enjoy the music.” With that he set the drink down in front of her and went to do something else.

It was an interesting concept. How had Nancy lived in Berlin for months without being aware that there were other Americans about besides those who worked in the US Embassy?
 
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Coming Soon to a Theater Near You: Nancy and the Mob

A young American girl in Berlin gets into hot water with spies and it is up to John Dillenger and Meyer Lansky to save her, hijinks and hilarity ensures as Nancy meets and falls in love with a Marine Infantry war hero. Watch Nancy and the craziest bunch of girls you ever will meet tear around Berlin in the most madcap adventure of 1947!
 
Coming Soon to a Theater Near You: Nancy and the Mob

A young American girl in Berlin gets into hot water with spies and it is up to John Dillenger and Meyer Lansky to save her, hijinks and hilarity ensures as Nancy meets and falls in love with a Marine Infantry war hero. Watch Nancy and the craziest bunch of girls you ever will meet tear around Berlin in the most madcap adventure of 1947!


I WANT THIS!!! x'D
I could see this working very well as a German comedy set in America in the style of an Ealing comedy.
 
However, there was the small matter of her various travels through America over the previous years. This whole thing could get sticky if she was recognized by the wrong people.

“So long as you stay with the delegation you should be fine”
Kira is right. As long as she is a documented member of the delegation and as long as she doesn't do really conspicuous shady stuff, her being held for any excuse by the US authorities would be spitting in the face of all international diplomacy customs and really close to an act of aggression.
Of course, she'll probably be under 24/7 surveillance from multiple teams, as she's a known maverick troublemaker and 'loud' agent. All of the US secret services branches will probably work 16 hours or more workdays anyway as long as the German delegation is on American soil in general and in US in particular.
 
Actually, Kat going to America would provide great cover for other Abwehr agents in the party.

The FBI, OSS etc will be so focused on Kat, they'll not notice anyone else.
 
Actually, Kat going to America would provide great cover for other Abwehr agents in the party.

The FBI, OSS etc will be so focused on Kat, they'll not notice anyone else.
As long as they know their job, they'll presume that Kat is a Red Herring to distract from other people in the delegation who might also be undercover operatives.
Conversely, it would be a great time for already infiltrated agents and officers to get away with a great deal of mischief, since the eyes of the US secret services will be squarely on the delegation itself.
 
“It’s already been announced, Katherine” Kira said, “No country is going to allow a State visit to go badly.”

In this timeline with Kat being involved, YES, YES IT WILL!

The Kaiser and Empress are doing their primary duty of promoting German culture, technology, and business to the world.
The main message is going to be "Invest in Germany and let Germany invest in you" and everybody gets rich.
With the visit to the United States brings the possibility of so many things going wrong, from either the Kaiser or Empress making an ill advised remark on the current racial situation to an Anti-German nutcase deciding to "do something" that is going to cause people to die.

This why I am waiting with anticipation on what Peabody-Martini is going to do.
 
Is any of the German delegation black? Bodyguards? Secretaries? Did anyone in Germany think of that particular issue?
 
With the visit to the United States brings the possibility of so many things going wrong, from either the Kaiser or Empress making an ill advised remark on the current racial situation to an Anti-German nutcase deciding to "do something" that is going to cause people to die.
Heck, a couple of the bodyguards could be old Askari vets. That would.... Man o man, I would pay to see that.
 
Is any of the German delegation black? Bodyguards? Secretaries? Did anyone in Germany think of that particular issue?
I'd love a black german (maybe ex-askari?) being talked down to by an american and in turn regarding him with a teutonic disdain.
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They might do that on purpose, just to fuck with 'em.

I don't think they would make changes like that just to make things go worse; state visits that go poorly are always a problem for everyone. However, I suspect some problems along the line somewhere, in line with the growing Trans Atlantic rift.
 
Part 45, Chapter 591
Chapter Five Hundred Ninety-one


11th March 1947

Berlin

Looking over the notes from the latest interview of Miss Jensen it was obvious to Mike Smith that while she had been successful as an asset of the OSS she was not a spy. She also wasn’t exactly trusted by her friends here in Berlin. Katherine von Mischner had allowed the girl to live in her house, meet her friends and family but that was the extent of it. Now as her time in Germany was winding down Miss Jensen had stumbled across a bombshell that was of uncertain value. She’d mentioned being in an American themed Berlin nightclub, the sort that one might go to if they were into Nigro music. Mike personally could care less what direction Miss Jensen’s tastes ran, but she had heard reference to an American expat named Meyer.

After years of silence, the OSS might have finally run across the trail of Meyer Lansky, the Consigliere of the Luciano Crime Family. When the heat had been turned up in New York Lansky must have decided that he wanted to go to what was the old country for him. Who knew what the Lansky had used to barter for whatever he had here?

The FBI would kill for that information, but the OSS had to play a longer game. They also knew that they were dealing with a cagey actor here. Lansky would have come here knowing it was a place where the G-Men couldn’t easily follow. Now, after several years there had to be something that the OSS could give Lansky that he couldn’t get here. For Mike Smith it was only a matter getting in contact with Lansky and figuring out what that might be. It was looking like the investment that the US State Department had made in Miss Jensen was going to pay off, just not in the way that anyone might have imagined.


Rural Germany in Transit

It wasn’t just Cleveland, it was Chicago and Detroit as well. It was music that was very different from what anyone had ever heard before. Nancy had listened to it as a band had been rehearsing on a Sunday evening. In some ways, it was a call back to the fundamentals of the music, the bands involved being mostly three-piece and four-piece acts. It was all stripped down and had a driving rhythm. Nancy was excited about it and Kat said that the music itself was very reflective of its urban origins with the sounds of the cities plainly reflected in it. Gerta had discovered the wild dancing that went with the music and was enthusiastic.

To Helene, it sounded like an industrial accident. That was what was running through her mind as she looked out the window of the train that was taking her back to Zossen.

This latest thing was left Helene feeling like she was out of step. Kat had poked fun at Helene for years about how she was not nearly as rebellious as she pretended to be. Now that she’d moved out of Berlin that had only gotten worse. This latest music just left her cold, being pregnant and living on a military base might as well have been living on the moon. Only her going to and from Berlin for her University classes were what kept her from feeling completely out of touch. Something that was growing increasingly difficult.

“It’s good that your husband is encouraging your career” Nina said, “There are too many young women I’ve seen who make the mistake of thinking their family alone will fulfill them.”

That snapped Helene out of her thoughts. Nina was the wife of General Oberst Horst, who had been Hans’ backer throughout his career. Even after Walter Horst had retired Nina had retained the status of being one of the leaders of the Officer’s wives. She had her own reasons for going into Berlin, continuing education she called it. Apparently being a Primary School Teacher meant that your education never really ended. She had graciously agreed to assist Helene in making this trip as it had grown more difficult.

“Have you given any more thought as to what you want to do?” Nina asked.

“Do what?” Helene replied.

“To do as a career?”

“I’ve been hoping to get the diploma” Helene said, “After that planning gets awkward in a hurry.” Helene became self-conscious of her swollen midsection as she said it. Anything she was planning had to be worked around that.

“I’ve had three of my own” Nina said with a slight smile, “I understand.”

“You were already a teacher? Weren’t you?”

“Yes” Nina said, “If you think your situation is awkward, imagine having to teach a class while the children are asking questions that they are really too young to get the answer to because they aren’t blind.”

Nina obviously found that funny, now. Helene personally would have found the prospect of that terrifying. The stares she at University were bad enough already. She couldn’t imagine what a group of children would be like.

“That sounds terrible” Helene said.

Nina just laughed at that. “It’s reality” She said, “They were not bad children, they just hadn’t developed the filters that adults know to use yet.”

“You remember all of them?” Helene asked.

“Yes” Nina said, “Though there have been hundreds of them over the years.”

“Are you still in contact with them?” Helene asked.

“Sure, the ones who are still alive” Nina said offhanded, then she saw the look on Helene’s face. It was something that Nina had long come to terms with. She had taught school in a garrison town for twenty years. The last war had decimated the students who had come through her classroom as they were growing up. She felt for Helene, she was a sweet girl but she had better hope that child she was carrying was a girl, not that Nina would say it aloud.
 
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“Are you still in contact with them?” Helene asked.

“Sure, the ones who are still alive” Nina said offhanded, then she saw the look on Helene’s face. It was something that Nina had long come to terms with. She had taught school in a garrison town for twenty years. The last war had decimated the students who had come through her classroom as they were growing up. She felt for Helene, she was a sweet girl but she had better hope that child she was carrying was a girl, not that Nina would say it aloud.

That is a short, brilliant look at the cost of war.
 

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When Mike Smith finds out that Myer is hanging out with THE JOHN “most wanted criminal in American history/only man to successfully escape Alcatraz” DILLINGER, the message home from Berlin is going to hit with all the subtlety of an 88mm.

This could very well be the beginning of the end for Germany’s fun and games with American intelligence. Someone’s going to be obliged to look into the FBI to see how they lost sight of that, and it may very well intersect into the ongoing probe into why the Manhattan Project failed right at the top...

Nancy may have inadvertently lit the spark to the greatest trans-Atlantic crisis ever...
 
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