Part 61, Chapter 866
Chapter Eight Hundred Sixty-Six


5th November 1950

Berlin

She would have done it to protect Gia. It probably would have killed a part of her forever but there would have been no hesitation. Doug had listened as Kat had haltingly told him the entire story and her reasoning.

The court case had been going on for five years, getting appealed again and again, having to be reargued at each stage. The question was whether Jehane had standing to sue the American Corporations for breach of contract and for the US Government to release the funds frozen during the war. Kat had followed the case closely while feigning indifference. Then a month earlier the United States Supreme Court had ruled that Jehane and her cousin Georgy had standing for the case to proceed to trial. That had come at an extremely inconvenient time for Kat, she was pregnant and finding her resources drying up right when the OSS and US State Department were digging up every lead they could find in France and Germany to try to get dirt on the two Plaintiffs. The problem for Kat was that everyone associated with Gia was under as much scrutiny as the US Government could bring to bare on them here in Germany, or Austria as the case may be.

Kat had explained that if Nancy Jensen had turned, become a double agent she would get found out almost immediately because of that scrutiny. Nancy would then be used to leverage her friends, many of whom were also friends with Gia. That might not have worked with Kat, but she couldn’t be sure about the others. If Kat thought that was going to happen then she would follow her orders, protect Gia. The plan was for Kat to lure Nancy into an isolated part of the Tiergarten and kill her as swiftly and painlessly as possible. She would then call in a specialist who would have cleaned it up and made it look like the appropriate sort of accident. Kat had wept as if she really had betrayed her friend when Doug understood the truth, Kat been put in an impossible situation because, as he learned, what Gia’s great secret was, and it was a doozy. The sort of thing that would destroy her life if it ever got out and it was the sort of thing Kat would kill to keep the world from finding out.

“Perhaps she was just experimenting” Doug had said.

“When it goes on for almost a year that is not an experiment” Kat replied, “That is being in a relationship.”

Gia had apparently demonstrated herself to be bisexual which in Berlin, which was infamous for anything goes, would still have raised eyebrows. In the United States or Russia that would provoke a nasty backlash against her. Gia and Asia had been a couple for months, being as discrete as possible until Gia had been taken into custody by the House of Hohenzollern. When they had been on the lam in France and Canada, Gia and Asia had decided that they would only be able to remain friends. It had been when Kat had retrieved Asia after Gia had been sent on to the convent that she had grilled Asia about what had happened, and Asia had confessed the whole thing to Kat. Asia had still been heartbroken about the end of the relationship and didn’t understand what had happened or why. The two of them had still discussed the men they were attracted to even while in love with each other, which Asia had tried to say over and over meant something and it was just for fun. Kat was left with a difficult situation where she had no idea who else might have known, but she couldn’t risk that information getting out. Gia had no idea that Kat knew about any of it and Kat had been reluctant to speak with Gia about it.

Now it was the early morning hours and Kat had cried herself out and had fallen into an exhausted sleep. Doug was left awake worrying about her. What if next time events really did force her hand? Doug had no doubt that she would do it, what he doubted was that there would be enough left of her to pick up the pieces afterwards.


London, England

Fleming was watching the Director’s cut of the James Bond movie, it was the final scenes of the film. Bond and Andrea had separated from Zhanna in the previous scene with the German paratroopers to lead the Soviet agents away from her, only to watch as the plane that he had thought that they just put her on disintegrate into a ball of fire a few hundred yards away from the runway. The Russian Agents, who had been in retreat cheer at this turn of events. The leader of them who had been the primary villain of the film flips Bond and Andrea a salute, leaving the field with a smile on his face even while Andrea is still shooting at him.

A couple months later Bond is walking down the street in Berlin and knocks on a door. It’s answered by Zhanna who looks at him before running back into the apartment. Andrea takes her place.

“She’s looking well for a dead girl” Bond said sardonically.

Andrea just looked at him through narrowed eyes, clearly displeased to discover him on her doorstep.

“I’ll have you know that your secret is safe with me” Bond says with a smile.

Andrea just scowls and says “Never come back here” before slamming the door in his face.

James Bond walks off down the street whistling.

The camera though doesn’t follow Bond. Instead, it pans into the cluttered apartment where Zhanna in seen drawing in the parlor. Then down the hallway to the kitchen where Andrea is talking with a man whose face the audience can’t see. Instead, they can only see that he’s wearing the uniform of a Luftwaffe Colonel. They are discussing the merits of keeping Commander Bond alive or not and the Colonel hints that there is a wider game that he is playing. Earlier in the film, Andrea had sneered at the idea that there was a mastermind behind Abwehr. Well, there he was. Fleming had wondered if he was going too far by including that in the book and now the film. It was rumored that such a man existed. It was also rumored that J. Edger Hoover, the Head of the America FBI had gotten too close, finding proof of his existence and had died for it. Fleming hoped that the mysterious Oberst von Whatever liked the notoriety he was about to get because Fleming thought that the film had turned out brilliantly.

He lit a cigarette and took a drag only to have it explode in the holder with a loud POP! Fleming looked at the pack in his hand and saw a note stuck into it. Ever think of quitting Ian? Don’t you know smoking is bad for you? The note read. His invisible tormentors had struck one last time and had really outdone themselves. He put the pack of cigarettes aside and poured himself a drink as the credits rolled on the screen of the small theater in the film studio’s offices. He intended to include them in his next book, so he hoped they enjoyed their fun.
 
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Great pair of chapters. Gia would be doomed if her secret came out. This timeline's USA will be less tolerant than OTL's, if that's possible.
I think several people are cruising for surprises from Kat...

On another note, I wouldn't be surprised if some handy armed black is gunned down by the cops, and they announce that the notorious terrorist King is dead. The body, of course, is too messed up--probably burned when his getaway car caught fire--and the cops can present a "success."
 
Gianna highlights one of the serious flaws of a monarchy. There’s so many rules, traditions, and expectations going that someone living in podunkville Canada is almost going to have to go dissociative to reconcile the weird reality of actually being a royal. It’s one thing to marry into royalty as Diana and Kate have done. It’s quite another thing to live your whole life in obscurity, nearly get killed, discover you’re a grand duchess (yay!) who is the most wanted person in the former Soviet Union (oh shit!).

Then you get the hero worship, Kira’s maneuvering, and the whole need to serve as heir. The problem is that the part of being grand duchess is a real factor too so it’s not like she can totally fade away (especially since she’s a dead ringer for Tatiana).

In one sense she’s terribly immature. In another sense, she’s desperate to not be royal. Yet she also enjoys the attention and a side really wants the scandal to wipe away the saintly image she desperately wishes wasn’t there.

Poor Kat doesn’t realize just how loving of a friend (to Nancy) and big sister (to Gia) she truly is, with family taking precedence.
 
Kat's orders are to protect Jehane at any cost. That includes protecting her from herself, which is made difficult by her now living in the Winter/Summer Residences.
It must be a great weight, with everything that kat surprises me that she is not exploited, because in addition to her depressions she has not had any more serious problems, the doctor has helped her keep her mind more or less healthy.
 
If as I think The Romanov Express is a hit, then they are going to have to go with a younger actor then David Niven who is fourty.
I have been trying to think of what other stories Fleming could use for other Bond adventures, one of the problems is that it Fleming wants to keep selling books in the United States them he can't have the American government be the bad guys, but a story using the template of the Augusta Conspiracy in which Bond and Herzog prevents the conspirators from using it to start a war between the United States and Germany might work.
Other stories could have a shadow organization of ex-NKVD agents who are for hire by the highest bidders to create unrest in the world.
 
Part 61, Chapter 867
Chapter Eight Hundred Sixty-Seven


10th November 1950

Rome, Italy

“Do you mind if I call you, Duke, Mister Wayne” Sergio Leone asked.

John wasn’t here in Italy to work. Last year he had come to Italy to work and had an enjoyable time, the film had been an international blockbuster which had also been an enjoyable aspect to it. For the last year he had been working with John Ford to film a nautical adventure on Santa Catalina Island. Once production had wrapped he had come to Italy for a well-deserved vacation. Then this week while he was off doing other things, a script was delivered to his hotel room that was intriguing. Even though he was supposed to be on vacation he’d read through the script in just a few hours. Then with the help of the Hotel’s Concierge he’d gotten the time and location of the cinema playing The Bicycle Thieves. It was definitely very different than the films he’d seen in America. After that he’d arranged to have lunch with the director, who as it turned out was a young and overly enthusiastic man.

“I don’t mind” John replied.

“Well, Duke” Sergio said, “Did you read my script?”

“I found it interesting” John said, “Particularly the aspect that none of the characters seem to have names.”

“That is the brilliant part” Sergio said, “They are instead just aspects of humanity or like forces of nature.”

“Sounds complicated, and you want to film a western here in Italy?”

“Oh, of course not” Sergio replied, “It’s not that complicated and not in Italy, the Spanish desert is perfect.”

“Really” John said, he would need to see it to believe it. “Which role do you have in mind for me?”

“The man in black” Sergio said, “A man driven by an unknown but tragic past and an insatiable thirst for revenge.”

“And he is the villain?”

“No, he is one of the protagonists though.”

That was what intrigued John, it was a unique way of filming a western that Sergio was proposing. Here in Europe they had a very different sensibility. In classic western standoff two men face each other on a dusty street, the entire scene might only last for seconds, according to the script, Sergio wanted to turn it into an epic scene lasting five minutes with dozens of shots. If he could pull that off that vision in the editing room…

Then John Wayne’s vacation to Italy had just been interrupted.


Berlin

Gia had been warned by Kat that this book she was editing was a scandal waiting to happen. Duchess Cecilie’s autobiography was full of material that would have the tabloid press choking on the volume. While Wilhelm the 3rd was a subject that people had avoided talking about for years, Cecilie was of a different opinion. She was going to do to his memory what she was rumored to have wanted to have done to his corpse while he was laying in his casket by sending him off into eternity minus his favorite bits. It was an unhappy marriage, that was no secret. It was the extent of it. Some of the things that Wilhelm had said and done to her were awful. It also dealt with the death of her oldest son in Spain, her opinions of the rest of her children, their spouses and her grandchildren. That included Louis Ferdinand and Kira. Cecilie had felt that Louis Ferdinand was too weak and cerebral to assume the throne while he was still the Crown Prince, at least he married well was her opinion on the matter. She was also worried that Prince Freidrich might be a throwback to Wilhelm the 2nd in a world that had grown too dangerous for that sort of thing.

Getting involved with this was something that Gia had done out of boredom. It also helped that she had been around Princess Alexandrine the entire time. The Princess was the reason that Cecilie wasn’t holding punches. It was Cecilie’s hope that the proceeds from this book would go to her daughter’s care after she would no longer be able to see to it herself.


Paris, France

“Welcome to my home, Bishop Sjostedt” Eveline Notah said as she greeted him at the door. She was the wife of Bidziil Notah who had invited Sjostedt here today.

“It’s just Pastor Sjostedt and I’m not here on business, call me Piers. I say that every time” Sjostedt said as he entered the apartment, it wasn’t quite true that he wasn’t here on business.

“Well, if it’s not the holy man himself, here to grace us with his wisdom” Bidziil said in language of the Diné.

“Coyote can’t have all the fun” Sjostedt replied in the same language.

“Like if a good Lutheran like you believes in Coyote.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that the next time I see him” Sjostedt said, “He seems to find that aspect of me hilarious.”

“He would” Bidziil said with a laugh. It was a game that they had been playing for years. Bidziil was possibly the only full blood Diné in Europe that Sjostedt was aware of. He had joined the US Army to escape the poverty of the Reservation and during the war had been recruited by the French Foreign Legion to fight the Soviet Union. After the war he had settled here in Paris and the EAAA had felt that Sjostedt would be best equipped to help him adjust to civilian life, he flew to Paris every few weeks to check on him. The presence of another Diné warrior who had gone through many of the same things that he was had become a comfort to Bidziil.

Eveline looked at them not understanding a word of it but happy that Bidziil was his better self. It had been a struggle for the two of them as Bidziil had dealt with issues surrounding the lingering effects of traumatic stress. Sjostedt followed them to the dining room where lunch was waiting.

“How was America?” Sjostedt asked, switching to French as they sat down. Bidziil and Eveline had traveled to the United States recently to introduce Eveline to Bidziil’s mother and aunts.

“Tense” Bidziil replied, “Like the air before a thunder storm, never thought I would be happy to get onto the Res but there I was.”

“How was the Res?”

Bidziil just shrugged, “Hot, dusty and impoverished.”

“So, it was the same as it was the last time I was there.”

“Bidziil’s mother was lovely” Eveline said, “His aunts were as well. I’ve never been to such a place, it was like he described but it was beautiful as well.”

That was a relief, if the aunts had rejected Eveline then things might have gotten complicated.

“I’m happy to hear that” Sjostedt said.
 
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Bicycles Thieves directed by Sergio Leone is going to be a much different movie ITTL than OTL.

Roshomon by Akira Kurosawa was released in 1950 IOTL and I can see it as an allegory for Japanese involvement in the Pacific War.

Just saw The Asphalt Jungle on TMC also released in 1950 and I think with the mood of the American people it would be an even darker film then it was IOTL.
I can see.that American movies being made ITTL are either artificially sweet with happy endings being shoe horned in to the plot or darker, more cynical movies being made as the United States grapple with its position in the world.
 
Part 62, Chapter Eight Hundred Sixty-Eight
Chapter Eight Hundred Sixty-Eight

12th November 1950

Berlin

“My daughter is expecting her second at any time” Jacob said.

The Gräfin seemed perturbed that he was talking to her.

“Please, do not give me any unsolicited advice” She said.

“If what Nessa told me about that is true, I’m sure you don’t need any more of it” Jacob said, “I will refrain.”

“Thank you” The Gräfin said.

Jacob had been requested to brief the Empress on the current world security situation. That had required that he meet with the Aide-de-Camp of the Empress first. Gräfin Katherine was doing her best in her role, but it was clear to Jacob that her being nearly six months pregnant was weighing on her abilities. With his wife and daughter, he’d seen how that sapped their strength. The Gräfin was reputed to be a woman of indomitable will, he just hoped that Katherine took her ease before she collapsed. He also saw that her companion, a younger woman, early twenties, raven hair and grey-blue eyes, seemed equally concerned. Something about the shape of the younger woman's face, eyes, cheek bones and chin. Jacob remembered a face similar, except it was a framed by short auburn hair and full of terror as she dangled from Jacob’s arm over the side of the SMS Moltke as he slid across the ice-covered deck.

“You must be Grand Duchess Jehane Alexandra” Jacob said, “I remember your mother from the final voyage of the Moltke.”

She looked at Jacob in surprise.

“She told me that story” Jehane said, “My mother said she almost died the night they boarded the ship except a young German officer saved her life.”

“That is how I got this” Jacob said pointing to an orange ribbon with white stripes on his extensive ribbon bar.

Jehane looked surprised when he said that. “That was you?” she asked, “Wasn’t it?”

Jacob smiled, “Lieutenants eventually become Admirals given a few decades” He said.

“Thank you for doing that” Jehane said, “She said she never got a chance to thank you herself.”

“You’re welcome” Jacob said, “Now find a chair for the Gräfin, Jehane.”

Jehane just smiled at that, “My friends call me Gia.”

“Very well Gia” Jacob said.

“Can we get on with this?” The Gräfin said pensively.

“Best not to keep her waiting” Jacob said as he walked with Gia into the Court of the Empress. “And you had better find that chair.” Gia smiled and walked off with the Gräfin.

It took a few minutes to formally announce him.


Washington D.C.

He had known that it was coming, but when the retaliation came for Clarksdale it was hard swift kick right to the crotch. Truman was getting updates as they arrived at the White House, they spoke of large loss of life and destruction. Bombs made from ammonium-nitrate and fuel oil were not used for precision and they were the same type used in Clarkdale. Two blasts, the first one had been aimed at a building that a radio station/television studio was located in. It had also taken out an entire block of buildings in Charlotte, North Carolina. The second blast had been left to go off a short time later after police and fire fighters had arrived at the scene. And it had.

That stupid sanctimonious jackass might as well have painted a target on his back with that radio show, Truman thought to himself. Billy Graham might not have been overtly bigoted but having ardent segregationists on his show talking about what good Christians they were was blowing a dog whistle that the intended audience heard loud and clear. Unfortunately, those looking for a way to kick back for Clarksdale had heard it as well. Millions of Americans listening to their radios had the signal cutout mid-sentence. A smaller number who had had been watching the corresponding television broadcast had watched for half a second as the façade of the building was blown through the studio before the transmission abruptly ceased.

The situation was a complete clusterfuck. Truman already knew what he would be required to say. “This is a national tragedy” blah, blah, “we will show firm resolve to” blah, blah, “Thoughts and prayers” blah, blah, blah. He knew it by heart having given it too many times already. The thing was that Truman knew who had started these endless rounds of violence. The same two-faced bastards who would be screaming at him to bring an end to the violence behind closed doors by any means necessary, then would go home and talk State’s rights with their constituents. Get elected to office promising to solve the problem you create, the old southern standby. At least the economy was relatively good, and the rest of the country wasn’t as messed up.

Then a memo landed on Truman’s desk describing racial violence that had just flared up in Cleveland, Ohio.


Peenemünde

After all the jokes about cooking the pig, that included recipes, gag restaurant critiques, and newspaper articles about how he had devised the most expensive means of cooking schweinebraten known to man. Werner von Braun was not amused.

The engineers had designed a better capsule, changes to the shape and improved shielding but that was coming a bit late. Werner had been after them for the last two months to get it right this time, if they failed to get that furry little piece of shit back alive he was going to shoot someone. None of the engineers could tell if he was serious but word had gotten around that he’d been seen in his office cleaning his pistol and no one wanted to chance it.
 
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Any timeline where Falwell ends up blown to bits is a good one. Can you get Billy Graham next?
This is really getting bad, when whole city blocks are getting flattened. I wonder if a police station is next? A state legislature in another state? Or someone getting their brains removed by a sniper?

Ninja'd--good riddance to Graham! Rest in pieces!
 
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Truman can use what just happened in Charlotte to go after the KKK by saying that the only way that justice is served is to go after everyone.
In the 50's Billy Graham was trying to thread the needle on civil rights by preaching to integrated audiences but also be did not condemn racism except in very roundabout way.

von Braun has to get a subject back from space alive or else it is going to be unmanned missions the rest of the way.

The Grand Admiral sure has discretion down pat when it comes to women who are expecting.
This was a nice way to bring one of threads of this timeline back to full circle.
 
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