Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Six
23rd August 1938
Putlos
“You really are a screw up” Hauptfeldwebel Preis said, “How the Hell do you get yourself busted this way?”
Kurt had been confined to quarters for the last day as an investigation had been conducted. His posing as the gunner in the Panzer V had gone a little too well. The 8.8cm gun was a revelation, shooting flat out well over a kilometer did that and Kurt had been having one of those rare days when he couldn’t miss. It had been one of the last shots of the day that had been his undoing. He’d hit the target at just over 500 meters while the Panzer V was rolling at nearly full speed. Even though the Panzer was on a road, that shot should have been impossible. Kurt had taken the snap shot turning the target into an expanding cloud of splinters. This had made Spear Preis look good, the Spear had then tried to give Kurt his due just as Kurt was trying to sneak back to where he was supposed to be.
“You managed to make the entire brigade look like saps” Spear Preis said “The Oberst took his sweet old time reaming them over this. It’s just as well you are stuck in here, that lot are seriously pissed about getting shown up by a drudge from a recovery team.”
“Tell them that I’ll be spending a bit of time in the stockade” Kurt said, “Then I’ll be lucky to get assigned to the most disgusting thing the Oberst can think of.”
“You’ll get to tell them yourself” Preis said “I flew a line of horseshit to the brass and you were helped by the fact that your current PC wants you gone. I pulled some strings and got you reassigned.”
“Thank you” Kurt said.
“Don’t” Preis said “I now own your sorry butt and if you even think of pulling this insubordinate shit with me then you’ll wish they’d hung you compared to what I’ll do.”
Wunsdorf-Zossen
The silence in the room would have been preferable compared to how things had been over the past weeks if not for the tension.
“This is not what I came here for” Frau Alscher said to Schultz “You told me that Katherine had this untapped potential but all she wants to do is fight with me and I can’t do this.”
Schultz watched as Kat sat there with a smug, satisfied look on her face. Kat thought she had won and that was exactly as Alscher had said was going to happen.
“Very well, Frau Alscher” Schultz said, “We’ll make arrangements for you to go back to Berlin but not for several hours.”
The look on Kat’s face was of bliss, it was all Schultz could do not to slap her, he might have if he didn’t know what was coming next. Alscher had no intention of going back to Berlin just yet nor of giving up.
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more” Alscher said, an inscrutable look on her face.
“I’m sorry too” Schultz said, “I also regret that you’re going to have to wait until we can arrange for your transit to be secure, if you were on the same train as Kat there might be an unfortunate incident.”
“Wait” Kat said, “Why would I be one the same train?”
“Silence” Schultz said, “I’ve had it up to here with you.” That happened to be the truth, he was tired of this entire episode.
“But why would I be on the same train?” Kat asked again.
“I said silence” Schultz said.
When Alscher had told Schultz and Juan Pujol about this plan Schultz had realized that the prior two weeks had been building towards this very moment. Kat would feel like she had won and then it would all come crashing down around her ears.
“But why…”
“SILENCE!” Schultz yelled in the voice that was a holdover from his days as a noncommissioned officer. Kat was frozen in place.
“We cannot have someone here who has been stripped of credentials” Schultz said, “And with your constant arguing with your instructor you’ve more than proven her point about you not giving her much to work with.”
“What! You can’t…” Kat started to say.
“I can do whatever the Hell I want” Schultz said cutting Kat off.
“Thank you, Herr Schultz for this opportunity, such as it is” Alscher said “I hope next time things work out better.”
With that Frau Alscher got up and walked out of the room. Schultz turned and saw that Kat looked absolutely stricken. Alscher had been clear about this part of the plan he was to do nothing for her.
“You can’t” Kat repeated, clearly on the verge of tears. Schultz knew full well that she was facing nothing less than getting her old life back. An indifferent family and no future.
“You’ve done well before this but if you end up fighting with your instructors, how can we keep you around?” Schultz asked, he knew full well that Beata Alscher had been baiting Kat the whole time but that hardly excused Kat. Her taking the bait showed a deep immaturity on her part. Schultz sighed “Frau Alscher hasn’t left yet, if you can convince her that you can work with her then perhaps something can be arranged.”
With obvious trepidation Kat left the room. Schultz understood that there was a reason why Frau Alscher was as good at her chosen profession as she was. It was about power and control, who had it and who didn’t. The instant Kat reacted badly to Alscher on that first day she lost and Alscher knew it. The rest had been about letting things come to a head and maneuvering Kat into this position.
Kat was having to beg a woman who she passionately hated to take her back if she wanted to keep her position here. And Schultz figured that Frau Alscher was going to make her grovel before changing her mind. It was one of the most grossly manipulative things that Schultz had ever seen. Frau Alscher had said that she wanted to reward Kat, the brief flash of triumph when Kat thought she’d won. Some reward, Schultz didn’t even want to think about what the punishment would look like.