Part 17, Chapter 172
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Two


3rd January 1939

Hohenasperg Prison

The flight between Berlin and Stuttgart had been uneventful. If you considered being abducted and essentially threatened with death uneventful.

It was a classic play used by cops around the world, one John was kicking himself for falling for. The last few years of relative anonymity in Berlin must have made him forgetful. Two of them came in the front, looking like they had come from central casting, Thug 1 and Thug 2 enter front door of the nightclub in the morning just as John was supervising the preparations for that night. John had taken one look at them, Thug 1 had the cold eyes of a real killer and Thug 2 looked unhinged, and headed straight for the back door. John had found to his dismay that Thugs 3,4 and 5 were waiting for him in the alley.

Thug 5 seemed to be the leader, typical German of sorts, rotund, bullet shaped head under a bowler hat and wearing a black suit of the shade that didn’t show all the little stains. Not the sort one would choose to mess with. His companions, 3 and 4, were cut from the same cloth except one was tall and thin, the other short.

“The Admiral has need of your services” Thug 5 said once they’d pinned John to the wall.

“You have no right to do this” John said indignantly.

“You John Ellis?” Thug 4 asked.

“Yes” John replied.

“Bullshit” Thug 5 said “That’s not your name and that gives us all the reason in the world to drag your sorry ass in.”

“Are you the Police?” John asked, “If so I’m sure an arrangement could be made.”

“We’re not the Police” Thug 3 said “And you’d better be happy we aren’t.” Totally ignoring John’s hinting at a bribe.

“Just why is that?”

“Because of the fact that the Federal Police would have to contact the US Embassy if they arrested you” Thug 5 said “And J. Edger Hoover really wants a word with you. We’re a more pragmatic outfit that would like to save the Amis the cost of the bill that would come frying you in the electric chair.”

Shit, John thought, someone had found out who he was.

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That was how John had found himself sitting in the back of the car that drove him to Tempelhof where a large four engine airplane painted in KLM Fleet colors was parked on the tarmac. John had only seen something like this in magazines.

“There really is an Admiral?” John asked.

“Shut up” Thug 3 said sharply.

They frog marched John up the ramp at the back of the airplane. It was actually a part of the plane itself, something really. There were men who were obviously crew of the airplane, others who must be part of the Admiral’s staff.

“Sorry if my men were rough with you Herr Dillinger” The Admiral said, “But we were uncertain if you would accept our invitation of your own accord.”

As soon as John saw the Admiral’s face he knew he was in deep shit. Or at least things had gotten even worse. The family resemblance was instantly apparent and there was a lot of gold on the sleeves and epaulettes of his uniform. There was also a rather impressive array of medals on his chest. Sarah had said that her father was a Captain in the German Navy, this was a lot more than that.

“I want to let you know Sir that I never once even though of taking advantage of your daughter” John said, “She is a big draw, my bread and butter is keeping people like her happy.”

“If I thought you had this conversation would have happened earlier, been a lot less pleasant and you would have gone out the door somewhere over the North Sea” Jacob said matter of fact.

John heard Thug 5 loudly crack his knuckles.

“Enough of that Schultz” Jacob said, “He’s already in the proper state of mind.”

“Yes, Sir” Schultz said.

“Now I’m offering you a choice Herr Dillinger” Jacob said, “Employment or extradition?”

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It was a dungeon of a cell, barely long enough to lay down in, a bucket, a straw pallet and a couple of thin blankets were all that was inside. A man had lived this way for years and had eventually escaped?

“What is your opinion of this Herr Dillinger?” Jacob asked.

“I thought that this sort of thing went out with the Middle Ages.”

John heard Schultz and his two buddies, Weise and Schaffer out in the hallway. They found something about that funny. John had seen the bolt sheared off in the wall. That was the sort of thing that someone did when they had months to devote to a single problem.

“When you got to San Francisco what were your priorities?” Jacob asked.

“A gun, cash and a car in that order” John said, “After that it was getting as far from there as fast as I could.”

“What if I told you that the man who escaped from here in believed to have no interest in running this time” Jacob said.

“Then I’d say that you have a whole lot of trouble on your hands.”

At that moment, the man in the next cell started yelling. It was clear the man was incoherent and probably insane. Schultz started muttering curses under his breath.

“How is Stoltz still alive, Sir?” Schultz asked Jacob, “If the Heer finds out about this they are going to be pissed.”

The man in next cell had somehow pissed off the entire German Army? What had the man formally imprisoned in this cell done that could draw the attention of an Admiral and a German military outfit that behaved more like a mob crew merely by escaping?


Bad Zwischenahn Airfield/Seaplane mooring, Lower Saxony, Germany

It was perfect for Sauvageot. This was the last place that they would think to look for him and exactly what he needed was here. This was the airfield where many of the Luftwaffe’s Do-19 bombers where based. When he first saw the big airplanes, he wondered if France had ever gotten their act together and built something similar. Then he realized the entire reason for his presence was so that he could do the sort of things that no one in France seemed to have the balls to do anymore. Gaining access to the airfield had proved absurdly easy, the depot he was currently in had proven a bit more difficult. The quartermaster who had proven inconvenient was rapidly cooling near the bay doors, he wouldn’t be found for a while.

Sauvageot looked at the clip board that showed where in this cavernous building what he was looking for was. Then he found it, crates with warning placards on them. Trialen 105 and a whole lot of it. He smiled, things were looking up.
 
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Part 17, Chapter 173
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Three


1st February 1939

Berlin

Kat was looking at the wire feed as the story came in. It seemed like the whole world was going mad. The war in China was escalating. More stories were talking about a large loss of life in China as the Japanese were bombing cities. The British Empire had lodged a formal protest of this policy with the Japanese Government and with the primary supplier of the Japanese, the United States. It was being debated in the Reichstag as to whether or not to begin the evacuation of Tsingtao. The war of words with the Soviet Union showed no signs of abating. The Frenchman who had escaped from the prison in Stuttgart was still at large, rumors were swirling as to where he was or even if he was still in Germany.

Kat had taken a renewed interest in school and was taking advantage of the class in typing that was being offered. Maria had encouraged her to do this, Kat was profoundly grateful. For the first time in her life she felt like there people around who genuinely cared.

Kat ran across a photograph of a social event at the Hohenzollern Palace that immediately soured her mood. She had not heard from Helene or Gerta in months. There Helene was evidently enjoying herself. Was really them or was is Kat herself? Why couldn’t Kat get past the poison that Alscher had spread?


The Bramwald, Lower Saxony

Thorwald was looking through the scope of his rifle, searching for movement in the shack. They had been sorting through reports of Sauvageot some creditable, most not, for weeks. The killing of a quartermaster, the theft of the lorry and the disappearance of almost two thousand kilograms of explosives, a potent mixture of TNT, RDX and aluminum oxide seemed like something that Sauvageot would do. When their investigation had led them here to this isolated shack in the Bramwald. Schultz had ordered Thorwald and Jonas to scout it out. Schultz was hoping that Thorwald could fire one shot and end this forever. From the looks of things, they weren’t going to have much luck. The lorry was there but there were no signs of life within the shack, not for the last several hours.

“Think we should give him another hour to show his face?” Thorwald muttered to Jonas who was watching the shack through a powerful telescope.

“Feels like there’s no one home” Jonas said before falling silent. Thorwald suspected that the Jäger had just used up his quota of words for the day.

“Schultz is not going to be happy about this turn of events” Thorwald said. Jonas just nodded.

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Fritz Schaffer was moving slowing through the forest, as good as he was, he had to admit that Thorwald and Jonas were better. The two of them moved with wrath-like silence. Schaffer being saddled with Martzel felt like he might as well be leading a marching band as they approached the shack. Weise had hung back in case his expertise with needed. If Sauvageot had left a surprise it only took a small portion of the stolen explosives to ruin their day.

With extreme caution, they approached the door. Schaller knew better than to kick it in. Even touching the handle might cause the whole thing to go boom. After several minutes of searching they couldn’t find any obvious way that the door was rigged so Weise jimmied the lock rather taking the risk of turning the knob. They let the door swing open not pushing it. After holding there holding his breath for a moment that seemed to stretch on for an eternity Schaffer entered the shack. While he saw no traps, what was on the walls was disturbing enough.

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When Schultz entered the shack, he saw what Schaffer had been going on about. It seemed that at some time during his imprisonment Sauvageot had switched from wanting to get revenge on Jacob Schmidt to getting revenge on the German Empire collectively.

Torn from magazines were photographs of monuments throughout Germany with the majority located in Berlin. There were several photographs of the Hohenzollern Palace and one of Wilhelm III with several bullet holes through it.


In transit, outskirts of Berlin

Sauvageot was driving the second lorry he’d boosted. He figured that the one he had acquired at the Airfield would have grown way too hot. So, he’d done the back breaking work of shifting the explosives. It was worth it if it allowed him to reach the target undetected. He hoped that the Germans were big fans of decapitation. Because that was exactly what they were going to get.

Sauvageot figured that it would be Jacob Schmidt and his attack dog Johan Schultz who were again leading the charge against him. By the time they figured out what he was really doing it would be too late, the deed would be done, he’d be gone and he could retire to someplace warm, like the Virgin Islands. It would be nice not to have to think about Berlin, the asshole of Europe, ever again.
 
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If he thinks after a decapitation strike, he would be able to retire comfortably....he's truly lost his mind
So it turns out keeping people in isolation for years may have a tiny impact on their mental status.

Next time, just shoot the shites and bury 'em.
 
This is getting even better. If the attack happens at the wrong time, it could set off a LOT of badness!
 
Dont you guys think its bad enough if the French gets the blame?

While it certainly isn't out of the question that France could get the blame, unless Sauvegot is waving a tricolour, and shouting "Vive la France" as he flees the scene, I don't see France getting blamed. We haven't seen a lot of the international situation, but France was in some sort of mutually beneficial trade agreement with Germany last we knew. So, they would stand to lose much more than they would gain.
 
While it certainly isn't out of the question that France could get the blame, unless Sauvegot is waving a tricolour, and shouting "Vive la France" as he flees the scene, I don't see France getting blamed. We haven't seen a lot of the international situation, but France was in some sort of mutually beneficial trade agreement with Germany last we knew. So, they would stand to lose much more than they would gain.
Oh Yes, it would be stupid, but if he gets caught, he is a French agent. Not a communist
 
While it certainly isn't out of the question that France could get the blame, unless Sauvegot is waving a tricolour, and shouting "Vive la France" as he flees the scene, I don't see France getting blamed. We haven't seen a lot of the international situation, but France was in some sort of mutually beneficial trade agreement with Germany last we knew. So, they would stand to lose much more than they would gain.

Even if he does something like that, the German authorities know that it's s single deranged person, so preventing it from becoming an international incident shouldn't be hard--if they want to keep relations with France good.
 
Even if he does something like that, the German authorities know that it's s single deranged person, so preventing it from becoming an international incident shouldn't be hard--if they want to keep relations with France good.
Indeed, the German authorities just admit they had him locked up for ages, before letting him escape.
Would not be the first media debate spiralling out of control
 
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