The Bremerhaven Drydocks were abuzz with activity. Workers were rushing to add the finishing touches to a newly refurbished aircraft carrier. Destined to be the new heart of the German navy, it was going to be ceremonially rechristened as the DNS Joseph, in honor of the last Archduke of Austria and the father of the great Kaiserin Claudia. The press had already gathered in the entrance, ready to take photos of Claudia as she arrived, while naval commanders exchanged words with shipyard foreman about the final touches to the mighty vessel. No one noticed two women on the opposite end of the drydocks, a slight blonde and a fiery redhead, the former with a suspicious sack over her shoulder.
"Karla, I thought we were planting the bomb up there," the blonde asked, gesturing towards the entrance and the gathered crowd.
"No Gertrude, the plan is much simpler, and much safer," the redhead replied with a wicked smile. "This ship is the bigger prize today."
"Not to question your wisdom," Gertrude began cautiously. "But wouldn't our cause be better served by placing the bomb in the crowd? That's what the mistress wanted, wasn't it?"
"Gertrude," Karla said, placing both hands on her shoulders. "You and I both know she is slipping. The Mistress has let her fear control her when she should have been out fighting long ago. Simply murdering the whore masquerading as a Kaiserin will not be enough. We need to wound German pride as well, and what better way to do that then by crippling the ship named after the deceased pig that led them a few years ago?"
"But how will one bomb be enough to sink this?" Gertrude asked, waving her arms to encompass the entire ship.
"Simple. You see the unfinished portholes on the side? It is an easy throw from here, and when the bomb goes off during the ceremony, their precious carrier will sink to the bottom of the North Sea!"
Gertrude stared at her in disbelief. "Are you sure the bomb will do that much damage?"
"Of course it will, packed the explosives myself. So long as the timer you set up worked okay, that bomb will go off in the middle of the ceremony. Then when the chaos sets in, I approach the Kaiserin with a 9mm..."
"Uh, about the timer..." Gertrude muttered.
"What about the timer?" the redhead said severely.
"Uh, I MAY have skipped on arming it just yet," she said apologetically. "There was a lot of traffic, and I was afraid we would get here too slowly..."
"Then arm the damn thing!" Karla hissed at her, making the poor blonde girl jump. With shaking hands, she dropped the package on the ground and began attaching the wires and leads to the copious amount of dynamite packed in. "Set it for an hour," Karla ordered. "The whore and her ministers love to hear themselves talk, so that should be plenty of time."
"And...done!" Gertrude announced happily, punching in the correct time with a flourish. Removing it from the bag to admire her handiwork, she frowned slightly.
"Karla," Gertrude said nervously. "The time just jumped to sixty hours..."
"What?" Karla demanded. "Give me that thing!" She snatched the bomb away and stared angrily at the timer.
60:00....80:00...L0:00...90:00
"L-0?" Karla said to herself. "That's not a number. Gertrude what did you..."
Karla's heart leaped into her throat faster than a Springheel Jack. With trembling hands, she turned the bomb upside down and read again.
00:05...00:04...00:03...
Karla looked up slowly. Gertrude had already begun running for her life towards the other end of the drydock. Karla bared her teeth in fury, the ticking timer still being gripped by her slender white fingers.
00:02...00:01...
"GERTRUDE, YOU LITTLE BI-"
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"What the hell is going on?" Claudia exclaimed as she stepped out of the limousine. She was used to meeting hostile crowds before, but this one seemed to be snubbing her. Apparently something far more interesting was going on at the opposite end of the dry dock.
"Police sirens," Thorsten observed as the familiar wailing began to sound. "Must have been some sort of accident. Think it was serious?"
"If it's this distracting it has to be," Claudia reasoned, more than a little miffed that her grand entrance was ignored. She moved into the crowd, and despite the pleas of her entourage began shoving her way towards the front. She ignored the gawks she got from the crowd and soon found herself at the front, where policemen and soldiers were keeping the crowd at bay.
"Get back people, the police need their space to find out what happened!" a soldier ordered the crowd, shoving back a reporter who tried to stick a microphone up his nose.
"Pardon me," Claudia asked, tapping him on the shoulder. "Can you tell me what exactly is going on?"
"Sorry ma'am, I can't give the press any-"
The soldier was cut off by his recognition of the speaker. "Kaiserin Claudia?" he asked incredulously.
"More or less," she said, pushed in every direction by oblivious newsmen. "I get the feeling I'm not the most interesting thing going on-"
It was now Claudia's turn to pause, as she also recognized her conversation partner, more by his gentle blue eyes than by the medal on his chest.
"Hans! " Claudia remarked, momentarily distracted. "I didn't expect to see you here!"
Hans Nørup gave a slight start. "You remember me?"
"Of course," Claudia said, blissfully unaware of how flirty she was sounding. "You're very hard to forget, Mr. Nørup."
Hans turned slightly red in spite of himself. "So..you want to be let through, right?"
"Oh yes, of course!" Claudia sputtered, snapping back to reality. Hans moved slightly to let her through to the other end, prompting a barrage of questions and camera flashes from the press as they spotted her. Hans ordered a cop to take his place in the line and escorted her to the scene. Moments later, Thorsten emerged from the press line and joined the two of them.
"So what exactly is going on?" Claudia said, craning her neck to get a better look at the scene.
"Don't really know yet," Hans said. "But they are pretty sure someone may have set off a bomb."
Claudia felt a chill that had nothing to do with the autumn cold. "Any idea who?"
"Not yet, but they may have a witness," Hans said, pointing to a blonde woman sitting near a police car, being consoled by a couple of policemen. Hans tried to continue, but the three of them were suddenly approached by the police detective in charge of the scene, an overweight man with an impressively elaborate mustache.
"Kaiserin," he grumbled, bowing slightly out of respect. "My name is Inspector Voight. I presume you want to know exactly what has interrupted your ship ceremony."
"Uh, sure," Claudia said, caught off guard by his official-sounding tone. "Nørup here said you have a witness?"
"Most likely an accomplice who helped set up the bomb," Voight reasoned. "The other bomber is in no fit state to answer questions."
"Is he or she dead?" Thorsten demanded.
"Oh yes," Voight said fervently. "In the words of my younger companions, the other suspect currently has the consistency of a fine strawberry jam."
Claudia regretted having toast that morning, but soldiered on. "Uh, anything else?"
"Well, unless the bomber had a particularly strong distaste for concrete, it seems this wasn't the intended target," the chief inspector concluded. "Considering the most likely target was yourself, it seems you dodged a bullet, Kaiserin."
"Or a bomb," Hans added. Claudia raised an eyebrow at him, and the Unteroffizier grimaced apologetically.
"Either way, it's best if the Kaiserin is not out in public right now," Thorsten concluded. "If you find anything else Inspector, let us know."
"Of course, of course," the inspector said. Bowing again, he turned to speak to another policemen.
"Well, this didn't turn out the way I had hoped," Claudia said sadly. "Shame, I was looking forward to this..."
"I'm sure you could reschedule," Hans suggested. "From what I heard, the carrier was entirely unscathed."
"We'll figure out the semantics of the raid date later," Thorsten interjected. "Right now, we need to get the Kaiserin back to the palace."
"Oh, right. Nice seeing you Hans!" Claudia said sounding a little disappointed in her hasty goodbye. She started to head back to the entrance before stopping suddenly.
"Thorsten," Claudia said, a devious grin on her face. "Do you think I will need extra protection until this incident is sorted out?"
"Well, I think the usual guards will be enough," Thorsten responded, looking suspiciously at Hans. "But if you want extra protection, that's manageable. I'll just contact the reserves and see who we can-"
"Thorsten, didn't you say you wanted a Meteor in the royal guards?" Claudia reminded him.
"We already have one, but it doesn't have a trained pilot-"
"Problem solved!" Claudia exclaimed. She stepped over to Hans and grabbed his arm a little too eagerly. "I'd like Unteroffizier Nørup to be in my guard for the time being."
Thorsten and Hans were equally shocked, but only the latter of the two was turning red. "Somewhat sudden," Thorsten remarked. "But you are the Kaiserin, so reassigning him to your guard is easily within your power. Granted it would be easier to just train a new guy..."
"Perfect!" Claudia interrupted. With a new spring in her step, Claudia led to drag a bewildered Hans through the crowd again followed closely by Thorsten, amidst a new battery of questions from the press.
"I'm still a little confused as to what is going on." Hans exclaimed as a reporter snapped a photo of his reddening face.
"Frankly, so am I," Thorsten quietly admitted. "Clearly she sees something in you, Mr. Nørup. Not going to argue with her about that."
"I would..." Hans muttered.