This might be the last post for a couple of weeks due to me having to work away in the desert for two weeks at a time. Hopefully there is Internet where im going. I'll have plenty of time however to do some writing. Adios!
Some one did know if it. Schneider would have never known but someone inside the organization heard it all. He entered the aid station a couple of hours later. Surprisingly, Piper had not yet been operated on. Instead, heavy bandages covered his decimated knee. He was heavily sedated. Even more surprisingly was the absence of a doctor, nurse or guard, given the nature of his crime. Then again, he wasnt going anywhere, not with a ruined knee. Piper rolled his head to his left and his vision was blurred as he tried to look at who was approaching him. Who are you? he asked groggily. You know who I am Joachim, look a little harder Joachims vision strained through the fog but he eventually saw who it was. A surprised look came over him. Why
why are you here?
The man looked down at Piper. You know why
you have said too much. You have given them a reason to dig deeper. I will be found out, other people will be found out. That cannot happen Joachim. I am sorry, but I thought you were a man of integrity, a person we could trust. You have put people at risk There was no sincerity in his apology given what he was about to do. Piper was too weak to resist, the drugs impacting his mobility and his ability to speak properly. The man produced a syringe, prepped it and grabbed Pipers arm, which jittered feebly in protest. The other arm could barely raise up to fend off the needle. The needle was pushed into a vein and the contents squeezed into his system. He pocketed the syringe and stared at Piper, who begun to die slowly. Without a further thought, he turned from the room, checked each way of the passage to see if anyone was approaching, and left as if it never happened
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The damage seemed a lot worse to Major Frank Lopez than when he was forced to evacuate Marseille. The grand city center looked like the end result of the Apocalypse. Shattered buildings dominated the skyline, with walls blasted away revealing chaotic scenes of carnage inside. Some structures had been blown literally in half. The rubble filled the streets, making passage for vehicles precarious. The crews of the Leopards and the infantry support often had to call in engineers to clear main thoroughfares of large blocks of concrete, brick and steel that halted progress. It seemed that with each clearing, a score of bodies, dead French servicemen and civilians, were removed from the mess. These unfortunates were carried to the city cemetery which itself did not escape damage. In a macabre and ghoulish sight, the dead had seemingly burst through the damp soil. Their final resting places had been splintered and their tombstones shattered. Bones lay everywhere; even in this instance, the old saying that the dead were the only ones free from war did not apply. The graves register of the army set about returning as much of the dead to the ground and buried what they could of the casualties of war.
Lopez stepped over rubble that littered what had been the pretty pedestrian way that ran by the old postal office in which Lopez had used as a command post. The flowerbeds and potted plants that were a feature had become no more. Lampposts lay twisted and contorted and the crazy paving had been ripped up from the shells. Trees were either blasted straight out of the ground or had been blown in half from direct hits. As for the mail office, there was not much to it; just a giant pile of rubble after the explosives went off. Lopez thought he was hearing things but he could hear muffled moans from under the rubble. Curious, he went to investigate. To his surprise and amazement, there was a man half buried a little distance from the building. A large timber beam pinned his legs down, as did concrete slabs that pinned him by the pelvic region that was no doubt broken. Medic! cried Lopez. Ive got someone here! Help me get this crap of him It didnt matter to him that it was a British soldier, he was a human being that needed help. Several men used all their strength to haul the bulky timber beam off his legs. A cry of pain went out from the injured soldier. A medic rushed straight up. Be careful when you lift the slab. The pressure release could kill him. Slowly lift it off and we will stabilize him They did as they were told, gently easing the slab off a fraction at a time. The muscles in their lower backs and upper torso strained at the effort and began to protest. With the utmost delicacy, the medical personnel eased the injured Brit away from the mess and carried him off to a field ambulance. The concrete slabs were dropped back down with a thud, throwing dust upwards.
Bastards, total bastards Lopez muttered furiously. Spaniards, Brits, their all bastards. Whats the goddamned point? All they have done is just wreck the goddamned place He threw his helmet onto the ground and swung at it with his left foot, sending it scuttling across the rubble. Fatigue suddenly hit the Major as the adrenaline of the last day that had kept him going dissipated. He took a seat on a piece of concrete and put his hands through his hair. He paid no attention to the sound of combat boots that came towards him. Major Lopez sir? queried a soldier. Lopez looked up and stared into the green eyes of the German soldier. Yeh, thats me private he replied as he eased himself up. Colonel Lindemann requests your presence at command, Im under orders to guide you there The German offered a gentle smile that suddenly reminded the 45 year old of the son he had not seen in the last five years since his estranged wife took him away. Say private, how old are you? The German replied hesitantly Ah, I have just turned 18 sir Lopez did not reply but instead offered a weary smile, thinking to himself at how such young and upstanding men found themselves in such hellish situations. This was no place for teenagers. As a matter of fact it was not a place for anyone. Ok private, show us the way. There better be a cold Bud back there he said, grinning. Not quite sure at what the burly American had said, he begun to lead him back to a building that had been spared. It turned out to be a hotel. In fact, it was the Hotel Ritz. Damn cheeky sod, trust him to take up a place like this. Bet his soldiers have got some dumpy houses out the way though Lopez to himself.
The private passed through several security points before knocking on the door of what turned out to be the management offices. Honestly Colonel, I think you can do a little better than this said Lopez with a tongue planted firmly in cheek. The office looked like it had been left in a hurry but was still serviceable. His staff went about their duties as Lopez took a seat in front of the German. Major he said simply. If you are referring to the executive suites, I am afraid that there would have been a mutiny on my hands if the brass took it up. Besides, I detest extravagance. The ordinary suites will suit my officers fine Lopez smiled congenially. I like your style Colonel. Say, there would be a chance of a cold beer at all?
Name your poison Major
A Budweiser would do me fine.
The Colonel offered a mock disgusted look. I should not have expected anything more. Just like you Americans what with your steak and chips and inferior beer
Lopez shrugged innocently. What can I say Colonel. I detest extravagance The Colonel offered a wry grin, further endearing himself to Lopez. Lopez spoke first. Say Colonel, its been on my mind since we linked up
but what was with the secrecy order you gave back out there Lopez leaned forward in his seat. Lindemann did not answer at first, his mind weighing up whether to tell Lopez why. Well, I really should not be saying anything about such issues that affect international relations between two nations started the Colonel but due to your co-operation I think you deserve an answer The Colonel stood up and walked around the room. Relations between France and Germany are rather frosty to say the least. Certain
deals
if you may, were created between our nation that not everyone is in the loop on.
Certain people?
Ah, yes, namely Prime Minister Wilhelm. He does not know of the deals struck with the senior members of the French government. Now, our action against Brittian is not so secret as we currently are engaged in hostilities against them. Unfortunately an expeditionary force we sent to northern Scotland has been trapped there after the naval support was eliminated. Our presence here is to at least detract from their plight and engage the Brits elsewhere that may draw their resources away from our men. Our co-operation with French authorities is secret therefore absolute secrecy must be maintained on all sides. I wont tell you the details of Germanys deals, its a need to know basis but if the word got out, there will be hell to pay.
Lopez simply nodded. His straight face belied a fascination at the murky politics going on. A game of high stakes. Why the subterfuge? Colonel Lindemann again weighed up whether to reveal the facts. He decided to trust him again. Simply the reason why you and your men risked your lives in a futile resistance. The Spaniards
What? To help us push back the Spaniards? Why should you be concerned about what happens over there? probed the American. Two reasons. The first is a matter concerning national security that I will not allude to. Secondly, Spain is out of control and they are after uranium, which they now have control of and aluminum. They have nuclear reactor parts and they want nuclear weapons. Should they build them then god help us all. That there ties in with the whole France/Germany subterfuge. Wilhelm is unwilling to declare war on Spain for reasons best known to himself. If we cant go at Spain then we must do what we can to help others thwart them
Right
so France just happens to be the pawn in all this. Convenient. Get someone else to dirty their hands then. There is always something rotten going on in German politics. It makes me think that your people want to corner the uranium supply Lopez voice belied a trace of sarcasm. Lindemann ignored his inference. I make no apologies if France appears to been used as a pawn here Major, thats not my business. As for your thoughts, we are not in the business of controlling uranium reserves, though we do hold the leases to all oil supplies. Simply, we are in the business of insuring that a maniac like Alphonso does not unleash a nuclear holocaust on you, Germany, Italy or any of its enemies. No one else is in that position to resist it. Your catastrophic defeats, hardly your fault, have proved that
Lopez leaned back in his chair I see. So Germany is playing an European version of America. Fair enough, Russia is too much of a basket case to do anything. They are in constant civil strife thats ruined them. Now that we
err, you have pushed the British back, what happens now?
This poor city is handed back to France and will not be occupied stated the Colonel. Lopez looked surprised. Really? That to me seems to have never happened in Europe. Lindemann nodded.Yes, thats true. If it were actual hostilities between two nations and our troops captured a city of theres, then there is no hand back. Yet this is not a British city, it belongs to France.
What would Wilhelm and his cronies say?
Nothing I suppose, when it is reported to him that the city is uninhabitable. In any case, our troops will remain here for the foreseeable future, more as a forward base to respond to any Spanish aggression, as soon as the roads are repaired, a rail link established and an airport constructed. The airborne will be dropping around this region to set up forward observation to monitor movements
Do you think youll have to fight the Spaniards? asked Lopez. I do believe it is inevitable Lindemann replied simply. As for France and Spain, our agents will be trying to broker some sort of peace deal. Alphonso has been a little receptive to dialogue lately.
Lopez got up and grabbed his beer. Well colonel, whilst you got tanks, your going to have a terrible fight against those scumbags. They dont play fair. Best of luck Colonel, you sure did save our asses back there . Lopez shook the beefy hand that was offered him. Thank you Major. What are your immediate plans? Lopez grinned. The most important thing. Finish this beer, and then go find another one