Mark Frost - The Second Objective

Bitter almonds.

Harlan saw the glass vial in Grannit’s hand, and his eyes betrayed him.

“ Sprechen Sie deutsch , Captain ? ” asked Grannit.

Von Leinsdorf helped Bernie up the stairs and set him on a sofa in the front parlor. He locked the door to the cellar and closed the blinds before turning on a light. He laid out an assortment of cold K rations and opened two bottles of ale he’d found in the kitchen. Bernie drank and ate greedily.

“How badly are you hurt?” asked Von Leinsdorf.

“I’m fine,” said Bernie, his voice scratchy and hoarse. “Everything’s working. She never got a piece of me.”

He met Von Leinsdorf’s eyes and didn’t look away, to make sure he was believed. Leinsdorf appeared satisfied. He leaned back in his chair, threw a leg over its arm, and lit a cigarette.

“I lost you in that fog,” he said.

“An American patrol pulled me out of there,” said Bernie, biting into some crackers and cheese. “Tree knocked me on my ass.”

“Never seen pea soup like that before, even in London. At least it let me get our jeep back.” Leinsdorf tapped down a cigarette on the face of his wristwatch and watched Bernie wolf down the rations. “Where’d they take you?”

“Baugnez.”

“You were in Baugnez?”

“Yeah. Just before the tanks got there.”

“That was our main column. Oberstürmbannführer Peiper’s command, the First SS Panzer Division. Die Leibstandarte . You know who they are, Brooklyn?”

“Hitler’s bodyguard.”

“Five thousand men. The most elite regiment in the army. Spearhead of the invasion.”

“Is that why they don’t take prisoners?”

Von Leinsdorf leaned forward. “You saw what happened?”

“Saw it, fuck, we were thrown in with ’em, I nearly got killed.”

“For fuck’s sake, Brooklyn, why didn’t you tell them who you were?”

“I tried. Happened so fast I never got the chance. I saw you outside but couldn’t get your attention. I made it into the woods when they started shooting.”

“So you remembered this place.”

“Regular four-star hotel. How’d you find me?”

“Not because I was looking. I met our Abwehr contact at that café. He said they left the package for us here this morning, so I came to find it. Lucky for you, old boy.”

“So is it here?”

“I was about to take a look when I heard you romping around with your girlfriend. Christ, what a ghastly beast. What was she doing down there?”

Bernie shrugged, trying to deny the memory, but Von Leinsdorf read something on his face.

“You’re not going to tell me she dragged those bodies here for…delicatessen purposes-”

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“Neither do I. But it makes you wonder about that meal she served us the other night-”

“I don’t want to talk about that either.”

“ La spécialité maison : Frau Escher’s secret recipe.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Her husband never joined the army,” said Von Leinsdorf, trying to suppress a laugh. “That must have been him in the display case.”

“It’s not fucking funny,” said Bernie, finishing his ale. “I could have ended up in a sausage.”

“That’s why we’re always rushing through here on our way to France. No one comes to Belgium for the food.” He tried to restrain himself and broke up even harder.

“Shut up!” As the alcohol hit his system, Bernie felt himself give in and slide over into laughter.

“Which explains her interest in poor old Preuss,” said Von Leinsdorf. “That wasn’t lust, it was hunger.”

“There was a lot to love-”

“And she wanted to bring out the ‘wurst’ in him.”

Bernie fell over on the sofa and banged his fists on the table until he rolled onto the floor. Both laughed until they had tears in their eyes.

“Oh shit,” said Von Leinsdorf, drying his eyes.

“Fuck,” said Bernie.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. God damn it.”

“So what do we do now?” asked Bernie when the laughter finally subsided.

“I’m going to find that package,” said Von Leinsdorf, getting to his feet and searching the room.

“You make contact with corps command?”

“No. I talked to some of Peiper’s men. They say Skorzeny and the rest of our brigade’s stuck near the border.”

“What’s holding them up?”

“Logistical problems, across the entire front. We’ve broken through but can’t get troops to the front. Half our divisions are still into Germany.”

“What happened?”

Bernie followed him into the kitchen, where Von Leinsdorf rifled through the cabinets.

“Final shipments of fuel didn’t arrive, so they’re scavenging for gasoline. There’s too much traffic for these country roads and the weather’s turned them to skating rinks. The Americans blew some key bridges as they fell back; others can’t bear the weight of the tanks. Now the roads are so congested the fuel can’t get to the forward positions. Aside from that, everything’s going splendidly.”

“Snafu.”

“Snafu is right. But Americans keep surrendering every time we make contact. Over ten thousand on the first day alone. Entire divisions.”

“That’s why they don’t want prisoners. So they won’t get slowed down. That’s why those prisoners were shot.”

“Maybe.”

“You have any idea how the Americans are going to react when word gets out about that?”

“This is war. Happens all the time.”

“Not to Americans it doesn’t.”

“It’s the nature of the beast. On the Russian front neither side takes prisoners-”

“I got news for you, this isn’t Russia, and your trigger-happy pals in the Waffen -SS can’t go around killing American prisoners with impunity-”

“Take it easy, Brooklyn-”

“Take it easy? You know what this does to our chances if we’re captured in these uniforms? If there was ever any doubt about a firing squad, forget it. We’re in deep fucking water, both sides are shooting at us, we’ve lost half our squad-”

Von Leinsdorf moved into the workroom behind the kitchen and kept looking.

“The first thing they teach you in the military: Plans are only useful until the moment you meet the enemy.”

“Here’s a plan: Why don’t we head back to Germany? I’m serious. If our brigade’s not even across the border yet, what the fuck are we doing? Let’s ditch these uniforms and get out of here.”

“You’re talking about desertion.”

“That’s just a word. It doesn’t mean anything. Nothing means anything out here, it’s just fucking chaos, and from what I’ve seen all it does is make people crazy. We’re not going back to that bridge, are we?”

“No.”

“Well, I don’t see any point in getting killed for nothing, do you?”

“It wouldn’t be for nothing, Brooklyn,” said Von Leinsdorf. “You’re forgetting. We have a second objective.”

Bernie’s heart thudded in his chest. Von Leinsdorf opened the cabinet where the woman hid her radio, reached to the back, fished around, and lifted out a large envelope. He opened it and looked inside.

“And now that we have these, we can get on with it.”

“Why? What’s in there?”

Von Leinsdorf showed Bernie four high-level U.S. Army security passes for Supreme Allied Headquarters.

“What did we need ’em for?” asked Bernie. “You already gave us one of these before we came over the line.”

“There was a mistake in the printing,” said Von Leinsdorf. “Our document team misspelled a word, but it wasn’t discovered in time. These are the corrected versions. We can’t use the old ones.”

“Use them for what? Why are we even talking about this? Let’s get the hell out of here.”