“I know you’re awake,” a voice said. It was so atonal that Gudrun wasn’t sure if it was male or female. “You may as well open your eyes.”
Gudrun hesitated, then did as she was told. She was lying on a makeshift bed – really, nothing more than a handful of blankets – in a small metal room. The room was shaking, a faint thrumming noise echoing through the walls. In her dazed state, it took her a moment to realise that she was actually in the back of a van. She wasn’t just a prisoner, she was being taken somewhere…
She sat upright, despite the pain, and looked down at herself. Someone had removed her shirt and trousers, leaving her in her underwear; there were unpleasant-looking red marks on her wrists, reminding her of the time she’d been handcuffed and arrested during the first real protest. And yet, she wasn’t cuffed now… she swung her legs over the side of the bed, only to fall backwards when her head started to spin. Her legs felt far too wobbly to be real .
“I really would stay lying down,” the voice said. “You were drugged and it hasn’t quite worked its way out of your system.”
Gudrun twisted her head, looking for the speaker. A man – no, she realised dully, a woman – was sitting next to her, wearing a rumpled uniform. There was something odd about her, something that nagged at the back of her mind. And yet, no matter how she tried, she couldn’t place it.
Her throat felt dry, but she managed to speak. “Who are you?”
The woman shrugged. “For the moment, I am your captor,” she said. “You’re heading east.”
Gudrun hesitated, then threw a desperate punch at the woman. The woman caught Gudrun’s hand effortlessly and yanked her forward, sending her sprawling to the deck. Before she could move, she was rolled over and a booted foot placed against her throat, ready to crush her neck. She froze, wondering helplessly if she was about to die. She’d never been thrown around so easily, even when Kurt had roughhoused with her as a child…
“Let me explain a few things to you,” the woman said. “You are a prisoner. You are no match for me or any of your other guards. Even if you did manage to get out, where would you go?”
Her eyes hardened. “You can sit here in reasonable comfort,” she added, “or I can chain you to the wall. Which one is it to be?”
Gudrun tried to meet her eyes, but she couldn’t. There was something about her captor, she saw now, that scared her to the bone. This was a woman who had all of the human weaknesses burned out of her… the commando her father had suspected, perhaps. And she’d thrown Gudrun around with ease.
And if I’m not chained up , she thought, there might be a chance to escape .
“I’ll sit here,” he said.
The woman nodded, unsurprised. “Enjoy the ride,” she said, as she helped Gudrun to her feet. “What comes after is going to be terrible.”
Gudrun shivered. She knew the woman was right.
Germanica, Germany East
28 October 1985
Karl Holliston sat in his office, reading the latest reports. The enemy trap had slammed closed, catching a number of units he could ill afford to spare, but the most powerful and capable of his divisions had managed to escape. He honestly didn’t know if he should give Oberstgruppenfuehrer Alfred Ruengeler a promotion – in hindsight, it was clear that he’d made a mistake – or execute him for disobeying orders. Discipline had to be maintained, true, but he’d placed Ruengeler in an impossible position.
He put the report down and leaned back in his chair, thinking hard. Berlin remained in enemy hands, while the enemy had enough firepower in place to deter another stab westwards. That much was beyond dispute, even if the Americans continued to remain out of the fighting. They’d intervened covertly already – and that had been costly – but open interference would be outright disastrous. He could hope that the Reich’s population would recoil in horror at any dealings with the Americans, yet he had to admit it wasn’t certain. He had few qualms about slaughtering any number of traitors – and anyone who refused to join him was a traitor by definition – but it hadn’t played well on the international stage.
And if the traitors think they’re going to be slaughtered , he thought, they won’t surrender .
It wasn’t a pleasant thought. He’d hoped to win the war quickly, before the first snowfall began, but he’d failed. The traitors were still firmly in control of Germany Prime, while his own forces had been badly weakened in the fighting. Replacing the men he’d lost would take years, years he didn’t have. Even the news from the commando team – that Gudrun Wieland had been captured and was on her way to Germanica – wasn’t enough to make him feel better.
I can make her suffer , he thought. And I will. But it won’t be enough to stop them from launching a counterattack .
He snorted at the thought. Generations of experience with insurgencies had taught the Reich that allowing the insurgents to try to use Germans as human shields would only encourage such behaviour. He had no doubt that threatening Gudrun’s life wouldn’t be enough to stop the traitors from launching their invasion, when the time came. Her family might take it badly, but they weren’t calling the shots. His spy in Berlin had made it clear that the provisional government intended to continue the war. In spring, when the winter had finally departed, the panzers would head east.
The odds weren’t on his side, he admitted, although it was something he would never admit in public. His forces had taken a beating, losing far too many panzers and support aircraft for his peace of mind, while the traitors had vast numbers of untouched weapons under their command. They’d probably have control of the skies too, thanks to their American allies; they’d certainly be able to deny the skies to his aircraft. And they had absolute control of the seas. It didn’t look good.
And yet – and yet – the war was far from over.
He smiled darkly as he opened the secure drawer in his desk and pulled out a simple black folder. The wording of the report was blunt and very clear, even to someone who felt as though he spent half of his life writing or reading reports. There had been no success – yet – in preparing the ballistic missiles for launch, but a handful of tactical nukes were ready for detonation. They could be deployed at his command.
They’ll come into Germany East, seeking to destroy us , he promised himself. But they will find nothing, but fire and death.
Karl Holliston returned the folder to the drawer, then poured himself a glass of brandy.
The war was very far from over.
End of Book Two
Twilight Of The Gods Will Conclude In:
Ragnarok
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Appendix: German Words and Phrases
Abwehr – German Military Intelligence
Bund Deutscher Mädel (BDM) – League of German Girls/Band of German Maidens, female wing of the Hitler Youth.
Einsatzgruppen – SS extermination squads
Gastarbeiter – Guest Worker
Generalmajor – Major General
Germanica – Moscow, renamed after the war
Hauptsturmfuehrer – SS rank, roughly equal to Captain.
Heer – The German Army
Herrenvolk – Master Race
Junker , German nobleman
Kessel – ‘caldron,’ German military term for trapping an enemy formation.
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