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Hamelburg East Checkpoint
January 31, 1944
Peter and Serilda reached the first checkpoint only twenty miles outside of Hamelburg. The barricade came into view of their headlights, as did the very light falling snow. The guard motioned for them to come to a stop and he walked up to the driver window.
"Guten Abend." Good Evening. "Heil Hitler."
The guard saluted, seeing Peter's SS emblems on his collar.
"Heil Hitler," Peter returned. He handed his forged Soldbuch
(Paybook) and Sonderausweis D (Special Identity Document D, D meaning
Dienstreisen or Service Travel) to the soldier. The soldier looked
them over, matched the photographs in them to Newkirk's face and determined
them to be authentic. He handed them back to Peter.
"There is a storm expected this evening," the soldier said,
looking into the car at Peter and Serilda. "I hope the Reichslieutentant
and Fraulien do not have far to travel."
"I was not aware of the latest weather reports," Newkirk replied.
Which was true, he wasn't. "Perhaps it will not be wise for us
to continue," he said, looking at Serilda.
"We probably won't make it to Gottingen before the storm hits,"
Serilda said. She looked at the soldier. "Do you know of a place
to stay the night?"
"Ja, about 5 kilometers down the road there is a turn off. Follow
that road for about a kilometer and there is a Rasthof (motel) on the
right hand side."
Serilda nodded. "Danke."
The soldier smiled and looked to his partner to raise the barricade.
The soldier than clicked his heels and saluted Peter. Newkirk raised
his hand and gave a nod. "Heil Hitler."
The car then cleared the checkpoint and disappeared into the dark.
Peter and Serilda unloaded their single bags from their car and walked
into the two story Rasthof. The lobby area was small with a fireplace
off to one side. The room was quiet, warm and inviting and they shook
the light snow off their coats as they removed them. The woman behind
the desk watched them and then smiled as they approached.
"Guten Abend," the woman said returning a smile. "The
snow is coming, once again."
"Ja," Serilda replied. "It does not help the war effort
"That it does not." The woman flickered a glance at Peter,
trying not to be daunted by the imposing black uniform of the SS. She
was a loyal German, but she had her doubts as to how well the war was
"I beg to differ, my dear Schwester (Sister)," Peter said.
"Our military forces are adapt to all weather conditions. There
is no such thing as a bad weather for a good German soldier."
"Of course, Bruder (Brother), but the weather does not help us
get to Berlin any faster."
"Das stimmt." That's true.
Serilda smiled and looked at the woman. "Do you have two rooms?"
The woman nodded. After they signed in, she handed them their keys and
led them upstairs to their rooms. She told them if they needed anything
they could call down to the desk and either herself or her husband
would answer. She then wished them a good night.
"Danke," Serilda said. "Gute Nacht."
"Gute Nacht," Peter echoed.
The woman nodded and turned to leave. Peter unlocked the door to his
room and put his bag down inside the door. He then came back to Serilda's
room and peered in.
"Are you all set?" he asked.
"Yes." She turned from her bag on the bed and smiled. "Anjte
was right, you do make a convincing German."
"I'm a showman." He grinned. "I figure we'll leave first
thing in the morning, assuming we're not snowed in here."
"Okay..." He was about to bid her good night when she said
She walked over to him and placed her hand on the edge of the open door.
"I'm glad you were able to come with me."
He smiled and took her hand in his. "So am I." He gently kissed
the top of it.
She giggled and he slowly let go of her hand, smiling at her. "Good
"Good night, Peter."
Stalag 13, Barracks #2
February 1, 1944
The next morning, after roll call, Kinch received a message from the
Underground in Hamelburg from Doctor Weinstein. He took the message
up to the barracks and showed it to Colonel Hogan.
The other prisoners gathered around as the Colonel read the message.
He then looked up at everyone.
"Newkirk's on his way to Berlin," he said with a sigh. "Begin the beguine...."
Muhle Rasthof (Mill Motel)
Outside Hamelburg, Germany
February 1, 1944
Peter and Serilda were not snowed in to the Rasthof and it only took
them a few minutes to clear off their car. Traveling on the snow covered
roads, however, was not as quick as the snow plows had not been through
on the secondary roads yet. Once they reached the main road that would
take them to Gottingen the road was clear and the further east they
traveled the less snow that had fallen.
By mid morning, the clouds broke and the sun poured through. The pilot
in Newkirk was encouraged, as such weather was always welcomed for
Serilda noticed him smiling. "It is pretty countryside, is it not?"
Peter paused, but his smile didn't fade. "I have to apologize. I
was actually thinking of..." his voice trailed off. The snow covered
fields of England he flew his plane over before heading across the
channel came to mind. "...of home." He glanced at her. "Sorry.
It is pretty countryside, and I hope the goddamn Nazi's don't ruin
She smiled. "It's okay, Peter. I have thought of home many times
since I've been here." She looked out the window. "But this
is the Germany my parents used to speak of and it is the scenery that
gives me comfort. I find no joy in going to Berlin. The Nazi's have
ruined that city."
"The Nazi's have ruined a lot of things for this country,"
Peter concurred. It wasn't until he met Serilda, that Peter started
to separate the German nation from the current German government. Not
all Germans were Nazi's. In the barracks, the collective use of the
slurs of Kraut, Jerries and other words to describe any German, regardless
of their allegiance to National Socialism were used freely and without
regard. But after hearing Serilda's story of why she would leave a
comfortable life in the United States and come to a country so choked
with fear and repression, Peter began to understand patriotism on a
deeper level. Serilda was part of a fight, not against her country,
but against it's totalitarianism form of government that, granted,
had rebuilt the German nation....but demanded the world in repayment
for that deed.
Serilda had come to Germany in the mid '30's because she had heard of
a secret resistance movement to try to thwart the Nazi effort. The
risks were incredible but the ultimate goal, the obliteration of the
Nazi regime, was what sustained them. On the surface they appeared
to be loyal to the Nazi party, but they were quietly gathering information
to help any future efforts of those who found themselves embroiled
in war with the Third Reich.
At first it seemed like the rest of the world didn't care. Hitler took
real estate in Europe without hardly a shot of resistance being fired.
Appeasement and pacifism achieved "peace in our time" as
the memories of the first World War were still, after twenty years,
fresh in people's minds. Nobody wanted to end up in a Great War again.
But for the people who came under Nazi Germany's influence, they only
knew fear and repression. Things looked bleak.
Even after the war started in September of 1939, the mood remained bleak.
Hitler's blitzkrieg warfare saw nations fall in less than year. Poland,
Holland, Belgium, Norway and France. World domination looked to be
within Hitler's reach.
But England refused to fall and her determined resistance fueled inspiration
to the movement. Quietly they helped gather information to help the
RAF bombers both in defending England and in their own raids over Germany.
After the United States was brought into the war with the attack on
Pearl Harbor, the resistance, by this point known as the Underground,
began to see the distant light at the end of the tunnel.
"I did not leave the US because I did not like it there," Serilda
explained to Peter once, "I left because my ancestral homeland
and the country of my birth had to be protected. I am American and
I am German, and one day my two homelands will be allies."
Peter respected and admired her patriotism.
"They will be stopped," Serilda said softly, keeping her eyes
to the countryside. "They will be stopped..."
"You bet they will." He paused. "Have you ever been to
Serilda shook her head. "I haven't. I would like to see it someday."
"When the war's over and the Nazi's have been obliterated, I'd like
to give you the grand tour." He grinned. "Maybe celebrate
the signing of the armistice with a round at a little pub in London.
And you won't have to serve it."
Serilda giggled. "I think that sounds wonderful."
"Yeah..." Peter smiled at her. "I like the idea myself."
Stalag 13, Barracks #2
February 1, 1944
The snow fall at Stalag 13 was more than what Peter and Serilda had
encountered and being put to work shoveling was a welcomed distraction,
for Colonel Hogan at least. Despite being exhausted from pacing the
night before and watching the snow pile up on the ground outside the
window of the barracks, Hogan shoveled at a steady pace. It broke his
concentration for a bit from all the 'what-ifs' and worst case scenarios
running through his head. But once all the work was done, Hogan returned
to his worrisome state.
Back inside the barracks, the heroes gathered around the old stove and
table to drink lukewarm coffee and attempt to warm up. As the men chatted
and bantered around him, Hogan sat at the table, gazing at the top
of it, deep in thought. He trusted Newkirk's ability, there was no
doubt about that. But he couldn't help but wonder if all this was just
the tip of the iceberg to something bigger. What bothered him more,
was that he couldn't figure out what that bigger thing could possibly
be. He couldn't help but wonder if he and Newkirk and everyone else
were walking blindly into a trap.
His thoughts were interrupted when he caught sight of the coffee pot
hovering over his cup. He looked up as Kinch poured a fresh cup and
he noticed Carter and LeBeau were regarding him curiously.
"You're worried about Newkirk aren't you sir?" Carter asked.
Hogan nodded and sighed. "Yeah. I just can't shake the feeling that
there's something more to this. Something worse." He shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe it's because I can't make heads or tails
out of what we've got already. There's an answer in Berlin, but I'm
not so sure I'm going to like it."
"I've got the feeling we're not going to like the question either,"
"Exactly. And this sitting around waiting is going to drive me nuts."
February 1, 1944
Twenty miles west of Gottingen, Peter and Serilda came to another checkpoint.
The guards respectfully saluted Peter and found his documents to be
in order, letting him and Serilda pass through with no hassle. They
would pass through the city of Gottingen and two check points east
of Gottingen with no problems. The closer they got to Berlin, the more
scrutiny they started getting from the checkpoint guards.
"Guten Tag," the soldier said, peering into the window. "Would
you step out of the car please? Fraulien?"
Peter glanced at Serilda and they stepped out of the car. One of the
other guards came to flank Serilda.
Peter saw this and looked at the guard near him. "And the purpose
of this, soldier?" he asked.
"I am merely following my orders, Herr Reichslieutenant. For the
safety and security of the Fatherland. Papier?"
Peter handed his documents to the guard. The guard flipped open the Soldbuch
and compared the photograph to Peter. He then inspected the Sonderausweis
D. "What is the nature of your travel to Berlin?" he asked
"My Swester's fiancé." Peter motioned to Serilda. "I
am accompanying her so that she may see him."
"I see." The guard continued to inspect the documents and then
finally returned them to Peter. "Danke, Herr Reichslieutenant.
May you travel safely." The guard clicked his boots and saluted.
Peter gave a lazy salute in return. "Heil Hitler." He watched
to make sure the other guard backed off of Serilda and both soldiers
walked to the barricade. Peter and Serilda returned inside their vehicle
and drove through once the barricade was lifted.
Peter looked back briefly and then turned to the road in front of him.
"I hope you don't mind my saying...but I'm getting just a little
bit more nervous the closer we're getting to Berlin."
Serilda nodded. "Yes, I know..." She looked at him and smiled.
"But remember, you are a convincing German."
"Thanks for reminding me. I was trying to forget!"
February 1, 1944
The night time streets of Berlin were deserted when Peter and Serilda
finally arrived. Air raid sirens blared in the distance and anybody
who was on the street hurried quickly to their destination.
"I was hoping we'd make it before dark," Peter said. "The
lads have been bombing the hell outta Berlin every night since August.
Just what we need to get caught in."
"Then we must hurry." Serilda said.
They pulled up in front of the Birken Hotel and, gathered their bags
and quickly headed inside. The female desk clerk looked at them peculiarly.
"Guten Tag," Serilda said, out of breath. "We need two
"I have two rooms but I can not put you in them yet. Not until the
sirens stop. I must take you to the shelter downstairs."
The woman came out from behind the desk and motioned for them to follow
her. "You are aware that the English planes have bombed us every
night for several months now? I hope you are not here in Berlin for
"We're aware of the bombing," Peter said. "We tried to
make it before dark, but the storm in Gottingen held us up. Unfortunately,
our trip here is not by choice, or for pleasure."
"I hope you do not have to stay long. I don't know which is worse.
The unpredictable weather or the awful English bombers!"
Peter only a murmured a "hmm" in reply as he and Serilda followed
the desk clerk down a darkened stair well. They came to a room, lit
with five to six oil lamps, where several of the hotel's patrons were
huddled together on the floor, against the concrete walls, with blankets
and coffee cups containing either coffee or soup. Several eyes looked
toward Peter and Serilda as they came in and Peter realized he was
the only man in a uniform in the room. And an SS uniform at that, which
turned most of the eyes away.
Peter kept his eyes to himself and sat down next to Serilda at an empty
spot against the concrete wall. The desk clerk handed them a blanket
and asked them if they would care for a warm drink or soup. Both requested
Peter removed his uniform hat and they sat quietly. Voices carried softly
as the patrons spoke with one another and mixed in with the din of
conversation was the sound of classical music.
A few moments later, a man came to them with two coffee cups filled with
steaming hot potato soup.
"Danke," Peter and Serilda each said.
"Bitte. Heil Hitler," the man said.
The man walked away and Peter and Serilda quietly sipped at their soup.
Peter noted that the soup tasted better than that which was served
at camp. He and Serilda spoke only on general topics, the soup, the
coldness of the basement or the classical music on the radio. Not twenty
minutes later the floor vibrated with the sound of distant falling
bombs. Thirty minutes after that the hotel shook as a building just
less than a mile away took a direct hit.
Serilda instinctively turned toward Peter and clutched his arm. She paused,
catching her breath and then whispered, "I hope they don't hit
"It would put a damper on things wouldn't it?" he replied.
Most of the patrons seemed ill at ease, although many of them had lived
through several raids already. But there was no such thing as getting
used to it. Some sat with their heads bowed on their knees, others
just stared down at the floor or into their empty coffee cups. Even
Peter, who had lived through the Nazi's relentless bombing of London
in 1940 couldn't help but pray that the hotel wasn't hit.
The thunder of bombers flying over head and the pounding of bombs went
on for three hours. The hotel rumbled and shook but was still standing
when the bombing stopped a little after one in the morning. The wailing
air raid sirens finally quieted down and the desk clerk announced that
it was all clear to return upstairs.
Hotel staff assisted folks up the stairs. Peter helped Serilda to stand
and they followed the group to the stair well. Both were dead tired,
after several hours driving and then sitting through three hours of
bombing, the feel of a soft pillow beckoned each of them.
After receiving their room keys they trudged up to the second floor of the hotel, a busboy following behind them with their luggage. He placed Peter's bag at the door of Peter's room, and then followed Serilda down to her door, leaving her bag. She thanked him and tipped him for both Peter and herself, and the man bade them good night.
Peter left his bag by the side of the bed and turned to remove his uniform
jacket. He spotted a door on the wall that faced Serilda's room and
he went over to it. He opened it and found it was an adjoining door
between the two rooms. He saw Serilda had already crashed on the bed
and looked to be fast asleep. She was still in her clothes, shoes and
hadn't bothered turning the covers down. He smiled at the sight and
walked over to her. He removed her shoes and then gently lifted her
head and back to pull the covers from under her. After laying her back
down, he lifted her legs to get the rest of the cover out and then
he pulled the covers over her. She stirred softly but didn't open her
eyes. He brushed her hair back from her face and touched a finger to
her cheek. "Goodnight, luv..."
He turned her light off and quietly stepped back to his room.
February 2, 1944
The next morning, Peter followed Serilda's direction through the snow
melted, and in some cases rubble dusted streets of Berlin to Angus
Marsden's shop. He parked the car near the curb in front of the clock
shop and they both looked toward the door, the sign on it clear: Geschlossen.
"Are we early?" Peter asked.
Serilda shook her head. "I don't think so. He opens the stop every
morning at eight-thirty, precisely. Something is definitely wrong if
he is not here during his posted hours." She paused. "He
changes the meeting place and contact place often. If he's at one of
those places, I don't know where it is."
"Maybe we should try to find his family then, and determine what
kind of situation we have there with the Gestapo."
Serilda nodded. "Gisela would also know where the meeting and contact
places are. Hopefully we can get that information without causing a
"All right, point the way."
"Head down the street here, I'll tell you when to turn."
Peter nodded and started the car. He then eased into Berlin's scant morning traffic, blending in easily.
Gisela Marsden tried to ignore the Gestapo officer, Sturmscharführer (Sergeant Major) Kohler, who had become a permanent fixture in her living room, and concentrated on her housework. He offered no conversation but kept a watchful eye on her at all times. It was bad enough she had to feed the man, serve him coffee and liquor and be expected to be the least bit reasonable to him. The least he could do was move himself when she dusted.
Naturally, considering the house arrest she and her children were under,
she did not expect any visitors, other than perhaps more Gestapo men
but they never came either. So when she heard the car pull into the
drive she stopped to look out the window in surprise. Seeing Peter,
who she didn't know from Adam, step out of the car dressed in an SS
uniform caused her alarm. Seeing the woman, who she knew as Serilda,
step out of the same car turned her alarm to panic.
Kohler had stood up and was looking too. "Who are they?" he
"The woman is an old friend..." she stammered. "I am not
sure of the SS officer."
"You act normal," he said. "You tell them I am old friend
of your husband's. You also try to get them out of here as soon as
Gisela nodded. She left the window and called to her children that they
had visitors. The children, two boys ages 7 and 9 came to the parlor
and sat down on the couch, quietly. Kohler returned to his seat as
Peter and Serilda walked up the path and stood on the steps for only
a moment. Before they could knock, the door opened and Gisela smiled
at them. "Serilda! Hallo! It has been a long time." Gisela
hugged her old friend. "Gestapo," she whispered.
"Yes it's been awhile," Serilda said when they let go. She
nodded at Gisela. "We were just passing through Berlin on our
way to Hamburg and I wanted to stop and see you." Serilda hooked
her arm around Peter's. "Gisela this is Hans, my fiancé."
"Oh my," Gisela said and looked at Peter with a smile. "Oh
Serilda, how wonderful! Can you come in for a little bit?"
"Yes, but we can't stay too long."
"Of course." Gisela stepped back so that Serilda and Peter
could enter the house. The Gestapo officer stood up when he saw Peter
and he saluted. "Heil Hitler."
Peter gave a nod and returned the salute.
"This is Adler," Gisela said. "He's an old friend of Angus's."
Serilda smiled. "Nice to meet you."
"Now tell me," Gisela said. "How did you meet and when's
the wedding?" She giggled.
Kohler returned to his seat and appeared as natural as possible. He had
no concerns that Gisela would try anything, especially not in the presence
of the SS. He relaxed as the women chatted away at the moment.
Gisela offered tea to her guests and after they were served, more easy
chatter followed. Peter now engaged the Gestapo man in conversation.
After a few minutes, Gislea told Serilda of a piece of furniture Angus
had purchased in Munich recently. She invited Serilda to follow her
down to the bedroom to see it. Kohler found nothing wrong with this
and only glanced up as the women walked down the hall. Peter, otherwise,
kept his attention distracted in talking.
Serilda closed the bedroom door part way behind her and Gisela turned
to her. "You've taken a great risk coming here," she said.
"I'm trying to find Angus," Serilda said. "The man out
there is not an SS officer. He's an RAF pilot. He's part of Colonel
Hogan's operations in Hamelburg and has been accused of treason, based
on information that Angus apparently supplied to London."
"It was the Gestapo. I don't know what they are trying to do, or
why, but they have Angus under constant watch." She paused. "They
killed Hagen and Otto when they took over."
Serilda sighed. That was not the answer she was hoping to take back to
"How many Gestapo officers have you and the children under guard?"
"Just that one."
"Can you tell me where the meeting and contact places are?"
"The meeting place is on Ahorn Street, number 37 in the back. The
contact place is the Goldfasan Pub on Osten Street."
Serilda nodded. "We'll be back for you and the children."
"Serilda, you must be careful. If they even suspect that you and
Hans are not what you seem then you have done your friend no favor."
"We will be careful. Come, we best go back out before the man becomes
suspicious." They returned to the parlor where Peter and the Gestapo
officer stood up.
"Well, it has been good to see you again, Gisela," Serilda
said. "If we are to make our appointment in Hamburg, however,
we must be going."
"Of course, of course." Gisela smiled and then hugged her friend.
"It has been wonderful to see you again, Serilda, even if only
for a short time. I wish you and Hans best wishes together."
"Thank you. We should be back in town in a couple of months, we
will stop and see you. Hopefully Angus will be here as well."
"He would like that. Take care of yourself." Gisela took Peter's
hands in hers. "You be good to Serilda, ja?"
Peter smiled. "I will."
Kohler offered courtesies to Peter and then Gisela walked her guests
to the door. They said good-bye and Peter and Serilda walked out to
their car, saying nothing to one another until they were in.
"I got the locales from Gisela," Serilda said. "She also
said that it's only that one Gestapo officer watching them."
"One too many," Peter said, starting the car. A moment later they drove away.
The Goldfasan Pub was tucked away between two large buildings in the heart of Berlin, only five miles from the Reichstag itself. To find it, however, one had to travel through a few winding roads and past bombed out buildings half cleared away.
"I thought I knew every nook and cranny of Berlin," Serilda
said as they pulled up to the curb. "I never would have found
this place." They paused and looked toward the pub, seeing the
lights on inside and the few tables near the windows were empty. It
almost seemed like the pace was closed, but the few movements from
inside and seeing a person or two at other tables not far from the
window told otherwise.
"Will you recognize him when you see him?" Peter asked.
Serilda nodded. "It's always safer to check with the bartender first,
in case Angus should not recognize me."
"Okay. Let's go introduce ourselves then." They stepped out
of the car and nonchalantly walked into the pub, Peter holding the
door open for Serilda. A few people looked toward them as they came
in but did not seem to find the presence of an SS officer particularly
alarming. Only after looking around the place, did Peter notice a Luftwaffe
pilot, a Wehrmacht soldier and two soldiers of the Waffen SS were already
represented in the crowd.
At the back corner, with clear view of the door, Angus watched the couple
come in. He faintly recognized the woman and only when her face turned
toward him did he finally distinguish who she was. He cast a glance
to his left at Lt. Weisburg, who had a curious eye on the SS officer.
Angus casually sipped at his coffee, hoping that Weisburg didn't notice
him looking at the woman.
Peter and Serilda walked up to the counter.
"Hallo," Serilda said and smiled at the bartender. "We
are looking for Angus Marsden."
The bartender nodded. "Back corner, Fraulein."
Serilda looked to the back and then thanked the bartender. With Peter
she began to walk over to Angus's table.
"They were asking for you," Weisburg said, watching the two
as they weaved through tables.
Angus only nodded, although he wished they hadn't been asking for him.
Just what he needed, a possible defecting SS officer and one of his
old comrades of the Underground, to whom he couldn't tell that the
man sitting next to him was Gestapo.
"Herr Marsden?" Serilda said.
Angus and Weisburg stood up and Angus nodded. "Yes?"
"My name is Ava von Dashden, and this is my brother Hans. May we
talk to you for a moment?"
"Of course," he motioned for them to sit down. "This is
my associate Bernard Weisburg."
"How do you do?" Serilda said. Weisburg gave a nod in answer.
"Now," Marsden said. "What is it can I help you with?"
Serilda cast a cautious glance around the pub and then looked back to
Marsden. "Herr Marsden," she said softly, "we need to
get out of Germany."
"You are in trouble, or are merely looking to defect?"
Serilda looked at Peter. "Both," Newkirk answered. "I
have seen things that I should not have."
"Something that would help the Allies?"
"Is the SS command aware that you know this information?"
"I'm not sure. I think they may suspect that I do."
Angus paused. "Please understand that my situation warrants this
question: Is what you know worth risking life and limb to get you out
of this country?"
"The knowledge of weapons and the information from the project I
was a part of would be worth the risk, Herr Marsden. Up until 4 months
ago I was a loyal German....but with what the High Command has in store
for the SS to carry out against the Allies, I could not let it happen.
It's no longer the winning of a war, it's the obliteration of entire
peoples." Although Peter was making up his explanation, his declaration
of what the German High Command had in mind was true, although few
people, including himself, knew it at the time.
Angus considered this for a moment and then nodded. "Very well then.
I can have you on your way out of Germany by Friday morning. Tomorrow
night, there is a ball being held by Baron von Ushdergen and it is
open for members of the military to attend. It will be held at the
Baron's residence just east of Berlin. I will be there and I will put
you in contact with the right people." Angus took his pen from
his coat and wrote on one of the napkins. "Here is the address.
It begins at 7 p.m." He slid the napkin across the table to Serilda.
"I will probably not find you right away so I could encourage
you to partake of the Baron's gracious hospitality."
Serilda and Peter nodded.
"Be careful," Angus cautioned before lifting his hand from
the napkin for Serilda to take it. "Be very careful."
"We will." Serilda carefully tucked the napkin into her purse.
"Thank you, Herr Marsden," Peter said.
Angus nodded and watched the two stand up to leave. As they walked to
the door, Lt. Weisburg pulled a small notebook from his jacket pocket.
"Gestapo headquarters will be interested to hear this..."
he said, writing the name of the SS officer down.
Angus only sighed and took a drink of his coffee.
Back in Berlin traffic, Peter guided the car down a street and around
"Who was that other fellow?"
"I don't know." Serilda paused and then sighed heavily. "I
think he's Gestapo."
"Terrific. And we just told him I'm an SS officer looking to defect."
Peter sighed now. "Do you think Marsden recognized you?"
Serilda nodded. "Yes. That's why he warned us. That's also why he
is having us go to the Baron's ball. It is a different arrangement
then what he usually does."
"I've been to social functions before but...what's this ball going
"I'll tell you all about it."
February 2, 1944
Carter came into the barracks quickly and looked at Hogan. "Colonel,
Major Hochstetter's here."
The other heroes stepped toward the door and watched as the Major's car
came to a stop by Klink's office.
"Wonder what he's doin' here?" Kinch asked. Hochstetter disappeared
into the building after giving the guard a quick salute.
"Let's find out." Hogan led the men away from the door and
to his quarters. Carter shut the door as LeBeau set up the coffee pot.
Over at Klink's office, Hochstetter was being greeted by a grinning Kommandant
and a smiling Sgt. Schultz who stood in the background.
"To what do we owe this visit, Major?" Klink asked as he sat
behind his desk.
The Major sat down and looked at Klink across the desk. "A few days
ago the Gestapo in Berlin infiltrated a spy group there that is believed
to have some connection to Dusseldorf. I'm going to be in town for
a few days to investigate. I may need volunteers if there is to be
"Of course, of course. A group of spies right in Berlin, you say?"
"Yes, it was a small operation but effective nonetheless. We've
put a stop to it and quite possibly now have a chance to put a stop
to other groups that operate within Germany."
Klink smiled. "Well that's certainly some good news for the Reich!"
Over in the barracks, the heroes all exchanged glances. "Not for
us," Hogan said softly.
"Newkirk will be walking right into a trap in Berlin," Kinch
"If he hasn't already," Carter added.
Hogan held a hand up. "Let's see what else the Major has to say
before we start to panic."
"If it's all right with you sir, I'm gonna start to panic now,"
Back in Klink's office, Hochstetter arrived at the next reason for his
visit to the Stalag. "I also came because I wanted to ask you
about one of your prisoners."
"The Englander. Newkirk."
The heroes all looked at Hogan. "Now we panic," the Colonel
"What is it you want to know?" Klink asked.
"Has he been acting strangely lately?"
Klink paused. "No." He looked over to Schultz.
The sergeant shook his head. "No more a jolly joker than usual."
"Major, why do you ask?"
"Gestapo headquarters believes that Newkirk is looking to defect
from the Allies and join with the Reich."
Klink and Schultz both had eye popping expressions.
"Newkirk?" Schultz said.
"I knew it!" Klink exclaimed. "I knew it, ever since he
did that broadcast with Berlin Betty! He knows the war is fruitless
for the English, therefore it's better to join up with the winning
side!" Klink grinned.
"Yes..." Hochstetter concurred with a nod. Schultz however,
didn't look so convinced.
"What further evidence do you have of this, Major?" Klink asked
"It is top secret. But I would like to talk to him at some point,
to see if the suspicions are correct and be the first to welcome him
to the Reich."
"Well, that may be awhile, Major."
Hochstetter narrowed his eyes. "Why's that?"
"Newkirk is in the hospital in Hamelburg; very ill. The doctor has
him under quarantine."
"Thinks it might be influenza and didn't want to risk exposing the
soldiers or other prisoners."
"I see..." Hochstetter found this peculiar to say the least,
but made no indication to Klink. "When did he become ill?"
"Tuesday. He's been in the hospital since."
Hochstetter nodded. "I guess I will have to wait to speak to him
then." He stood to leave. "Let me know when the quarantine
has been lifted."
Klink stood up. "Certainly, Major." The two men saluted and Hochstetter walked toward the door that was held open by Schultz.
Back in the barracks, LeBeau replaced the lid on the coffee pot and
unplugged the transceiver.
"Damn," Hogan said. "There's our answer. And our question."
"Hochstetter?" LeBeau said.
"I think he set it up. I think he's trying to set us up, to flush
us out..." Hogan turned and paced. "He ordered the Gestapo
take over of Marsden's group and put through that false treason charge.
Now, he's here to see what we, or Newkirk would do and he knows that
Newkirk being in the hospital under quarantine is too damn convenient
and he's going to be checking to see if Newkirk is really there."
"So what do we do?" Kinch asked
Hogan paused and turned back to his men. "We tell him that Newkirk
has Nazi sympathies."
"PAH!" LeBeau said. "If Newkirk heard you say that he'd
spit on you."
"But not before he would play it up. Kinch, I want you to send a
message to Dr. Weinstein. Tell him Hochstetter may show up at the hospital
looking for Newkirk. Tell him to act surprised that Newkirk's missing
and nothing more."
Kinch nodded and left to send the message.
"What do we do in the meantime?" LeBeau asked.
"Keep a careful eye on Hochstetter and get ready to fly the coup.
If we play up Hochstetter's angle it'll buy us some time." He
looked at Carter. "Can you get some charges ready for the radio
and the tunnels?"
Carter nodded. "You bet."
"Okay. LeBeau, I want you to collect together our code books, maps,
any sensitive documents to be destroyed with the radio."
"Sir?" Carter said. "What about Newkirk?"
Hogan paused. "We'll leave word with the Underground. If he gets
back here from Berlin and we've left, they'll get him to England."
"Meaning we ain't gonna see him again..." Carter said quietly.
Hogan sighed heavily. "Possibly not..."
February 3, 1944
A little sooner than the doctor expected, Major Hochstetter arrived
at the hospital the next morning with two Gestapo guards in tow.
"Major, I must protest! The man is under quarantine for a reason.
I do not recommend that you risk exposing yourself."
"I am aware of the risk doctor," Hochstetter replied. "Take
me to prisoner's room."
Dr. Weinstein sighed. "Very well then. But if you become ill, Major,
it's your health. I take no responsibility." Dr. Weinstein headed
down the hall and Hochstetter followed.
As they came down the hall the guard outside the door stood up straighter.
The doctor opened the door and held it open for Hochstetter to come
in. They then went to the far end of the room and looked behind the
The bed, as both expected, was empty.
Dr. Weinstein reacted right on cue. "I don't believe this! Major,
I assure you the man has been under guard and I have done routine checks!"
The Major held his hand up. "It is all right, Doctor. I do not fault
your procedures..." Hochstetter looked around the room and then
walked over to the window, nodding to himself. "He more than likely
escaped out the window, he would not have needed much time."
"I apologize, nonetheless, Herr Major."
Hochstetter nodded. "It's possible the man was not even ill." He walked back to the door with Dr. Weinstein following. The doctor wondered just how much Hochstetter knew about Newkirk not being there.
February 3, 1944
"You went to the hospital?" Klink said, coming around his
desk to stand before Major Hochstetter. "I thought you were going
to wait until the quarantine was lifted?"
"Yes, originally I was but time was of the essence as I'm sure you
can understand. However, when I got there, Newkirk was not there."
"Whaat?? Then he's escaped!"
"Yes--I mean no. Not necessarily. It's possible he faked being ill
in order to get out of camp...to meet a contact perhaps."
"Yes..." Klink folded his arms in front of him. "Yes,
that's possible but...what I don't understand though, Major, is if
Newkirk was looking to defect, why not just come to me? It would have
saved all this run around."
"Ah yes, well...it's possible that he didn't want to be seen by
the other prisoners."
"I suppose that's possible."
Over in the barracks, Hogan and the others were listening to the conversation.
"I think it's time to call Hochstetter's bluff," Hogan said.
He left his quarters and the barracks and walked across the yard to
Klink's office. He knocked and opened the door at the same time.
"Sir, can I--"
"Hogan! Go away, I'm busy!"
"I know sir but this is-- oh. Major Hochstetter, what a pleasant
"Colonel Hogan, a pleasure always."
"Can it wait, Hogan?" Klink asked.
"Well I suppose it could but...well, ya see the men have been working
on a get well card for Newkirk and we'd really appreciate it if it
could be delivered with the next change of the guard."
"Hogan! You call that important??"
"It's important to us, sir."
"Actually, Klink," Hochstetter interrupted. "Perhaps we
should invite the Colonel to sit down and tell him the news."
"News?" Hogan said, all innocence.
"Yes," Hochstetter took a step back and offered one of the
chairs in front of Klink's desk to Hogan. The Colonel closed the door,
removing his hat and walked to the chair, sitting down. He looked at
Hochstetter and Klink.
"Colonel Hogan," Hochstetter said. "Peter Newkirk is not
in the hospital in Hamelburg."
Hogan's facial expression was perfect. "He's not??"
"No. Some time after he arrived there Tuesday he checked himself
Hogan narrowed his eyes. "That means he's escaped." He looked
at Klink. "Sir, I give you my word as an officer that I didn't
think this would happen. I truly believed he was sick!"
"He didn't escape, Colonel," Hochstetter said.
Hogan paused, acting like he didn't like the sound of that. "What
do you mean he didn't escape?"
"Several days ago, the Gestapo received information indicating that
Newkirk was looking to defect."
Hogan sat in stone silence. He wrung his hat a little bit and then stood
up, turning away from Klink and Hochstetter. "I didn't want to
believe it," he said softly.
Hochstetter and Klink had matching confused expressions. "Believe
what, Colonel?" Klink asked.
Hogan stood for a moment and then slowly turned back to the Kommandant
and Hochstetter. "Newkirk having...Nazi sympathies." He shook
his head, ashamed of it all. "I should have known. I should have
tried to help him. Obviously the long confinement, the sometimes unshakable
sense of hopelessness has...taken it's toll."
"Colonel Hogan," Klink said, coming to stand next to Hogan,
"are you saying that you've had suspicions about Corporal Newkirk?"
Hogan nodded. "For about a month or so. I've spotted him reading
Mein Kampf several times, practicing German, he wasn't writing
as many letters home. He even started withdrawing himself from camp
activities." Hogan paused. "The Barracks Two Barber Shop
Quartet just hasn't been the same without him." Hogan turned to
Klink suddenly. "You are going to try to find him, aren't you?"
"Hogan, he could be anywhere!"
"He may still be in Hamelburg. Besides, what if some unsuspecting
Gestapo officer decides to shoot first and ask questions later??"
"The Colonel may be right Klink, as it is not highly publicized
information," Hochstetter said.
"Very well then Colonel Hogan, the Major and I will coordinate a
"Thank you, Kommandant. Oh and when you find him and bring him back,
may I talk to him?"
"Of course, Colonel."
Hogan nodded. "Thank you." He looked down at this hat for a moment and then up at Klink and Hochstetter. Without another word, he walked to the office door and let himself out.
Baron von Ushdergen's residence
Potsdam, Germany (west of Berlin)
February 3, 1944
A fog in England kept most of the RAF bombers grounded for the night. This was a welcomed reprieve for people in Berlin and was appreciated by Peter and Serilda as well. Finding the small suburb of Berlin where the Baron's home was located was difficult enough in the dark and on bumpy, ill-maintained roads. They certainly didn't need to be dodging bombs as well.
Peter, of course, had already been nearly knocked off his feet by Serilda
in her simple yet elegant evening gown. Dark blue velvet, floor length
with a scalloped neck line, low back and short sleeves, the dress looked
stunning. She had swept her hair up in a French twist and the way she
looked standing in the middle of her hotel room had caught Peter momentarily
Serilda smiled at him.
Peter blinked. "You....you look...great," he said, not being
able to find a better word.
"Thank you. You're looking very nice yourself."
Peter look down at the black SS uniform he wore. "Eh, RAF dress
uniform is much better looking." He smiled up at her.
Serilda giggled. Peter picked up her overcoat from the chair and held
it open for her. Serilda slipped her arms in and then turned to Peter.
They looked at each other for a moment, Peter caught in her simple
beauty, Serilda knowing exactly what he was looking at and finding
an attraction to him that was difficult to deny.
"Serilda..." Peter hesitated a moment. "I...I know this
is probably a rotten time to say this but...."
She touched a finger gently to his lips. "Then don't say it,"
she said softly. "I think I know what you're going to say anyway."
She took her hand away from his face. "I...haven't forgotten that
night you kissed me," she said softly.
"I know you're resolved to the Underground and I respect that. But
I have some strong feelings about you. I don't know if it's going to
make me feel any better telling you about it but I would probably regret
it if I didn't say anything. You're a lovely woman, Serilda. There's
no denying that."
She smoothed a hand over the lapel of his overcoat. "You are a charmer,
"I know. It's a serious character flaw." He grinned.
She giggled and then looked at him in all seriousness. "I do like
you, Peter. But I'm sure when this is all over, you'll forget me in
"I don't think so," he said gazing into her eyes. "I don't
think so...." Slowly he leaned to her and touched a kiss upon
her lips. It wasn't like the night he kissed her in Hamelburg. That
was more like a goodbye kiss, a reminder of him should they never see
each other again. But this time was different. His lips, warm and soft
against hers, spoke of his desire for her. He was asking not just to
be remembered, but to be with her somehow still, when this was all
Serilda's heart stirred in her chest. She felt his arms encircle her,
drawing her closer to him, triggering a tingling feeling through her
of both fire and misery.
Peter felt something of the same thing. When the kiss ended and he looked
into her eyes he saw what he felt in his own soul. He touched his hand
softly to her cheek, a gesture of apology. Serilda turned her face
toward his hand and then looked up at him.
"We should get going..."
He nodded and slowly she stepped away. Peter followed her out of the hotel room.
The Baron himself greeted his guests at the door of his estate, which thus far had been spared by the Allied bombing raids. He smiled at Peter and Serilda and chatted with them briefly before letting them inside. They explained they were from Dusseldorf, in town visiting family and friends and had heard of the Baron's open invitation to military personnel from Angus Marsden. The Baron smiled and told them Angus was the finest clockmaker in all of Germany and he welcomed them to the ball.
Once inside the estate, they were relieved of their coats and they walked
into the large and spacious front room, where several other guests
were already gathered, talking and drinking. High ranking Luftwaffe,
Wehrmacht and SS officers were present.
A server came to them and offered champagne. They each took a glass and
thanked the server before he left.
"Considering how badly they're losing they sure know how to put
on a party," Peter said quietly before taking a sip of his drink.
"Baron von Ushdergen is a staunch supporter of the Furher and the
Reich," Serilda explained. "Thus his permanent open invitation
to all military members to attend any of the receptions he holds. It
has been said that top level decisions have been made at these functions
in the past."
"Hmmm..." Peter casually sipped at his champagne and looked
around as more people made their way into the front room. He saw Angus
come in but hardly had time to tell Serilda. Two SS officers had come
up to him to say hello.
"Guten Abend," Peter replied. "Heil Hitler."
"You'll have to forgive us for our curiosity," one of them
said, "as we do not recognize you. Are you with the SS here in
Peter shook his head. "Nein, I am from Duesseldorf."
"Ah. What brings you to Berlin?"
Peter and Serilda chatted conversationally with the two SS officers.
Their curiosity could have just as easily have been an excuse for interrogation.
After all, Peter nor Serilda were familiar faces and it was assumed
that a series of regulars often attended the Baron's functions.
Angus had made eye contact with Peter briefly upon entering and then
saw Peter become distracted by the two inquiring SS officers. What
Peter and Serilda didnt see was that Weisburg had come in directly
behind Angus. The Baron cheerfully greeted Angus and they chatted briefly.
Angus introduced Weisburg as a "friend" and the Baron then
asked about the brother and sister.
Angus didn't miss a beat. "Ah yes, they are old friends. They are
on their way to Hamburg and I persuaded them to attend your function
here this evening."
The Baron smiled, genuinely. "Wonderful..." The more the merrier.
Once the curiosity of the SS officers had been satisfied, they excused
themselves, wishing Peter and Serilda a good evening. Peter and Serilda
then made their way over to the table of horderves where they
soon were met with Angus and Weisburg. Angus only said that the mutual
contact had not arrived yet. That bought them time, but not much, to
figure out how to lose Weisburg long enough to have a talk.
The Baron officially started the festivities with a short speech and
a toast to the victory of the Fatherland. The guests all raised their
glasses and then the room was filled with the collective chime of glasses
being tapped together.
Peter turned to Serilda and flashed an indiscreet Winston Churchill V
sign. She smiled, raised her glass to him and they silently toasted
the victory of the Allies.
The orchestra then began to play the first waltz. Peter turned to Serilda.
Shall we dance?
Id love to.
He led her out to the dance floor.
Any ideas on how we talk to Marsden with that jackbooted right
arm hangin around? he asked.
I dont know. I think were going to have decoy him away
or something. He probably follows Angus around to the mens room.
Serilda paused. Maybe if I danced with Angus?"
"That should work. As long as he can waltz and talk at the same
time," Peter said and grinned.
As they danced the rest of the waltz, Peter found himself content. Momentarily
he forgot what uniform he was in, what city, what country and what
war. A beautiful woman was dancing with him and he had no need to pay
attention to anything else.
When the music ended, everyone applauded and a few dispersed from the dance floor. Peter and Serilda walked to where Angus and Weisburg stood.
Your friend has not arrived yet? Serilda asked.
No. He is known to come late to these kind of functions. But he
will be here fraulien, I guarantee.
Well then, I believe we have time for another dance, Serilda
said looking at Peter.
I think I will sit this one out, he said. Perhaps Herr
Marsden or Herr Weisburg will dance? You cant dance with your
brother all night.
Everyone chuckled. Serilda looked at Angus. The next waltz started to
play. Herr Marsden?
Marsden smiled and nodded. I would be honored. He turned
his elbow out to her and Serilda hooked her arm around his and walked
with him to the dance floor. Weisburg and Peter watched them go.
You take a great risk, Weisburg said looking into his champagne
Dont we all? Peter replied. The decision to leave
the Fatherland is my own and it is something I feel I must do.
On the dance floor, Serilda told Marsden what was really going on.
Hes not an SS officer. His name is Peter Newkirk and hes
the RAF pilot youve accused of committing treason.
It was not my willful intent, Marsden explained. Ive
been compromised by the Gestapo
Yes, but do you know that Weisburg is of the Gestapo? And having
that RAF pilot pose as a defecting SS officer puts you both in danger.
I am sure he has contacted his superiors.
Serilda sighed. What were we supposed to do? We had to contact
you somehow. Is he the only Gestapo man who has you under guard?
Yes, and he follows me everywhere. And they are holding Gisela
and the boys.
There is only one guard there. Peter and I went to see her. Angus,
we can get them out of Berlin if you will tell London that what you
told them wasnt true.
Can you get them out of Germany? To London?
Then do so. I will trust that they are on their way by the morning.
I will then take care of removing the cancer from the Underground in
Berlin. And I will let London know what has gone terribly wrong here.
What about you? We can probably get you out too-
Marsden shook his head. I am not counting on that. After what happened
to Hagan and Otto
I may only find myself with the same fate. But
Gisela and the boys, you must make sure they are safe.
We will, Angus
she said softly and then shook her head.
Why have they done this? What is their purpose?
I dont know. But after killing Hagen and Otto, Weisburg said
that the treason charge against Peter Newkirk was the start of the
end of the Underground.
Who orchestrated it all? Weisburg?
No. There is someone else he is reporting to and taking orders
from. Whatever it is, Serilda, it will be stopped by tomorrow morning.
Promise me, that you and Peter will see to it that Gisela and my boys
are safely out of Germany and the grasp of the Nazis.
I promise you.
The waltz ended and Serilda and Angus returned to where Weisburg and
Thank you, Fraulein.
Thank you, Herr Marsden.
Angus looked around the crowd. He spotted his contact for getting people
out of Germany. Ah, I believe our mutual friend has arrived.
If youll excuse me for just a moment. Angus walked away
and surprisingly Weisburg didnt follow. But he kept his eye on
Angus moved through the crowd and caught the eye of a dark haired man
who smiled in recognition.
Angus, good to see you once again. The men shook hands. Tho,
Im surprised that it would be here.
Follow my lead, Angus said quietly. Im in trouble.
The man paused and nodded quickly. Of course.
The two men walked back to Weisburg, Serilda and Peter. Introductions
were made and the conversation was concise and the instructions were
simple. The SS Reichslieutenant and his sister wished to leave Germany.
The dark haired man followed in stride and nodded.
It will be taken care of, he said.
However, he knew that this arrangement was odd for several reasons. First,
he did not know who Weisburg was. Second, he knew Serilda but couldn't
figure why she was assuming a different identity. And lastly, Angus
Marsden never used the Barons ball for such an arrangement, which
left the man to wonder just exactly what was going on.
Of course, it all fooled Weisburg. At that moment he was a little more
preoccupied with the idea that the SS officer wouldnt make it
out of Germany and would be caught the next morning. Certainly that
and being part of this crackdown on spies would make him look favorably
to a promotion.
When the clock ticked a few minutes past 10:30, Serilda expressed to
Peter that she was ready to leave. Marsdens contact had left
almost 15 minutes before but was waiting outside for when the Serilda
and the SS officer would leave.
Peter and Serilda gave the Baron their regards and appreciation for the
open invitation. He thanked them, gave them well wishes and bid them
good night. Their coats were brought to them and they walked out of
Marsdens contact saw them and followed. When they reached the car
he called to them.
Serilda gasped and Peter swung around, pulling his firearm from the holster.
The man put his arms up. Serilda, its me. Emil. He
stepped closer, keeping his hands raised.
Its okay, Peter, she said. Peter put the gun away and
Emil put his hands down, stepping up to them.
Serilda, what is going on? This is not one of Anguss usual
This is not one of your usual defections, Peter said.
Emil blinked and looked at Serilda. He speaks English?
I ought to. I am English!
Serilda laughed. Emil, why dont you get in the car and well
explain everything to you. Angus is in trouble and were going
to need your help.
Emil nodded. Okay.
The three got into the car and Peter pulled onto the road. Serilda introduced
Peter and then explained what was going on. She told Emil that they
were now heading to Giselas to get her and the children away
from the Gestapo and then find a way to get them out of Germany.
I can get them out tonight, Emil said. I have a car
that will take them north. By six o'clock tomorrow morning they will
be on their England.
Perfect! Peter exclaimed. They get out safely, Marsden
tells London whats really going on, we go back to Hamelburg and
Im no longer considered a bloody traitor!
Emil laughed and patted Newkirks shoulder. It will all be
I just wish we could have figured what exactly they were trying
to pull, Serilda said. I like you very much Peter but I
hardly see how accusing you of treason serves as the catalyst to destroy
the entire Underground.
No offense taken, Peter replied. At this point I really dont give a rot what they were up to. Itll be stopped as soon as Gisela and her children are out of Germany."
February 3, 1944
Peter turned the car down the street to Angus and Giselas home,
turning the lights off. He put the car in neutral, clicked the engine
off and let the car coast to the driveway.
The home was dark, except for a light on the bottom floor. Peter, Serilda
and Emil could see the Gestapo officer sitting in the parlor.
Looks like hes dozing, Emil said.
Peter studied the front of the building. Serilda,
is there a back door to this place?
All right, that should work. Emil, if youll take the front
door, Ill take the back. Well get the drop on him one way
or the other.
Give me a minute or two to jimmy the lock if I have to. If he hears
anything and starts to walk to the back, knock on the front.
Serilda, if you see anybody come along that looks Gestapo you get
yourself and this car out of here.
Peter turned to Emil. There should be a flashlight or two in that
bag next to you there
Emil found the bag and opened it.
He found a flashlight and handed it to Peter. They then got out of
the car and quietly closed their doors. They looked at the Gestapo
agent who was still dozing in the chair. Peter nodded to Emil and walked
to the back side of the house. Emil waited, watching the street and
the Gestapo agent through the window.
Peter found the back door and pulled his lock pick kit from the inside
pocket of his overcoat. Carefully he went to work. He worked the lock
until it let go with a loud click. He cringed, paused and listened,
holding his breath.
Kohler had heard it too and was now awake and listening. He did not move
from the chair at first and Emil couldnt tell that the man was
awake. It was not until the Gestapo officer heard the door knob turn.
Emil saw the officer get up and he quickly went to the door. He knocked
on it and Kohler stopped, finding a knock on the door at this hour
night peculiar, and with the noises from the back of the house heightening
his senses, he withdrew his gun.
Serilda saw this through the window and could do nothing but watch. And
Peter meanwhile, was stepping into the house. He clicked off the flashlight
and found he was in a kitchen. A door way was lighted by the lamp from
the parlor. He tucked his lock pick kit away and quietly closed the
door. He then quickly and quietly moved to the hallway.
The Gestapo man was at the front door opening it. He peered around the
door keeping the gun ready but out of site.
Emil looked surprised. Im sorry, he said. I think
I may have the wrong house.
Peter was at the end of the hallway looking into the parlor. To his left
was the front door and the Gestapo officers back was to him.
What house are you looking for? Kohler asked.
Peter moved from the hall way to come up directly behind the man.
Number 14, Emil said.
Peter raised his flashlight and hit Kohler directly on base of the neck.
And I think I found it, Emil said as the officer fell to
the floor. He grinned at Peter.
By this point Gisela had awoke and came to see what the noise was. She
recognized both men as they dragged the Gestapo officer back into the
Peter turned to Gisela. Can you pack up yourself and the children
in less than 10 minutes?
Y-Yes, Gisela stammered.
We dont have much time. Angus wants us to get you to England.
Hes going to close down the Underground here.
Okay, she said softly. She turned and headed down the hall
to wake up the boys and pack clothes.
Emil and Peter paused, each man realizing that Giselas entire world
was suddenly being uprooted. There is the possibility,
Emil said, that she may never see Angus again.
Yeah, I just thought of that. Peter sighed. C'mon...lets
see if we can give her a hand.
They helped Gisela and the boys to pack up a few of their possessions and soon had them out in the car. Sturmscharführer Kohler was still unconscious when they left.
Emil instructed Peter to drive north of Berlin to a small village where another car waited. They quickly transferred Gisela and the boys bags to the other car and Gisela turned to Serilda and Peter.
Will you see Angus again? she asked looking at both of them.
Serilda hesitated. We dont know.
Gisela nodded. I understand. He always told me that one day something could happen, I just always hoped it wouldnt.
She sighed and Serilda took her hand. Gisela looked up at them. If
somehow you do see him, would you tell him that I love him very much
and that Im very proud of what hes done
voice faded as she held back her tears.
Serilda squeezed her hand and Peter placed and gentle hand on her shoulder.
Well tell him, Serilda said, but I bet he already
knows. She smiled at her and Gisela smiled too despite her tears.
Emil came up to them and told them that the car had to leave soon to
be North by the morning. Gisela hugged Serilda and Peter and thanked
them for what they had done. She then wished them well in their return
to Hamelburg. Peter and Serilda watched her get into the car and then
the car pulled away, slowly, disappearing into the night.
They didnt say anything to one another. They only turned and walked back to their car.
~End Part Two~