Location: Unknown

Date: October 4th, 1941

Time: 7:00 AM

Dried leaves crackled underfoot as the young girl was guided forcefully to her destination. Having been blind folded, she had no way of knowing where she was, but she did have several clues. Birds could be heard in abundance, and not only could she feel the leaves under her feet, she could also hear them being dragged away by the wind, which also carried the scent of rotting earth and foliage. It was this that led the girl to believe that she was about as far from any city as one could get. No cars could be heard, and the only footsteps that the girl could detect other than her own belonged to the two men who had her arms. They walked briskly, nearly causing her to trip a few times, however when this happened they always stopped to helped her up. She was no prisoner, she knew this. The blindfold was merely for her protection.

Soon all noises stopped, and the air became so dense and stale that it was almost stifling. The dirt of the forest floor ended abruptly, and was replaced by what the girl could only assume was wood, judging from the way her shoes sounded when they hit the floor. She was led forward a couple of feet, and made to sit on a bench. Her blindfold was removed, revealing two Gestapo officers smiling down at her.

"Would you care for anything miss, a drink or some food perhaps?"

One of them offered while the girl rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the light of the room. She hadn't seen daylight since sunset the previous day, and adjusting to a place where the light seemed to be bouncing off the walls was becoming rather irritating.

"No, I'm fine thank you, I would like to see my uncle though, if I may."

She said, trying to sound as polite as she could whilst having her eyes scorched out of her head. The same man who had offered her food nodded and went away, presumably to let her uncle know that his niece had arrived. The second man sat with her, putting his hand over her eyes, only allowing a bit of light to shine through.

"Thank you."

She said, giving him a grateful smile.

"Are you staying here for long?"

The man asked.

"I'm not sure."

She said simply, not knowing the nature of his clearance level. He was Gestapo, but that didn't mean he knew everything that was going on in the Führer's mind. The man seemed incredibly dissatisfied with her answer, but she was spared further questioning as her uncle entered the room. The young man immediately stood and let out a strong;

"Heil!"

As did the young girl, but the Führer simply smiled and outstretched his arms to the girl, ignoring the soldier before him.

"Mein Valkyrie,"

He said simply, as the girl rushed to give her uncle a hug.

"Good morning Uncle. How have you been?"

She asked as he held her delicately.

"Gut, gut. And you?"

"Perfectly fine. Mama said to say hello to you,"

"How nice! I'll be sure to call her soon, but come, come; we have important business to attend to."

Hitler said, guiding her into his office. She looked back and called a thank you to the two Gestapo men, who simply saluted her and marched off to continue with their business. Once seated behind his desk, Adolf lifted a package and handed it to his niece. She took it and sat down gracefully in a comfortable leather chair, smoothing out the grey fabric of her dress over her legs before opening the envelope.

"You look very pretty in that dress. Did your mother make it for you?"

Hitler asked as he leisurely signed a few papers.

"Thank you, yes she did. She wanted to make the collar wider, but I wanted her to keep it simple and modest."

She said, smiling gracefully. Her uncle nodded.

"Yes, your mother would want to do that,"

He chuckled.

"I think the wider collar would have been a bit too much. It looks beautiful on you the way it is."

"Thank you uncle, I'm glad you like it. Is this everything I need?"

She asked, having gone through the contents package.

"Yes, everything you need is in there, and I assume you already know the nature of the mission."

The girl nodded.

"Good."

Hitler stood and hugged his niece.

"Be brave, Mein Valkyrie. Your cause is a noble one."

"I know, Uncle. I know."

Location: New York City, NY, U.S.

Date: October 4th, 1941

Time: 1:00 AM

The city was alive with light, and in the early morning hours, the parties were in full swing. Soldiers and nurses mingled, and there were plenty of dance partners for everyone, no matter where you went. In one of the higher end districts, a group of nurses danced the night away, giggling and laughing with their partners. On the docks, the Queen Mary floated peacefully as a fresh coat of grey paint dried on her hull. The waves sloshed smoothly and steadily next to her, creating a sort of oceanic heart beat against the metal of her sides. Some of her occupants stood on the open air decks, admiring the shimmering lights that the city cast upon the near black harbour waters. It was a moonless night, which made every light seem to shine ten times brighter in the darkness. The diners that remained open all night were packed, full of soldiers who were downing burgers in an attempt to sober up a bit before they went back to the never-ending flow of women and alcohol that New York City provided. It was just the sort of atmosphere to both excite and calm the senses. Being in New York blinded many of them as to the ominous presence of war; a presence that lurked behind every soldier's eyes, staring through them and seeing what they loved most. It was as though it was plotting, planning to rip away whatever the men focused their eyes upon. Only a certain few, those who had been through this kind of war before, wouldn't be blinded by things as trivial as bright lights and booze. No, they could see what was truly happening, and it was only the sheer horror of knowing what was going on half a world away that made them close their eyes.

Location: Schofield Barracks, Hawaii, U.S.

Date: October 3th, 1941

Time: 8:00 PM

Way out in the Pacific, on an island in the Hawaiian chain known as Oahu, Lt. Gooz Wood was in a state of deep thought. He always thought in the shower. In general, it was a good place to think, he figured. No one would bother him, well they might he supposed but he didn't think anyone would want to. As for his thoughts at that particular shower time, they were centered on the ladies he had been meeting over the past months. He had been stationed at Pearl Harbor for almost a year now, and was quite well acquainted with Oahu. He had gotten attached to the island, just not the people. Well, no, that wasn't true. He had made one good friend, a man called Earl Sistern. He was a sergeant that worked with him at Wheeler Air Field. Besides Earl, he hadn't met anyone, never mind any women that he was particularly fond of, even though he knew the nurses quite well. It was an unfortunate truth that his routine day off consisted of getting up, going surfing, grabbing a quick bite to eat, surfing some more, then going to the hospital to get stitched up. Should the injury be bad enough, he might even skip his meal and replace it with a trip to the hospital before going back to the beach to surf some more. He figured that even if he had taken an interest in someone, the fact that he was constantly covered in stitches wouldn't exactly appeal to her.

His jaw stung slightly as a bit of shampoo got into his newest set of stitches.

Why he was going to the bar that evening, he had no idea. The nurses had told him not to drink –mind you they had also told him not to surf for a week and he had blatantly disobeyed that rule-, and he sure as hell wasn't going to impress anybody with his scratched up face. Then again, what else was there to do? It was already dark, so he couldn't surf, and he would be alone in the barracks if he didn't go to the bar. He could always read a book; but he didn't have any books worth reading, and in all the time he had been in Oahu he had never noticed a single library. Perhaps, he thought, that this should be a future endeavour. Read more, surf less.

No sooner had he thought of the idea, he tossed it away. That was ridiculous.

Letting his mind wander from thought to thought, he came across an interesting idea. What if he could put fries between two buns? What would one call that? A Fryburger? He liked vinegar on his fries, would he like vinegar so much on his Fryburger? He vowed to try it next time he stopped in at a diner. Mayonnaise went well with fries and burgers; he could put that on his Fryburger too, along with some ketchup and vinegar. Maybe a bit of lettuce as well, just so he could say he got his greens into the meal. His mind suddenly shifted to a hot dog bun filled with fries, but he dismissed the idea. It simply wasn't doable; the symmetry with the fries and the bun didn't work out at all.

When Gooz stepped out of the shower he noticed the other men getting ready for the bar the same way he was. Why he noticed this, he didn't know. He just did, and it scared him for a second at how much emphasis his mind had put on that moment. Another few seconds later and he had forgotten about it completely, and focused on trying to find a fresh pair of underwear.

"Hey boys, did you hear the good news?"

One of men hollered, his voice echoing through that part of the barrack.

"New nurses are coming in within a few days."

He said with a laugh. A few of the men hollered their approval, as did Gooz, but it was superficial. He knew the nursing staff all too well. Three boats of new nurses had come in while he had been stationed in Oahu, and each one brought the same thing; duplicates of the old nurses. It was beginning to get annoyingly redundant.

"Hey, Gooz, you okay?"

Earl asked, tapping Gooz lightly on the heel with his foot.

"Hm? Yeah, why?"

"You're staring at your underwear like you're about to eat them,"

Earl said bluntly. Gooz just nodded his head and began to put some clothes on, making a split second decision to not go to the bar. Instead, he headed out on his motorbike, and drove to the nearest diner to order himself a Fryburger.