Full Summary: As the Axis powers close in on victory, the Allies begin to develop a plan. A plan to seek out an destroy the Axis from the inside. The Allies decide to seek out only the best of their soliers. They woul tell them who they are, in trust them with their secret. But they had no clue that their greatest allie would be a General in the nazi army. A young man. A man that would seek revenge for what the war had done to him. ONe that his country betrayed.

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"What are you saying? That we just trust our lives, our secret, within mere soldiers?"

"Its our only chance! The Axis have nearly taken over all of Europe! We will all agree that this is a risk worth taking!" The room quickly grew silent, only light panting from the out burst filled the large meeting room. The silence only last for a few seconds before one of the five worn torn countries stood up. A young man, once vibrant blue eyes now over come with sorrow an pain. He gently set his hands down upon the polished table, letting out a shakey breath before speaking.

"I think we should at least try..."

"Are you batty?"

"I am willing to try Arthur!" Arthur's glare lessened only slightly, swallowing the foul words that rose in his thoart.

"I am deeply sorry for my outburst...but I am willing to try anything right now...anything to rid my suffering children of those flithy Nazis..."

"Jules..." Arthur frowned slightly, looking on at the helpless worn torn country in front of him who allowed a tear to slip out and down his cheek. Silence. Awful Silence, once again, overcame the room.

"It seems we are at a stand still..." Arthur spoke softly, looking down at the papers in front of him as he balled his hands into fists. He bit his lower lip, letting out a sigh as he looked back up at the men sitting quitely.

"A vote is needed...how many wish to act on this plan?" He gazed around the room, watching as, one by one, the few countries gathered around him raised their hands.

"I see..." He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and standing up straight.

"Then...I guess your all dismissed...you all know what to do, we will meet up on site..." He moved some hair out of his face, shaking his head slightly as they all gathered up what little they brought to the meeting. 'I pray to God this works...' He thought to himself, watching as the others filed out of the room before gathering up his things as well.

Gunshots filled the air, cries of pain followed shortly after them. Soldiers had to step over dead bodies as they moved forward, some meeting the same fate as the ones that lined the battle field. Orders to fire were shouted, quickly drowned out by the sound of gun fire. The Generalleutnant was giving the orders as his superiors pulled back to discuss their next move. He was a tall, dark skinned, musuclar man around the age of 20. He had quickly climbed in rank as soon as the war has started, earning the respect of many. His emerald green eyes watched on in boredom as the rittmeister began to set up an MG08 machine gun, quickly loading it and began to mow down the on coming Allied soldiers.

He turned away from the carnage, making his way over to the small radio. He spoke briefly with his superiors, assuring them that their troops were holding their own. He hung up with a small yes sir as his new orders were given. He gathered up a few rittmeisters, heading east in their schwerer wehrmachtschtschlepper as soon as the generaloberst showed up. His orders were to investagate a small gathering of Allied troops near the east side of their camp. He guessed the group's plan was to take out the generalfeldmarschall, who was to be at their camp later that night. Rediculous plan in his eyes. Who would charge into the enemy's base, outnumbered an propbly out gunned? He scoffed. It would just be a massacer of their own troops.

Some time past before they reached the area around the tiny Allied camp, shutting off their vehicle some ways back in order to gain the upper hand. They had walked over a mile before reaching the camp, gripping their standard issuse mauser karabiner 98K rifle. There seemed to be only one tent, all the soldiers inside. 'Guess their going over their plans...' He thought, glaring slightly and sending a few of his men forward.

Something was not right, but he could not for the life of him figure out what it was. He shook it from his thoughts, lifting up his gun an moving forward after his men. He gripped his rifle, stopping when the feeling in his gut got worse. He inhaled sharply, taking a step back. The feeling was strong, and it only got worse the closer he got to the tent. He took a moment to go over the details of the seemingly innocent order he was given. But thats just it...now that he thought about it...his orders had no details.

Nothing.

All he was told was to investagate.

He was about to call for his men to stop, when a small flash went off. His eyes went wide as a rather large s-mine jumped from its hiding spot, exploing as soon as it hit 0.9 meters. The explosion projected a lethal spray of steel balls an fragments in all directions. Some of his men died instantly from their proxmity to the mine, others badly wounded. They would die if left alone. He was close enough to the mine to get gravely wounded himself. He had hit the ground right after the flash, his heart an vitual organs still unharmed. He knew, he might be one of the ones to die on the battle field; but to fall for such a trap...unforgiveble. He rolled onto his back, groaning loudly in pain as some shrapnel dug into his back. The pain and shock his body was going through was enough to cause him to pass out.

"Shit!" He cursed loudly, gripping his throbbing head in pain. Once the pain had subsided, he stared at his trembling hands. How long had he been out? Where was he? And Gott, what was that smell? He looked up, covering his mouth an nose with his hand. He glanced around the small room, seeing the dead bodies of those that had gone with him that night. Decaying corpses. He nearly gaged, standing up and looking all around him. Taking in the sight. He tried to look past the bodies, to see what kind of room he was in. His eyes sqeezed shut as light poured into the room. He opened them half way, shielding them from the light with his hand.

In front of him stood two SS soldiers, who seemed shocked. They helped him out of the truck, leading him over to a large building where the Generalfeldmarschall's office seemed to be. He was glaring slightly, scowling as he stood in front of the Generalfeldmarschall.

"You must be Lieutnant General Chadrick, am I correct?" The Generalfeldmarschall spoke softly, setting the papers he had been looking at down and placing his full attention on the man standing in front of him. Chadrick answered with a small nod, watching with mild interest as the Generalfeldmarschall stood. Unlike himself, the man looked like the Ayran race that Hitler dreamed of. The man had sky blue eyes, which of course were trained on him like a hawk. Slicked back blond hair laid uncovered as the man removed his hat, dusting it off and setting down on the desk. It was unnerving, being in the same room. His own short brown hair was tangled, emerald green eyes also trained on the man before him.

"You survived an s-mine explosion, how is that?" The man now stood in front of him, arms crossed across his chest as sky blue eyes bore into green. Chadrick didnt not answer the man, glaring slightly. He refused to believe that the man in front of him did not have something to do with the trap that he had bluntly walked into. The Ayran man glared before smirking, offering out his hand.

"I have forgotten my manners, I am Field Marshal Ludwig" He continuied to speak softly, giving a firm handshake as Chaddrick took his hand in his. Ludwig took his seat behind the desk, picking up a small peice of paper before looking back at Chadrick. He calmly asked him many medical questions, taking note of some that caught his attention. Charick answered reluctantly, still unnerved about being in the same room as the man.

"Final question," Ludwig looked up from the paper, smirking slightly as he let the paper drop, "Do you have a family?"

That question. That final question. Chadrick knew something was up, uncrossing his arms and glaring slightly. With a curnt no, he had sealed his own fate. Ludwig nodded, only glancing down at the damned paper before getting up from his seat again.

"Just wait here, I will be back" As those words left his lips, Chadrick knew he would not be coming back. It was in the tone of his voice. He was not stupid.

He only had to wait a few minutes before those same SS soldiers came to get him, take him Gott knows where. They thought he was going to go quitely, thought he did not hear them from down the hall. No one could get to his postion at his age by being stupid. As they came closer to him, he remained still. If they grabbed him, he knew he fight back as his thoughts were confirmed.

As soon as the tallest gripped his arm, he punched him clear across the face. He was glaring intently, knocking the other off his feet as he bolted to the door. He got pretty far unnoticed, before he had to take a break. He hid behind a building, heart panting and out of breath. He looked up as he heard shouting, cursing loudly as three SS officers ran at him. He rounded the building, running out of some open gates an into a field. He knew he had to hide quick. Being out in the open was not a smart idea. He cursed as he ran into a few sickly looking men, who seemed to be digging large pits. The other around stared, fear in their eyes. Some quickly went back to working as even more SS followed after him, some shouting orders while others chased them down. He quickly got up from the ground, glancing back to see how close they were before pushing past people in order to get away.

Dieing on the battle field would have been better then what they had planned for him. He grunted as he felt something whack him upside the head, something metal. He fell to the ground, gripping his bleeding head in pain. He cursed loudly, baring his teeth to keep himself quite as he was forced to his feet by two SS. He glared intently at one of the better looking men, gripping a large shovel. The man looked regretful as he finally figured out what he done. Chadrick was shoved forward by the SS, having them dig the butts of their rifle into his back as they forced him to move. The sickely men watched as he was ordered toward the medical center. He could hear them talking to themselves. They were curious as to why they were treating one of their own as such. Chadrick did not think twice about why.

He did not care why.