Berlin, Germany October 7th 1941
"Anschlag!" shouted a German officer at man running down an abandoned street.
"Anschlag!" the officer repeated.
'Like hell I will,' thought the man, 'just so you can throw me in one of those damned labor camps? Sorry I chose life.'
"Töten Sie ihn! Feuer öffnen!" shouted the officer.
The man dived for cover as the firing squad behind him open up with their MP40's, yep, it was just a normal day in the life of Peter Sahaog.
Peter reached for his own weapon, a stolen smoke grenade from a knocked out German foot soldier now stuffed into a locker some where in the German intelligence building he had just escaped from.
"Catch" shouted Peter as he threw the smoke grenade down the street seconds later he was rewarded by the coughs of several Germans.
'That should keep them busy for a while' thought Peter a he hopped a fence into a back alley. About four blocks later he stopped running wild cheering could be heard not to far off. 'Better change' thought Peter as he knocked over a trash can to revel a German foot soldier uniform. 'I hope this works' he thought as he picked up a rifle and straitened the cap.
At the moment a prep rally was being held in one of the town squares. Supposedly Hitler himself was to be arriving give a morale speech to the people of Berlin, and that meant huge crowds, let's see them find him in there.
A short time later Peter arrived it look like the speech was over. The people were chanting "Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler,"
As much as He would have love to try and take out Hitler with his rifle the Polish resistance hadn't given him any ammo. For them even one bullet was a precious as gold, the gun was just for show.
'Please tell me they got the motorcycle,' he thought nervously If it wasn't there then there would be no way to get on the airfield in time. There Brian was waiting in a Heinkel He 111, a German bomber they needed for it's ability to fly long range without refuel.
If the motorcycle wasn't there then there would be no way for him to get to the air field in time. He was already running late due to his little fiasco with the SS, if he didn't show up by the deadline Brian was to assume him dead and leave him there in the middle of the lion's den, with no chance of rescue.
Peter turned the corner, and there it was.
"Thank the lord" Peter breathed out with a sigh of relief as he walked up to the motorcycle and ran his hand over the rear tire and set of keys fell to the ground.
He picked up the keys then mounted the bike, and turned the key. The engine roared to life as he drove off.
About fifteen minutes later Peter arrived at the airfield where sure enough Brian was waiting in the bomber.
"What took you," asked Brian with a grin.
"Ran into an old friend, 'Captain' Glodenstraat"
"So he's a Captain now? I thought he was dead..."
"Well he's not, and trust me the man holds a grudge"
"Well, we'd better be going," said Brian eager to get off the ground.
"Well, then let's go" and with last comment that they both boarded the bomber. Unaware of the journey they were about to embark.