Chapter I

Berlin, 13.11.1940r. time: 23:00 - Kate Smith.
November 13, 1940 year. Many people associated with the number thirteen a misfortune. For me it was just a senseless superstition. What happened that night had nothing to do
in common with any beliefs. Well, maybe only that it belied everything, what is right and pure.
This night was not only damn cold and rainy, but quite dark. Moon hide behind the clouds, and the stars followed by his example. Im not feared about the night walk through the city. I know the streets of Berlin as my own pocket. Torstraβe was lit only by dim flickering streetlights. Them put already a weak light, even the light rain was more significant in the night sky.
Even the windows of houses remained dark, even inanimate single flare.
- This time everyone had long since asleep.
But not me. The enemy never sleeps. I also could not.
I knew that I had to pass the information to agent, which is waiting for me in the gate of an abandoned building - the place even darker than the rest of Berlin overnight. I glanced at my wristwatch, realizing that I had only fifteen minutes to reaching the target. I was quickened my step.

Frosty autumn wind blew my medium-length black hair, threw in the eye flecks stinging rain. I had to focus all attention on noticing anything the prevailing gloom around.
Perhaps because I did not hear anything in time. When I heard the steady clatter of heavy military boots hitting the pavement, it was too late to do anything. I could not even turn around.
Clad in a black glove hand appeared out of nowhere, put to my nose and mouth cloth soaked in a liquid.
And then ... there was nothing.

Berlin, 13.11.1940r. time: 23.30. - Obersturmfuhrer Sandra Kaiser.
Damn rain.
Camouflage forced by the forces of nature works in both ways.
Indeed, by the fog and the turmoil it was harder to see me in the street when I was standing in the gate of one of the houses slowly smoking a cigarette brand. Nevertheless, my job was difficult, and the most key point was noticing a particular person passing this street that damned night.
But it could not stop me.
'I'll get you'- I thought, puffing on a cigarette.
So long I followed her with my branch, I could not afford it now slip straight before my nose.
Three weeks ago Hauptsturmfuhrer Keller received information about the discovery
British intelligence group operating in Berlin. More specifically, the discovery of
the existence of this - of course we fell all the work related to the arrest or killing agents. Keller gathered us - lieutenants and second lieutenants commanding minor branches - in his office, assigning us to specific individuals whom we had to, as he put it, take care of.
- The job is like any other - said his somewhat irritating, nasal voice. - I standard methods. Kill, the best pre-listen, but not at any price - as it fails to question them, to write in the report that they did not want to talk.
Questions?
- Captain - I got out of place at a big conference table. - I move for a change in the allocation order. I think that Spielman - here I glanced at a slightly lower grade from me stocky officer, who was assigned the only woman. - better could handle the liquidation of the man.
- I remind you, Obersturmfuhrer Kaiser that the only reason why you are still in one piece, it's ridiculous equality forced upon us from administratorus.
Chauvinist bastard. I'll have your job - I thought.
- What does not detract from the essence of the best understanding that woman before liquidation.
Keller sighed deeply, looking at me with hatred in his eyes. He did not like how I was right. Are you afraid of the job, I thought. Serves you right, old useless motherfucker.
- Scharfuhrer Spielman - Keller snapped, all the while looking me straight in the eye. -
Please specify folders with Obersturmfuhrer Kaiser.
Refrain from a triumphant smile was not for me. It was rather deeply ingrained habit.
And now, after almost three weeks of investigation and tracking allocated women I was waiting for her in the dark alley. She entered straight into my trap, and the only thing I had to do was react at the right time.
This job was getting almost too easy.
Though I must admit that this woman was a bit harder than usual. She was good at camouflage, often changed the names and apartment, extremely discreet and extremely
cautious actions. If it was not cowardice clumsiness and her colleagues from the interview, finding her would be much more difficult.
A connector, which was to meet that night and that feeling applied to the barrel temples turned out, not to be so brave as he thought he is, he revealed to me, even from witch side that woman will come, he was begging for mercy.
I left his body where it fell. Let the Brits know who betrayed them.
I puffed up, just once a cigarette when I heard steady footstep. After a short time, dark silhouette appeared in my field of vision.
I recognized her right away. Slim, sleek, high. A sudden gust of wind blew her hair, but she doesn't even a little slowed. She knew that she had little time. She wanted to provide information, about which she tried over the last few days. But she wasn't aware of the fact that, there is no longer anyone to pass them, but the only reason which she managed to get them, is that I does not disturb her.
And yet I could. At any moment.
Also, now I gave her a huge opportunity. I do not know why. But it always there a variety of boring work.
I watched her closely when she flashed down the street, no more than two meters away from me. I might as well shoot it right away, not moving even from space.
It would be enough to pull the gun from his holster, aim, and pull the trigger. The same as always. And then I would not have a chance.
I do not misses. I do not have time for mistakes.
But instead I turned off the cigarette and went for it. Heavily saturated ether gauze seemed to gravitate to my hand, more than a gun strapped to my belt.
The first dozen meters I traveled following the same wall building, outside the light of the streetlights. I was not afraid, of course. She did not have a chance with me. But from
the same reason I did not want to look back too early.
Only when I was a few meters away from her, I broke away from the wall and walked out of the shadow. She quickened her pace, and she must have heard me, because she tried to turn around violently.
She failed.
Her limp body slumped into my arms, when soaked in ether gauze I cut her oxygen supply.
I threw myself on her arm around the neck, hugged her waist and I pulled her to the car. But that's nothing. Poorly, I did when twenty minutes later I stopped the car under the apartment building where I lived, and I thought of the stairs, which were divided me and still unconscious, much higher than I am, woman of my flat.- Damn ... - I growled, barely pulling her from the back seat and moving towards door, making sure that in the area there were no witnesses.
I would not want to find them and kill, and my people barely coped with shooting unarmed victims, let alone something like this.
Relieved, I put the woman on the bed, then I sat down on it so hard. No losing a time I took off her scarf and began to unbutton black coat, which she wore.
Shirt underneath was a bit wet around the neck, adjacent to her skin.
I brushed her wet hair on the pillow. I gave her an attentive gaze, rising to reach for the handcuffs.
- You're lucky, you're so damn hot and snappy - I murmured, glancing at her again and sliding my fingers across her lip, before I went to get changed and relax.