Chapter 3
"Tell me why we are sending the most wanted man in the entire world into the heart of Berlin?" Anya asked, her voice filled with both frustration and worry.
"It's the last thing they would ever expect!" Grace joked, a smile running across her face. "C'mon girl, its ol' 'Terror Billy' we are talking about here. You could place him in a room with a hundred Übersoldaten and he would come out the other end asking for a sandwich. Besides, he ain't super recognizable at the moment…"
"You got that right" Blaskowitz interrupted, entering the command deck from the main hall.
Everybody at the table turned to get a good look at him, and aside from his wall-of-muscle physique, they could hardly see their friend in the man standing before them. Set had done extensive surgery on B.J.'s scar, leaving his face in pristine smoothness. He had grown a beard as well, covering his jaw and upper lip in a thick dirty-blond coat.
"Damnit Blasko, yah only stopped shaving yesterday and you look like a bloody wolf," Fergus noted. "And I can't even cut anything with this damn arm…" he mumbled, rubbing his whister-strewn chin.
Anya walked up to him and smiled, "you look handsome darling, but are you sure you want to do this?"
Blaskowitz held her hand. "All I have to do is walk into a museum, talk to the director, and set up a meeting with him after hours. It's not as if I am recovering launch codes from a Nazi lunar base or charging into a nuclear wasteland."
They both laughed at his comment, but they were shortly interrupted by Horton slamming his fist on the table.
"If the two of you are done canoodling, you got a briefing to attend to" he quipped.
Blaskowitz let go of Anya's hand, and approached his position at the table. "Okay then, let's hear it."
"All right then, compared to what I have had you do over the last few weeks this is going to be easy. A walk in the park" Grace began, passing files across the table to the various members of the resistance leadership.
"As you know, our target is a certain Colonel Henry Walton Jones. Before the war, he was one of the greatest archeologists in the world. He studied ancient ruins and collected artifacts everywhere from Syria to Peru. He also had a lot of run-ins with the Nazis before the war- most of the files are classified, but it is safe to say that he holds no loyalty to the Reich." Blaskowitz nodded along while reading the mission file that had been prepared for him.
"In 1943, after your report from what you saw in Castle Wolfenstein," Grace pointed at Blaskowitz, "he was sent as an undercover operative in the SS paranormal division, where he attained the rank of Obersturmführer within months. When the war ended, he was still in place, and according to some of Becker's old records, he is still operating under the identity of 'Dr. Hans Josef Schneider.'"
"Now, 'Dr. Schneider' is the director of the Grand Colony Museum in Berlin, where he directs tours and puts that sharp brain of his to waste," Grace said with emphasis on the last syllable. Getting him out should be a piece of cake- just pay to enter the museum, follow the signs to the Director's office, and ask to see him- the standard OSS code phrases should still apply. I know this is below your level, we're sending you because you're the only white boy on this sub with a passable German accent."
"Ich werde dich nieder (severe misstranslation of 'I won't let you down')," B.J. Replied.
"Good now. We are coming up on the Denmark Straight, so you better get to the helicopter. Oh, and one more thing- we are not expecting trouble, and you can't exactly fit that giant laser of yours in your underpants, but you should take a pistol just in case."
With this, Blaskowitz gave her the thumbs up and left with Fergus for the hanger. It's nice to get a break sometimes, but I hope there's a more dangerous mission after this. Can't go too long without killin' Nazis, I might get bored.
W+J
This is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.
As Grace had said, getting in the museum was downright boring- after paying ten Riechmarks at the front entrance the guards just let him walk through the front doors without a word. What he hadn't prepared for, though, was the contents of the museum itself. Strewn across the walls of the main hall were artifacts from America's past, all neatly packed into pristine cases and labeled with such thick propaganda that it would make an OWI agent blush.
The overall complex that B.J. had found himself in was truly enormous, covering about a dozen football fields. The complex consisted of over a dozen buildings in a vast courtyard, each of them dedicated to a different section of the Reich; Deutsch Nordafrika, Falangisten
England, Deutsch Südasien, Südamerika, and Zukunft des Weltraums, amoung others. The largest building, set at the end with an imposing facade overwatching the entire complext, housed a monument to the prize of the Reich: Amerikanische Kolonien- The American Colonies.
As Blaskowitz walked through the Museum, he coud not help but apreciate the scale. The main hall itself was over a hundred yards long, and the sides branched into dozens of halls. According to the map B.J. had taken from the entrance, he could see that these halls all connected to each other, creating a full tour through American history.
On his far left, he could see a hall dedicated to the American 1920's. He could see several Germans marveling at the Ford truck on display in the center, viewing it in the same way one would view a dinosaur. On his right, there was a Sherman tank standing next to a Panzer X, in a hall labeled 'Futility of the resistance.' It appeared to be an entire wing of the museum dedicated to comparing American and Nazi technology.
I told you its past your time. Your childhood's ancient, too long ago to remember. America… How can we lead a revolution for an idea that's collecting dust?
As he moved his way past a tour group full of children, he spotted an interesting display case labeled "The Crimes and Execution of Captain Blaskowitz," its shelves empty and its windows covered with a "coming soon" banner. At this, he chuckled.
They really dropped the ball with that one.
At the end of the hall stood a grand staircase beneath a massive painting, and B.J. determined from the brochure that the director's office should be up the stairs and at the end of the hall. Before he could take a first step, however, his musings on the façade surrounding him were silenced by a deafening BOOM!
Blaskowitz quickly turned to identify the source of the sound at the other end of the second floor. A large, important-looking door had slammed open, and a Nazi officer walked out, shouting back into the room. B.J. could see bodies lying on the floor of the office, evidence of a tough fight, but his attention was drawn to the two soldiers under the officer's attention, dragging an unconscious man into the hallway. The man was dressed in a classical suit and tie, and, aside from the Nazis holding his shoulders and the handcuffs on his wrists, he looked like a very important individual.
"Shit!" He interjected, running his way up the rest of the stairwell.
"William? Are you okay in there?" Anya asked over the radio.
"The damn Nazis got to him first. I guess I have to do this the hard way." Blaskowitz looked at the pistol as he pulled it from his coat, noting that he only had one magazine of ammunition. "Next time" he said, cocking the pistol, "I am bringing my fucking laser."
