Hi, so another chapter is here. Again this is part of a multiple update and the next chapter will develop on the end of this cliffhanger.

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Also anything about Georg's past in the military is based purely on speculation and some historical fact.


Uprising

Chapter 8-Said the Spider to the Fly

Georg Von Trapp finally arrives, there is a deadly confrontation that shows secrets coming to light and a fight of words with Herr Zeller that ends in tragedy for someone.


It had not been that hard to find Herr Zeller. In fact it had been too easy. One simply had to ask where his headquarters were and one got the answer. Georg had said goodbye perhaps forever to the home his wife had treasured for so long and the sisters who had become family-receiving a final blessing and the promises of prayers and then had set off with his stomach in knots.

Herr Zeller however was making this too easy. He reminded Georg of the Captain he had once served under before his own commission in the Navy. He too had been filled with arrogance and made his mistakes simply by trying to prove that he was the one in charge. When you did that you made yourself open to a lot of mistakes and it was easy to learn how to be rectify them.

He had spent the entire day watching the comings and goings of the compound. There was a street opposite it and then an ally and if he could get his girls into that ally then there might be a chance that they could stay hidden until he could get them out of the town. There was a pause where he had watched the guards. Herr Zeller seemed to be surrounded by his own personal guard and a lot of them looked to be young Hitler's Youth and a couple of older officials that he bet they were there in order to keep the newly in charge official in line because Herr Zeller had, had a reputation for a long time before Georg had met him and he was for lack of a better word-deluded.

But in his observations he had learnt somethings. There was a lack of soldiers and all of them were armed with side-arms, there were no machine guns which were a plus and Georg was willing to bet that not many of the younger guards had fired a weapon and if they had it would not have been at anything other than a very close range. And that was a another good thing.

But there was still one thing that he had not counted on and that was his self control and more importantly he had no idea of what conditions either one of his daughters were in. For all he knew they could be hurt, incapacitated or the very worst thing humanly possible that he could imagine-they could not be there-being held at a location and nothing could prepare him mentally for that kind of agony.

Not if he wanted to continue physically going forwards.

Right now he was watching from the back of a car the comings and goings of the entire compound. There was one door and a lot of empty cars around and he could easily slip the lock on one. He looked around, in his pocket he had the numbers for his bank account in Switzerland and he still had enough cash to get them over the border. Once in another country he could access his account and draw on some more cash and could get to his family-and he would cross that bridge when he came to it-and with any luck and a lot of nuns praying for them, he might just escape this and he and his family could wait out the war.

But he still had to find his daughters first.

And that meant at the very least fighting in a way he hadn't done since his thirties and at the very worst preparing to sell his soul to the devil in order to save his children.

He crossed the square then and felt around for his pistol. That would be taken from him he knew but Georg was still a soldier at heart even if he had spent the majority of the war on a boat and he knew that there were other concealed places that one could keep a weapon without it being discovered. Inexperience had cost the Nazi's in this case and Georg knew (because he had spent so much time reading and lying awake thinking about what was going to happen-he had two sons after all) that inexperience would cost them in the long run more and more if this conflict continued.

He didn't do anything foolish like knock on the door, that was a sure way to get himself shot. Instead he waited patiently at the gates until one of the guards saw him and came at him pistol raised. He supposed it might have been simple but he had to play the part of a beaten and broken man and there was only one real way to do that and that was to pretend that the man that he hated above all others had won.

"Really" Georg said as he was patted down and handcuffed and had his gun taken of him. "Boy" And he really was a boy wasn't he? The only person who had a pistol trained on him and his partner-neither one could be older than eighteen and Georg was suddenly painfully aware of Friedrich and what Maria had said-that one day he would look at his two eldest more than any and see that they had grown up and he had missed it. He had lost a lot of good friends in the last war in order to stop a second one and now he had a crushing feeling that it was all for nothing.

"Boy if you were on my ship I can assure you it wouldn't be for long. There are so many ways I could have killed the two of you by now…you should both be thankful that I care more about my children than anything you could ever understand"

And with that he allowed himself to be dragged away down a hallway and into a large room. There was no way of seeing where either one of his daughters were, there was a door leading to a corridor but that was guarded by one more guard. With Herr Zeller that left four to take if it was needed and none of them loaded with anything more than a handgun. If he got one of them and shot well (which he could do a damn sight better than these children) then that left Herr Zeller and while Georg didn't want to hurt boys that could have been his son regardless of the uniform they wore then there was a genuine chance that it would just be him and Zeller and he was sure that the odds were in his favour that he could take him.

If there were more then he was in real trouble.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the door opening and he saw steps that led downwards. It was clear that the only way that he could successfully get his daughters out was if they were brought to him and he could get them to the door he had just been dragged through.

Herr Zeller was reading a piece of paper at his desk. He did not so much as look up when the guards forced him to stand still and Georg felt nothing but irritation mixed in with the constant fear and anger that had been clawing around his whole body since he had looked at his children and realised that two were missing.

He resisted the urge to throw some rather foul language and reminded himself calmly (a voice in his head that sounded a little too like his wife for his own comfort) that his children had to come first. And if that meant biting his tongue then that was what he would do.

Herr Zeller finally looked up and sat back in his chair and Georg resisted the urge to roll his eyes with perhaps the most intense difficulty he had ever experienced. Herr Zeller was trying to pretend that he was a man of great importance and that Georg was nothing to him but another problem that needed to be crossed off on his way to wining the war between him and the world and Georg who had spent most of his entire military career either working with or more than likely working under men such as this and knew he was failing, clearly.

There was a pause where the two of them looked at each other and then Herr Zeller finally spoke in a voice dripping with smugness that made Georg curl his hands into fists. He closed his eyes for a brief second and thought of his daughters, Liesl and Brigitta, his girls who were the only two in his family who had inherited his first wife's particular shade of dark eyes.

"Well Captain Von Trapp, we meet again. As you can see this time there is no Austrian flag-only the flag of the Nazi party." He pointed at the flag behind him and Georg noticed for the first time that the red and black were hanging from behind his desk. This time he couldn't even hide the distain he felt now. His lip curled but he still didn't say anything. He stood ramrod straight and looked down at the man that was holding his children hostage in his war games.

"Where are my children?" He said finally through gritted teeth. The urge to see his children, to look upon them and ensure that they were not hurt physically…to hold them in his arms as much for his benefit as for theirs was overwhelming.

"Safe" Was all Herr Zeller said. Considering he had been the one that had put them in this position that wasn't really very much. Georg took a deep breath and resisted with another violent urge the desire to try and see how far he could get with punching this odious little man before he was stopped.

"My children have nothing to do with this…vendetta…between the two of us and you know it" he said finally. "They are innocent. You can do what you want with me but you can let them go"

"Let them go?" It was if he had said something particularly funny and Georg felt another bubble of panic rise in him only to quash it before it became obvious what was happening. The longer he kept this man talking he knew the more he would give away.

"Let go the children of a known traitor to Austria? Tell me Captain if you were serving under my command would you have let them go? This is being said from the Spider to the Fly?"

Georg ignored that dig at his service record which had been his whole life since he had turned sixteen and wanted to see what was beyond the while alps-a lanky teenager with pointed elbows and a lot of anger had been what he had been and he had thrived in the Navy like so many boys do when they had a decent meal and something to do for the first time in their lives. Instead he closed his eyes for a second, imagined what Maria would say to him if he was there right now, thought for the briefest second and Agathe who was so like Liesl and how he had never noticed until the moment where both of them could be gone and then opened his eyes.

Whatever he was about to say was rudely cut off when a soldier opened the door. He was clutching some kind of file and he whispered something in Herr Zeller's ears. Georg watched with interest picking up on anything and everything. Herr Zeller looked furious and then muttered something in German. Georg whose own German was not quite fluent struggled to understand it but got hold of the word 'dispose'. Herr Zeller turned around then and smiled at him with all his teeth showing.

"Perhaps Captain Von Trapp you will get to see your daughters tonight"

And then there was a clear shot into the still afternoon. A gunshot, a kill shot considering that it was not repeated and then in the still moment where everything was still golden Georg heard a scream pierce the air. A female…one of his daughter was screaming. It was one clear sound and then it died away as if the person had died away.

And Georg didn't hear anything else for a very long time.


Next Chapter-The events of what happened in the previous chapter are explored and someone is about to die.

Yeah not so much a cliffhanger as the next chapter should be published with this one so...enjoy and let me know what you thought.