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Chapter 13
Shuddering in the cold, Gilbert quietly walked up to the building Strauffenburg had told him to report to. Looking around, he found the area desolate, besides for the run down building.
This the right place…?
He walked up to the door, and knocked on it. "Hello..?"
A hard voice growled through the door "Password?"
Gilbert groaned. "I wasn't told! I just got this piece of paper from—"
"Password! Think!" the sharp voice cut off
"Uh…Nazi's suck? Our Germany..? Screw Hitler..? Let the Reich die..?" he started randomly guessing
"I'm two seconds from blasting your guts out."
Well he's quite the people person…
"Valkyrie?" he asked, wincing in fear of being shot
"Oh look! You do have a brain!" the voice growled as the door swung open.
Gil walked in, the door slamming behind him. The room was small, and packed with over 50 people. The lights were off, save for one, which was above a small riser, where Strauffenburg stood. The other men were either standing or sitting, and Gil slipped into the corner, eyes on front of the room.
"I do believe we're ready to start, please, quiet." Strauffenburg asked, voice easily heard through the room.
"Hitler will have a meeting with several important people, political and militaristic. Our job is to kill them all, and then take power before the rest of the SS overwhelm us. Our foremost job is to make a treaty and end the war before we are overrun. If you are in this room for power, leave. You will find no permanent power here. The meeting is tomorrow, and we have little time to fully plan this out.[1] The general idea is for one of us in this room, to take this briefcase with a bomb in it and plant it next to Hitler, then leave. We will have a different bomb ready should this fail.[2] Now, the penalty for failing is death. The penalty for attempting this is death. But men were born to die. Yes, this is a high stake game, but we're playing poker with the Devil…but your souls on the line." He fell silent for a moment and let the words sink in
"If you are not a gambler, if your heart is not in this, if you are not willing to die, please take your leave."
A few men rose and left, the door closing loudly behind them.
"Ah, faint hearts… The rest of you stand ready, you will be contacted if needed, dismissed."
Gil turned to leave but he felt a hand and his shoulder and turned to face Strauffenburg.
"I need you here still."
Gil shrugged and followed.
Wonder what for…
He was lead to a huddle of seven men, around a map and a few other papers.
"You can coordinate things correct?"
Gil nodded.
"This team will be carrying in the bomb. Lars is carrying the case, he is in the political ring, low enough to be unnoticed, high enough to get it. Then there's Marko and Johann are the bomb technicians, they've made it. Gunther is your driver, Adler is your eyes, he will watch the meeting for any changes, Gregor is your running, in case the communication is cut off, and here is your planner and head of operation, Nikolas." He pointed to each man as he spoke, and Gil nodded to each.
"All that is missing, is a high SS officer who can control a tense situation. Nikolas, is a planner, not a commander."
A thin middle aged man smiled slightly "I cannot deny nor approve that statement."
"We will meet here at six am, the meeting starts at nine." And with that, he walked off.
"So, who the hell are you?" a dark haired, thin man asked, shadows hiding his face.
"I'm Gilbert…Prussian general…and ex-SS."
"You don't look much of anything." The same man muttered
"Oh mind your tongue Johann!" another man snapped, his blonde hair over his eyes. He extended his hand "I'm Lars. Excuse Johann…"
He shook his hand "No it's alright…"
"So why are you here eh? Shouldn't you be hiding in Prussia?" a strongly built hand growled.
"No…I'm here to save my brother from this madness."
He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Nikolas "Gunther, you mind what you say. He is here to help, now leave it be, all of you."
The men fell silent, clearly holding respect for the man.
"As Claus said, be here a six am, and do not delay. This is important. And quit your bickering while you're at it." He spoke calmly, but words held a silent threat. He rose, and left. The others followed shortly after, and Gil sighed.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
Aha, right, a conspiracy and an assassination!
He shook his head, and went home.
Ludwig was packing papers in a small bag, as he was one of the men to be at the meeting in the morning.
"If one soldier steps out of line in my leave, it's your head." He growled at one of the officers.
The man shook with fear "Y-yes sir!"
Taking the case, he stormed off, getting into a car and being driven to the meeting. The night was late and by the time he reached the building, it was already early morning.
Ludwig sighed heavily, and got from the car.
"You better park close. Be at the curb when I walk out." He snarled, then trudged up the steps into the building, shutting the huge grand doors behind him.
Little did he or any of the officers know, that all hell was about to rain down on them and their Reich.

Next chapter will be longer, sorry for this being shortish. Thanks for reading, and please review, motivation is lovely.

[1] Not true, was actually planned but I'm not writing that all
[2] Did have it, though it wasn't set up…