WW2 Spy Stories:- Operation Foxley

[Stormtrooper1990]

In a little departure from Ellana's saga, we are taken back to WW2 in the first of an assassination double bill. It's mid October 1942, Operation Barbarossa is in full swing and the western allies have just begun to push back Rommel in North Africa but victory is far from certain. In a bid to end the war quickly and decisively, the British SOE have launched Operation Foxley; the assassination of Adolf Hitler. After months of planning, British intelligence have found a suitable point of attack Hitlers personal train which runs across southern Germany to his southern headquarters, Adler Süd one of many headquarters that Hitler as dotted all over occupied Europe. On the night of October 25th 1942, SOE under the guise of a bombing raid on the southern city of Munich have dropped SOE trained German Jew Ella Rosenberg back into her home country to kill a monster and avenge her family all at once. This is her story...



Ramsener Strasse Swiss-German Border Crossing July 10th 1941 14:00pm



"Run! Run for your life!" Cried Gunther Rosenberg to his wife, Eva and 22 year old daughter Ella as he and his eldest son Emil rushed the Wehrmacht soldiers despite being out numbered and unarmed. Holding her mother's hand tight, Ella run towards the Swiss border post who were already shouldering their arms moving towards the gate. The sound of pained grunts and sickening wet thuds from behind her told Ella that the soldiers had already subdued her father and brother but she couldn't look back, it could very well mean the death of herself and her mother. Hearing the crunching of jackboots, the young Jewish and her mother picked up the pace, seeing the border crossing in sight but Ella could feel her mother's hand gradually slip from her own until eventually Eva Rosenberg hit the ground. Stopping to pick up her mum Ella cried "Mama come on, I'am not going to leave you!" Frieda waved her daughter off. "No, Ella! Run! Save yourself don't stop or you'll die! Leave me!" Looking up seeing a German soldier level his rifle, Ella reluctantly turned from her mother running as fast as she could towards the opening border gate. "Help me please!" She cried to the Swiss guards who immediately leveled their rifles at the German soldiers, covering her retreat. She ran into the arms of a swiss sergeant who held her shivering form gently by her shoulders. "It's alright, fraulein. You're safe now." Hearing the large gates close behind her, Ella whipped around to see a German lieutenant approach the gate as his dragged her mother away who was smiling at her.


"That woman is an enemy of the party, sergeant. I demand you hand her over." The brave sergeant gently handed Ella to one of his men before he approached the gate. "She is now in the Federal Republic of Switzerland, herr leutnant you cannot have her. Not unless your führer wishes to blitzkrieg his way through these gates. I know what you Nazis are like." The lieutenant smiled cocking his blonde head, peaked cap set at a jaunty angle. "You swiss always hiding behind your neutrality. Not that it did Belgium or the Dutch much good." Looking at Ella with a look of revulsion he simply sighed. "Fine you want the Jewess then take her, go have yourself some fun maybe it will help you work that stick out your asses. I already have what I came for, four less Jews in the fatherland." Shooting the officer a look of hatred, Ella watched the man leave. "Soldier! Fetch the fraulein some food and a blanket." Hearing the sergeant she looked up glancing at her reflection in the border post window. Her beautiful slightly squared features, high cheekbones and almond shaped blue eyes gaunt with fear, blonde hair tied into a small bun. Ella stared at the naive girl, barely recognising her noticing the flicker of hate and vengeance beginning to stir behind those eyes. "Miss? Is everything all right?" Ella heard a British accent at her shoulder turning she awoke...



RAF Lancaster, 25,000 ft above Southern Germany, Wednesday October 25th 1942, 22:15pm


"Sergeant?"'Ella awoke to see a handsome young RAF crewman standing over her, hand on her shoulder. She smiled at the friendly face feeling the aircraft shake with the turbulence, the inverted chevrons on his uniform marking him as a flight sergeant. "Sorry, I just drifted off that's all." The man shook his head. "Seriously? The jerries are spitting Ack-Ack up at us and we are heading towards the drop zone. Hardly time for a nap, miss." Ella thought she could hear distant sounds of explosions over the din of the Lancaster's four engines. In fact very little had fazed the young German Jew after spending a year in Britain dodging bombs and being trained as an instrument of vengeance. After landing in Britain, Ella had first joined the Special Operations Executive as a signaller in the Jewish Brigade but soon jumped at the chance to receive special commando training, anything to take the fight to the hated Nazis. It was here she met her lover, Lieutenant Benjamin Cohen a British Jew who had taught her everything she knew about the art of disguise and infiltration, to kill without any remorse and assume their identities, using only a piano wire garrote as her weapon of choice. Skills she would sorely need if she were to succeed in the most important yet risky operation of the war; to kill Adolf Hitler on board his private train. Ella had known when Ben had recommended her to the mission that it would most likely be a suicide mission, but she wasn't afraid to die if it meant that the most evil man in Europe would die by her hand. The night before, she and Ben had engaged in a night of passion where he promised her that if she were to return he would marry her on the spot. He's given me something to fight for, so I'am going to fight like hell to see this through and have a hell of a story to tell the grandchildren. She smiled looking at the photos of her family and her fiancé.


"Is that your family? Where are they now, if you don't mind me asking?" Enquired the young flight sergeant. Ella looked wistfully at the photo of her father, mother and older brother trying to recall happier times in their apartment in Berlin but every time she tried, she always went back to that day at the border checkpoint. "They are far away by now. Dead for all I know." She said darkly looking up from the photograph as the RAF man nodded knowing exactly what she meant. "Could you do me a favour, sergeant?" The young man smiled. "Of course. What would you have me do?" She took his hand giving him the portraits. "Could you give these to my fiancé, Lieutenant Benjamin Cohen in Whitehall? Just in case I don't make it. Say to him that I love him and I did my duty." The man secreted the pictures in his jacket pocket. "Sure but I sooner you tell him yourself." Before she could answer, she noticed the green light flash over the airman's shoulder. "We are over the drop zone. Watch yourself it's a little choppy out tonight." Came the pilots voice from the cockpit. Feeling the gush of cool evening air over her face as the bomb bay doors opened, Ella made last minute checks to her parachute and helmet. "Good luck, miss." The sergeant gave her a thumbs up. Returning the gesture she took a deep breath jumping into the cool German evening.



2km outside the town of Ebersberg, Southern Germany 21:25pm


Pulling her chute cord, Ella felt the familiar tug behind her navel as her parachute deployed slowing her descent. Aiming for a small parch of bushes Ella could see the bright glow of tracer fire coming from the German Anti Air positions tracing streaks across her retina's and the drone of British bombers flying overhead towards Munich preparing to rain hellfire on the nazi scourge who lived there. With ground rushing up to meet her, Ella aimed for a small clearing tucking her legs in like Ben showed her in basic training. Letting out a small grunt, the young agent hit the grunt with a soft grunt before kneeling and unclipping her chute rolling it up. In doing so, she froze hearing two voices speaking rapid German, one male the other a softer female voice. Crouching low Ella snuck into the cover of bushes towards the source.


It was two young Germans; one a young man dressed in the uniform of the Wehrmacht's Alpine Corps, the tell tale edelweiss badge on his left forearm and coal scuttle helmet a dead giveaway. While the girl, who was of more interest to Ella was a League of German Girl leaning against her bicycle wearing a brown jacket with the triangle logo on her left sleeve and long black skirt down to her ankles with matching shoes and white ankle socks. Under her jacket was a white blouse with black ribbon tie cinched to her throat. A flat black cap resting on the crown of her dark brown hair braided into a long ponytail, completed the look. The girl with her smooth heart shaped features and soft brown eyes, was pretty and around 18 if Ella was any judge. She smiled appraising the girl. Hmm? She's a little young but that hardly matters. Her clothing looks to be my size and that bicycle will get me into the town. I can blend in easily as her. She will be the first one to die. I just need them to separate, then she's all mine Taking out her piano wire garrote, Ella flexed it in anticipation of the kill creeping silently towards the couple.


"Oh Hans, I don't think I could stand another night of these incessant nightly raids I haven't had a wink of sleep." Sighed 18 year old Liesel Kessler as she hugged her boyfriend Soldat Hans Klinsmann. "I can't help but wonder if one night there will be bomb with my name on it." 19 year old Hans gently pulled on of the embrace, holding her gently by her shoulders. "Don't worry, Liesel meine liebschen. I will protect you from those big nasty British bombs. Besides, the Luftwaffe as it in hand they will teach the Englanders a harsh lesson tonight." Liesel nodded feeling slightly reassured at his words. "You always know what to say to comfort me Hans, it's one of the things I love about you." Her lover winked before planting a passionate kiss on her young lips. "Here, something to keep you company until morning. Now go home, love before either your mum gets worried or you catch your death of cold. I have to keep a look out for any British pilots." He said shouldering his rifle, giving Liesel's hand a little squeeze before he walked away. Giggling as she watched her handsome boyfriends ass travel, she didn't notice the thin metal wire that had looped around her neck. When one vicious tug, her giggles turned to a strangled squeak the last thing she heard was the sound of her trachea being crushed as she was pulled into the shadowy bushes behind her.


Ignoring the cold accusing stare from the dead BDM girl, Ella dragged her deeper into the bushes using her garrote. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy taking her life. Enduring all that abuse at their hands. One less nazi in the world... Satisfied that she and the girl had privacy, Ella unlooped the garrote from the girls slender throat admiring the thin red line left behind by her handiwork the cut was shallow and had drew a little blood but not enough to sully her clothes and had crushed the windpipe cleanly, which was a blessing. Closing the girl's cold dead eyes, Ella searched her pockets pulling out her identity papers. "Liesel Kessler, 18, time to become you." She said to the girls corpse stripping out of her green British battle dress. Not feeling particularly squeamish, Ella got to work stripping Liesel's corpse. First she unwound the girls braid, copying her ponytail then removed her hat, shoes and socks before leaning the girls body against her unbuttoning the jacket and slipping it from her shoulders. Letting Liesel flop down back onto the grass, Ella loosened the girl's tie then unfastened her short sleeve blouse revealing small B-cup breasts enveloped by a frilly white lace bra. Ella cocked her head. Hmm? I'am wearing a slip and I doubt it would sit particularly well under the outfit. Looks like I will be taking that too... Shrugging she unbelted Liesel's skirt, working it off her hips and whipping it down off her long legs revealing a matching pair of frilly white lace trim briefs covering her modesty. I'am glad that I don't really need her knickers. she thought stripping off the rest off the blouse, rolling the girls' body onto it's side unhooking her bra to expose small B-cups buoyant with youth with dark pink perky areolas. Feeling not an ounce of remorse for her half naked victim, Ella pulled off her slip then quickly got dressed in Liesel's uniform including her bra.



Now fully dressed in Liesel Kessler's clothing, Ella dragged the half naked petite girl over to the parachute cocooning her inside, along with her slip and battledress concealing her body in the bushes. When she was finished, Ellana swapped the photograph in Liesel's identity papers with her own then setting the girl's hat on her head, pocketing her garrote she hopped onto the bicycle. Checking that Hans was nowhere in sight, Ella started to peddle following the signs to Ebersberg beginning the mission in earnest.



Outskirts of Ebersberg, Thursday 26th October 1942, 09:00am



Spending the night in an abandoned barn Ella reviewed the details of her mission, using those to plan her next move. She and Ben had chosen the small railway town of Ebersberg as the point where they would intercept the führer's train. According to intelligence they had received from a captured member of Hitler's SS bodyguard, the train would make a brief half an hour stop at Ebersberg at exactly 10:00am to take on supplies and take on water before heading to Adler Süd. The man had also revealed that the train had a small rat problem and was stocked with rat poison in the trains galley, which only the waitress that made Hitler's tea had access to. It would be the perfect opportunity for an agent to infiltrate the train and poison Hitler. Cutting the head off the snake. All that would be needed was another disguise to get onto the train and ultimately to the waitress herself. After all, there was no way that would let on a BDM girl and it was only a matter of time until Liesel's body was discovered so she needed to move fast. Straddling the bike, Ella stretched out a yawn before peddling towards Ebersberg.


Ebersberg, Bavaria Southern Germany 09:30am


Her disguise was perfect many of the townspeople had stopped to greet her, calling her a "Beautiful example of an Aryan girl." And perhaps the most amusing from a young mother. "A role model to her daughter, who would be joining the BDM next year." Ella chuckled. It's a good thing none of them pay much attention to the race laws. Then again I look more Aryan then Jewish, it was one of the reasons I was chosen for this operation. Feeling the cool alpine air on her face Ella biked towards the regional Gestapo building, a three storey brick structure which wasn't to far from the towns train station looking for a suitable disguise. After five minutes of scoping out the building from across the street, Ella spied a young SS Helfrinnen emerge from from a side door clutching a packet of cigarettes. She was an attractive woman with gently freckled rounded features, high cheekbones and pale green eyes, her shoulder length auburn hair done into bunches under her olive green SS side cap. She was wearing a matching uniform of green jacket, SS runes and eagle on her left sleeve the collar tabs marking her as a lieutenant, knee length skirt with brown leather pumps. Underneath which was a white blouse. Hmm? She's just about my size and looks quite nervous but does she have authorisation to get onto the train? Well there's one way to find out.... Smiling she biked across the street towards the woman.



24 year old Frieda Hennig looked up from lighting her cigarette to see a pretty blonde BDM girl cycle towards her. "Guten Mörgen, fraulein. What brings you out on this gray miserable day?" She asked after taking a drag from her cigarette, blowing out a steady stream of blue smoke. The pretty blonde hopped off her bike flashing her a warm friendly smile. " Could I have one of those? I have had a long night and didn't get much sleep, thanks to the British." Frieda nodded taking out her packet, holding out a white stick for the blonde who accepted. "I here you, fraulein. I spent all night huddling in the bomb shelter wishing my beloved Gunther was here, instead of being on the eastern front. I know it's none of my business, but you know these things will kill you right?" She said lighting the cigarette, the girl laughed taking a long drag before replying. "So will the British bombs." The two women laughed shaking their heads, blowing out smoke rings. "I don't believe I have seen you around here before, fraulein. What's your name?" The blonde paused to take another hit of nicotine then took out her papers. "Liesel Kessler, I've only just been transferred from Munich to escape the air raids." Frieda smiled at the attractive girl. "Pleased to meet you, Liesel. I'am Leutnant Frieda Hennig, Secretary to Captain Priller." Liesel tapped ash from her cigarette. "Well that sounds very important, doing your bit for the fatherland."


Frieda's face reddened with embarrassment, as she took a short drag. " Most days it's really quite boring but not today!" She said with barely contained excitement. Liesel blew out a steady of blue smoke. "Oh? Is this about the Führer stopping on his way to his bunker?" Frieda nodded with enthusiasm. "That's right, I have been given permission to board to the train! I'am going to be delivering a report to Herr Hitler himself, it's there on my desk just outside his office! I'am so excited!" Liesel flashed her an odd smile stamping out her end. "You don't say, Frieda? Well I'am afraid that you won't be making that train but I will be in your place." Frieda suddenly felt a trickle of fear down her spine, she reared back confused. "W-what? I don't understand-ugh!!" Not seeing the piano wire loop around her neck, Frieda felt Liesel kick her legs from under her forcing her to her knees then yanked back hard. The young Leutnant let out a strangled choke as her windpipe was crushed instantly, she slumped dead into Liesel's wire with a low death rattle the light leaving her eyes her cigarette falling from her limp fingers. "Thanks, you stupid nazi bitch, I have a train to catch." Hissed Ella into the dead girl's ear, dragging her corpse behind the dumpster with her wire.


After retrieving Frieda's cap which had fallen off in the struggle, Ella quickly stripped out of Liesel's uniform then knelt by the dead but pretty Frieda starting to undress the Helfrinnen . Once again she admired her handiwork as she removed the woman's jacket from her shoulders, taking pride in the deep red line that graced the once pretty neck of Frieda Hennig. It felt good to squeeze the life out of this Nazi, a pretty but worthless girl who blindly follows a madman. The world is better off without her... Ella unbuttoned the woman's blouse opening it out to prevent the blood from the wound sullying the garment revealing firm c-cup breasts covered by a long black cotton slip, with a hint of a matching bra underneath. Rolling the dead girl onto her side, Ella unbuckled her shoes from her feet covered by translucent tights then unzipped her skirt from the rear whipping the garment from around her hips and drown he long stocking covered legs. As an afterthought Ella had decided to take the woman's tights. It will help sell the disguise better and won't raise any red flags, plus they are of a good quality it would be a shame to leave them on the corpse. She won't be needing them. Rolling up Frieda's slip, Ella caught a glimpse of low waist matching briefs covering her modesty, as she gently peeled the tights off Frieda's body taking care not to ladder them. It's a pity I don't really need her underwear, leaving her naked would be a fitting punishment. Ella thought getting dressed in Frieda's uniform including her tights and wedding ring. Once she had copied the woman's hairstyle, she scooped up the scantily clad still cooling corpse tipping her into the dumpster like trash along with Liesel's uniform then made the necessary adjustments to Frieda's ID papers. Then straightening the stolen cap Ella entered the Gestapo building.



The Gestapo Building, Ebersberg, 09:45am


Looking the part of a stuck up arrogant nazi, Ella used her disguise to it's fullest walking through the near deserted officers the stolen uniform which fit her quite well, allowing her to pass through without a second glance. Following the signs to Captain Priller's office, Ella found the slightly thick file sitting right where the foolish girl Frieda would said it would be. Wasting no time, she picked up the file then swept from the room retracing her steps back to the main entrance stalking through halls decorated with the nazi swastika.


Platform 3, Ebersberg Train Station 09:55am


Bouncing on her feet with trepidation on the platform which had the usual small crowd waiting to catch a glimpse of their Führer, Ella awaited the arrival of the Führer Tain feeling an odd mixture of anticipation but also fear. SOE was well aware of Hitler's habit of changing his routines on a whim and of his so-called self proclaimed "providence" when it came to cheating death. Benjamin, herself and the planners of Foxley had planned for every contingency. They had all agreed that if Hitler was a no show or somehow had gotten wind of a possible escape attempt, then Ella would make her way to the Swiss border and exfil from there. She chuckled the feeling of Déjà Vû wasn't lost on her. Suddenly the sound of a steam locomotive coming from her left shook back to the present. Ella turned to see the imposing führer Train, an imposing mix of luxury and military practicality. The train was protected by at least four AA batteries on separate cars, along with armoured cars bristling with 37mm PaK anti tank guns and MG42 emplacements. Complimented by at least two train cars packed with elite Waffen-SS bodyguards. I'am definitely in the lions den, now. Courage Ella... She steeled herself as the train screeched to a halt.


Some of the SS troopers were filing out of the train to stretch their legs, all armed with either Kar 98k rifles, MP40 machine pistols or the older Bergmann M1938 sub machine guns. Ahead of her the door to the stateroom car opened to reveal a corpulent nazi, with balding dark black hair and sharp olive green uniform. Ella blinked has she looked into the cold blue eyes of Martin Bohrmann, Hitler's general secretary. "Heil Hitler!" The man snapped off a textbook party salute which Ella returned with precision. "Who are you, fraulein? And what business do you have with the Führer?" Ella quickly presented her stolen ID papers. "Leutnant Frieda Hennig, secretary to Gestapo captain Herr Priller. I'am expected to hand this report on the number of Jews deported east, sir." After flicking through the papers, Bohrmann handed them back with a smile. "Ah of course, Leutnant Hennig. My apologies. I spoke at length to Priller to grant you this audience, only yesterday. I hope I can count on his loyalty in the future?" Ella caught unawares by the sudden question reacted quickly. "Of course, Herr Bohrmann. The captain knows and appreciates your trust." The Nazi nodded. "Very well, fraulein. Come let's not keep the Führer waiting my dear." Opening the door wide he beckoned Ella onto the train.



The Führer Train, 9:58am


Following Bohrmann deeper into the idling train, Ella passed a young pretty blonde serving girl that bore a remarkable resemblance to her right down a similar facial structure and eye colour. The only difference being her slightly lighter honey blonde hair that was braided in the traditional Bavarian way with green ribbons that matched her green frilly lace hem skirt, with an apron tied around the middle. The rest off the outfit consisted of a tight white low cut short sleeve shirt that emphasised her cleavage, supported by a black floral embroidered corset laced around her chest. Hmm? She's just about right and looks just like me, I doubt Hitler even sees her face to him she's just a uniform. This could work out better than expected. Finishing her appraisal as the girl disappeared, Ella and Bohrmann entered Hitler's private car.


Hitler's Private Car

There sat in a chintz armchair in the centre of the car, opposite a flamboyantly dressed man even wider than Bohrmann wearing an elaborate sky blue uniform with peaked cap to match, who could only be Hermann Goring was the small unassuming figure of Adolf Hitler. Ella had found it hard to believe that this unimpressive little despot was responsible for the murder of so many innocent people, and dragging her beloved Germany down into the gutter of depravity. I'am going to enjoy seeing these men die by my hand. Bohrmann cleared his throat, snapping off a quick salute. "Mein Führer. May I present Leutnant Frieda Hennig of the Gestapo." Hitler looked up from his copy of Volkische Beobachter flashing her a warm smile as he placed his paper to one side, rising from his chair. Despite making her skin crawl, Ella kept her composure clicking her heels snapping off a quick but formal salute. "Mein Führer! It's quite the honour to meet you in person." Hitler grinned placing a fatherly hand on her shoulder. "No the honour is mine, fraulein Leutnant to meet the perfect ideal of the Aryan woman. You are an example to us all." He said gently squeezing her shoulder which caused ripples of revulsion to pass through her. "Thank you mein Führer, my Gunther says that all the time."


The Führer nodded taking his hand from her shoulder. "Where is your husband, fraulein?" Ella briefly recalled what the stupid little chatterbox told her before her untimely death. "He's fighting for the fatherland on the eastern front, against the Bolshevik hordes, mein Führer." Hitler glanced at the others then back to her. "Then you are both credits to the fatherland. It was a pleasure to meet you, fraulein. Leave the file with us and avail yourself of anything from the galley before we depart, you've earned it. It's just three cars down." Flashing him a quick salute as he sat back down, Ella thanked him. "That's too kind, mein Führer thank you." Doing as she was instructed, Ella stalked from the car a wide grin on her face leaving the three Nazis to their business.


The Galley Car 10:06am


22 year old Katrin Müeller busied herself with preparing the tea for the Führer, Bohrmann and Goring smiling as she enjoyed her work. I know it's only a small thing but I'am doing my bit for the fatherland, preparing the Führers meal whenever he's on his train. It's really quite the honour. I just wish that he would notice me but no, he's too wrapped up in that jumped up bitch Eva Braun. I know who I would like to have been noticed by, that pretty Helfrinnen I passed by. We look exactly alike, I mean we could be sisters. Yes, I would like to get to know her better. The sound of the galley door opening from behind her made Katrin spin around. She smiled seeing the sweet face of the SS Helfrinnen from earlier. "Hey are you sure you're allowed in here, fraulein?" She joked. The Leutnant giggled playfully, flashing her a wink. "It's okay, I have the Führer's blessing. Can I help myself to a couple of things, before I go?" Katrin smiled turning back to her tea. "By all means, help yourself pretty. And call me Katrin." But the girl only inched closer. "Is that the Führer's tea?" She asked as Katrin nodded. "Mhm, Heers Bohrmann and Goring too." "Excellent." Suddenly without warning Katrin felt a hand cup her chin then another behind her head. Before she could scream, Katrin felt her head being wrenched to the left vertebrae parting with a sickening crunch. The young waitress slumped dead into the Helfrinnen's arms without a sound.



Feeling nothing for the waitress whose life she had just snuffed out, Ella lowered the dead girl to the floor quickly stripping out of Frieda's uniform admiring the bruising around Katrin's neck. I would have preferred to garrote her but it's too cramped in here. Besides, a neck break is quick and clean. Now wearing only her white knickers, Ella began to undress the dead girl. First she unbuckled the shoes slipping them off Katrin's feet along with her socks, before unbraiding her hair copying her pigtails. Rolling the corpse onto her side, Ella unlaced the girls bodice stripping it from her slender shoulders then unzipping the skirt from the rear whipped it from her slender hips and down her long legs in one smooth motion, revealing a modesty protected by frilly lace trim cream satin low cut knickers. Cute undergarments if a little upmarket for a mere waitress. A suitor perhaps? Shrugging, Ella undone Katrin's blouse folding it open to expose firm and perky c-cup breasts with puffy light pink full areolas. Feeling the train begin to move from the station, Ellana quickly dressed in the waitresses clothes, including her studded earrings.


Now fully dressed, Ella waited until the train was well clear off the station before scooping up Katrin's athletic half naked body, clad only in her underwear. Opening the galley window, she rested the corpse onto the window ledge before tipping it over the edge were it hit the ground beside the track rolling into the ditch out of sight. Smiling she slammed the window shut then stashed the discarded Helfrinnen uniform in a cupboard. With the evidence disposed of, Ella located the rat poison, filled with arsenic hidden away in a overhead cupboard then got to work poisoning the tea. They should be dead in a matter of minutes, I know I'am going off mission with Bohrmann and Göering but Ben would understand going after targets of opportunity. With her deadly work done, Ellana took a kitchen knife from the table, just in case then putting the tea onto a silver tray carefully left the galley ready for her date with destiny.


Hitler's Private Car 10:15am


As Ella re-entered the train car she found Hitler deep in conversation with Göering and Bohrmann over the Barbarossa campaign. "Mein Führer, my Luftwaffe can easily wipe out the mediocre machines of the Red Air Force within a few weeks. In fact according to our spies, they are still losing biplanes of all things! The poor fools!" Opposite him, Bohrmann smirked tenting his fingers. "With all due respect, Herr Reichsmarshall . That's what you said about the Royal Air Force but we all know how that turned out." Göering's fat rounded face went a shade of puce. "H-how dare you! You glorified secretary-" "Enough of your bickering both of you!' Hitler shouted. 'I'am beginning to get an headache. Besides, the young fraulein is here to serve us our tea." Barely registering her presence, the three men merely glanced as she placed the tray over the file she had brought in only half an hour ago. Taking up the poisoned teapot, Ella played the part of innocent waitress to perfection carefully pouring out a measure of the deadly brew into the cups, making sure not to waste a single drop. The moment of truth, if one them doesn't drink then I have the knife... She thought standing back as the three men took up the steaming cups.


"Now gentlemen we are going to enjoy this fine German tea, and discuss this like adults. Not bickering children in the schoolyard." Hitler said taking a quick mouthful of the deadly brew, the other two following suit out of sycophantic loyalty. All not realising that each had signed their death warrants. Hitler was the first to feel it's affects. "Now Hermann. What are the disposition of your fighter sq-ugh!! What?" He said coughing up his blood before tumbling from his chair onto the ground, where he began to convulse drowning in his own blood. Goering started forwards. "Adolf! What going on-ugh!!" The corpulent Reichsmarshall falling besides his beloved Führer, coughing up their own blood before expiring with low death rattles. Bohrmann was the last to die, getting up from the chair blood staining his once immaculate uniform he pointed right at her. "You! The Leutnant but why..?" His voiced racked by coughs he tumbled onto the table, snapping it in half and sending the tray flying with a clatter staining the carpet with tea. Watching the grisly scene face full of satisfaction, Ella glanced down at him. "For justice, the world and the Jewish people, bastard." She said evenly the secretary breathing his last. Feeling a profound sense of joy and fulfill, the Jewish assassin didn't have time to celebrate as the door on the far side of the carriage opened to reveal a young SS Sturmmann, MP40 looped around his shoulder.


"Mein Führer? Is everything alright? I heard a crash come from the..." The young soldiers voice trailed off as he spotted the corpses of the three men then at her gasping in shock. Reaching up to his left he pulled the emergency brake. "Who are you? You aren't the real waitress! Mein gott you just killed the führer, I will kill you bitch!" He said whipping out his weapon, unbalanced by the trains sudden stop. Using this to her advantage, Ella quickly advanced onto the guard who had just regained his footing, drawing her knife. Before he could get off a shot, she plunged the knife straight into the mans neck bringing him to his knees in a gasp of shock. Ella then quickly wrenched the blade from the ruin of his throat, the Sturmmann fell onto the floor staining the carpet crimson as his blood pooled around him. Wasting no time, she picked up the fallen soldiers Machine Pistol and stripped him of his ammo pack from his belt. Seeing treeline in the windows beyond, Ella jumped from the train car making for the treeline.


5km from the Adler Süd, Southern Germany 10:23am


The footfalls of jackboots crunching off the leaf litter behind her informed Ella that she had at least three pursuers. I need to find a way out or else I'am done for. Putting as much ground between herself l, the train and her pursuers Ella ran through the treeline coming to a forest clearing with little cover. Looking around her she found it bordered on all sides by trees, she sighed. "Scheisser! I have backed myself into a corner, no what do I do?" The sound of her three pursuers getting closer and closer made her decision for her. Grasping the star of David in her pocket, Ella prayed. " So be it, I will make my stand here. God. If you can hear me than guide my aim and make my shots fly true like David's sling against Goliath. Please let me hold and kiss Benjamin again." Tearing her stolen skirt, Ella crouched to one knee shouldering her MP40 ready to greet the SS soldiers chasing her.


The first man a lowly Schültze , armed with a machine pistol had wondered straight into her cross hairs like a rabbit, emerging from the trees. Ella fired a three round burst hitting the man twice in the torso and once in the face, his blood spraying in red mist as he went down with a grunt. The second man another Schültze but armed with a Bergmann, had dropped into a prone position into a ditch and was readying a Steilhandgranate . Aiming carefully, she fired a five round burst peppering the ground in front of the soldier. Ella had thought she had missed but was rewarded with the satisfying sound of two bullets piercing his coal scuttle helmet, with dull clanks. The man disappeared from view sliding down the edge of the ditch. Whooping in triumph, Ella had lost track of the third man, a sergeant. When she had reacquired him, there was a flash from his rifle but she didn't hear the shot. The young Jew cried out in pain as she felt the bullet tear into her shoulder with a painful stab bowling her to the grass.


Crying out in pain, Ella saw the sergeant rise to his knees cycling the bolt of his Kar 98k rifle walking towards her, a look of triumph on his granite carved features. Seeing the faces of her departed family flash before, then the face of her dear Benjamin Ella roared with fury. "Not today, you Nazi swine!" She rolled onto her side firing three shots into the mans legs, cutting him down with precision. The sergeant screamed in agony dropping his rifle. "Nein, nein, nein." He cried in terror. With a sneer of contempt she ended the man's life with a three round burst, all shots hit centre of mass. Then he lay still.


Getting gingerly to her feet, Ella reloaded her MP finching at the pain caused by the sergeants rifle shot. Looks like a through and through. I just need to dress it and get a change of clothes while I'm at it Clutching her Star of David she gave thanks to God. "Thank you, God for giving me the strength to be your divine avenger and dispense righteous justice. And for surviving this day." Hearing the sound of more raised voices and a dog barking through the trees, Ella turned running like the wind into the treeline. "I will survive and see my Benjamin again." She said with renewed determination.

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Some behind the scenes images, here the uniforms of the League of German Girls( BDM) and the SS Helfrinnen Enjoy.


BDM Girl

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SS Helfrinnen


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And a little bonus, the Bavarian Waitress.


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In all honesty I can't understand the reason why so many people are enraged with the Chancellor who ruled Germany from 1933 to 1945. Oh well

I have to admit it has been an interesting read . It was an homage to the Tarantino war movie? the protagonists are so similar...

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In all honesty I can't understand the reason why so many people are enraged with the Chancellor who ruled Germany from 1933 to 1945. Oh well

I have to admit it has been an interesting read . It was an homage to the Tarantino war movie? the protagonists are so similar...

I can't really believe you asked me that? Maybe because he's an evil bastard that murdered 6 million Jews, Gypsies, Homosexuals and political enemies in the most cruellest and inhuman way possible. Not to mention the crimes against British, Soviets, Polish, Italians and so many others. I would say that's reason enough for the hate.


It was partly inspired by Inglorious Basterds , yes. Ella herself was inspired by Shosanna Dreyfus as was her quest for revenge. But I was also inspired by a documentary I watched with my dad about Operation Foxley back in February. In fact poisoning Hitler on his train using a female agent was one of the ideas that was dropped in favour of a long range sniper idea. I decided on a "what if" story and the rest they say is history.


Nevertheless, I appreciate that you enjoyed the story despite our differences. Thank you.

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ah it was him? sorry I didn't pay attention

but put aside the crimes you mentioned, wasn't killing him a bit excessive? he should have been helped to manage his aggressive behaviour, and his desire of war, not punished

this said, I loved the pretty young German gals disposed ,especially the BDM one, Liesel Kessler

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ah it'was him? sorry I didn't pay attention

but put aside the crimes you mentioned, wasn't killing him a bit excessive? he should have been helped to manage his aggressive behaviour, and his desire of war, not punished

this said, I loved the pretty young German gals disposed ,especially the BDM one, Liesel Kessler

Sigh . I will say only this, NO. Some people, and I mean really evil people deserve to die. That's all I will say on the matter and let's leave it at that.


Indeed, a quick sudden stealth attack and Liesel never knew what hit her. Personally, out of all the victims she was my favourite to write. So thanks again, glad you liked her and the others.

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I couldn't agree more my friend, these political discussions are so unpleasant

However, even the most targeted operations require a toll of civilian losses and collateral damages in the form of innocent bystanders like in this case a civil servant , mr Martin Bormann and a honest military man , the Reichsmarshall Goering , they were there in the wrong moment, while Ella was having a blast of uncontrolled disorder and mystical rapture

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I couldn't agree more my friend, these political discussions are so unpleasant

However, even the most targeted operations require a toll of civilian losses and collateral damages in the form of innocent bystanders like in this case a civil servant , mr Martin Bormann and a honest military man , the Reichsmarshall Goering , they were there in the wrong moment, while Ella was having a blast of uncontrolled disorder and mystical rapture

Oh please, do you really need a history lesson? You who claim to be a history buff. Bohrmann, was far from innocent rubberstamping millions of innocents to their deaths. The "civil servants" are among the most responsible. And Göering? The drug addict? Who raped Europe of most of its natural art and treasures just to feed his vanity, some of those were from renaissance masters. And who had readily contributed his luftwaffe to the bombing of innocent civilians, including Spain even before the war began. Hardly, an honest military man.


There was nothing wrong with Ella, she was doing her job. I would have thought you a purported man of faith would have respected Ella reaching out to God for comfort, in a time of adversity. Unless of course the fact is she's Jewish. Not that I'am implying anything of course but discussions about race and religion can get just as ugly as political ones....