The Assassination of President Truman:- A Wolfenstein: The Eternal Order USB Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

In the first of a new saga set in the Wolfenstein universe, we return to the career of Johanna Ritter. It has been 6 years since Operation Seelöwe and the end of World War II, the Nazis have risen triumphant and have united Europe in the Greater German Reich. Despite the peace the world has entered a new Cold War. With the USA, GDR and the Japanese Empire all possessing nuclear weapons, the fragile peace must be maintained while the dance of espionage continues. However, extremist groups on both sides threaten to plunge the world into the dark holocaust of nuclear war and an unseen enemy manipulates events from the shadows. These are the stories of the new world order…

The Headquarters of the RGDA, Normannenstraße 20/ Haus 1, Litchenberg, Berlin, Wednesday 7th November 1954, 20:00pm



The clacking of her pumps echoed through the cavernous marble hallway as she strode towards her uncle’s office. It was a route that she had taken a few times to visit SS-Standartenführer Otto Skorzeny but the first as a newly minted RGDA Agent. Two young chatting female SS-Sturmmann’s leaning against the wall straightened themselves out and flashed off two quick party salutes as SS-Obersturmführer Johanna Ritter walked past. “Heil Hess!” the women nervously rattled off, eyes flashing to the medals pinned on her left breast pocket and Iron Cross ribbon above her second jacket button. Johanna briefly smiled, returning the salute without stopping. It seems my reputation precedes me, good. They should know that a woman can do anything in the New Reich and rise to greater heights.



As she neared her uncle's office, Johanna mused on the path that had led her to this moment. It had been 6 long years since the capture of prime minister Winston Churchill and the end of World War Two, and Johanna along with her friends in Alfa Squad of the Brandenburgers had been honoured as heroes by Führer Hess, following the death of Adolf Hitler following the signing of the Treaty of London. It hadn't been an easy transition from the Wehrmacht to the SS when the Abwehr were combined with the SD to form the RGDA, the Reich's newborn external security agency, but Johanna had taken into her stride along with the promotion. Like her sister Hilde, she wasn't much of a Nazi but was a patriot and would gladly serve the German people even if she was dubious about the ideology, besides she had found her dear Klaus while serving in the RGDA’s tactical teams. Johanna was a strikingly beautiful woman of 24 years, with classical Germanic features; smooth tapered face, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes full of cunning with long platinum blonde hair braided into a ponytail. Finally arriving at the large wooden doors, her uncle's name screwed into the wood along with his new role ‘Director of External Operations’ Johanna knocked twice before straightening out her uniform.



The door opened to reveal a young pretty girl with bunched auburn hair, wearing the uniform of an SS-Unterscharführer who smiled and saluted. “Good evening, Fräulein Ritter. He's in his office and most eager to see you.” Johanna returned the salute as she walked through the door, falling into step behind her. “Thanks, Emilia.” They walked a short distance towards Uncle Otto's door before Emilia knocked on it once. “Enter.” A familiar voice came from beyond. Without waiting for her uncle's secretary, Johanna walked through the door.



“My dear Johanna! How wonderful to see you!” SS-Standartenführer Otto Skorzeny cried, the light shining from his bald head as he walked around his desk to embrace his niece. “Uncle Otto! It's been too long.” Johanna smiled, returning the hug. “My dear niece. The last time I saw you had just joined up with Squad B in the Tactical division and a Stabsscharführer no less.” He showed her to a seat opposite his desk before taking his own. “But I have always known that you'd make it into my department. After all, you and your Brandenburgs captured Churchill and you're far too resourceful to be a mere tactical agent.”


He leaned over to pour out two glasses of pear schnapps. “So how are the family? You were talking about this Klaus fellow?” He asked passing Johanna her glass, which she accepted smelling the aroma. “We are going well, thank you uncle.” She paused to take a sip of the sweet tasting liquor. “We don't see much of each other after my promotion but we are looking at an apartment in Freidrichshain. He asked me if we should start living together and I said yes.” Skorzeny laughed, taking a measure of the sweet alcohol. “That's my girl, I’am very happy for the both of you. Just go easy on the poor boy, alright.” Johanna chuckled, taking a measure of her schnapps, relishing the sweet refreshing taste.


Finishing his alcohol, Otto refilled his glass. “And how is dear Hilde? The last I saw of her was at the Victory Day parade last year. Is she still with that Italian girl, Alessia?” Johanna nodded, finishing the last of her schnapps. “Mhm, they've bought a villa in the Romagna and Hilde is using her influence as the Reich's military attaché to get permission to marry her. I said to her, "If she has any problems just ask me.” Otto leaned back into his chair. “She should return home. Hilde knows that Hess has relaxed the laws around female-female partnerships. She and her partner wouldn't have any difficulty with marriage.” Johanna shrugged the smile not leaving her face. “She's fallen in love with the country. What can I say?” Skorzeny looked away for a moment, a wistful look on his face. “It's a beautiful country. I can't say I blame her.” He then glanced down at the file at his desk.


“Unfortunately, I didn't ask you here to just discuss pleasantries my dear. I have your first assignment for you.” He handed her the file. “You are to infiltrate the USA and assassinate President Truman, during his campaign rally in Dallas, Texas. See this as your test; kill Truman and no one else.” Johanna looked up from the file, her eyes widening in surprise. “An assassination? I thought we signed the Treaty of Berlin in 1945, putting them effectively out of the war. As I recall he was amenable.” Otto shook his head. “Sadly no. Our agents in Washington have reported that Truman has built up his entire reelection campaign on ‘writing past wrongs’ and there has been a marked increase in American military build-up. We believe once he's reelected he will make his move against us.”


“So we remove him from office and hopefully his replacement will be more amenable to the Reich. Perhaps the isolationist firebrand Senator McCarthy and his anti-communist fixation.” Her uncle lent back, flashing her a wink. “Sharp as ever my dear.” Johanna flicked through the file. “Hmm, he'll be driving through Dealey Plaza in a motorcade three days from now.” Skorzeny nodded. “Yes the plan is for you to infiltrate the plaza, and execute him with an American made weapon. We'll pin it on a group of extremist malcontents called the Sons of Liberty who have made threats to the Oval Office.” Johanna nodded, putting down the file. “ It will be done, uncle. I just have one question. How will I be getting to the US?” Skorzeny flashed her a smile. “Why, you'll be travelling in style my dear Johanna. How's impersonating a Pan-AM stewardess sound? It's all there in the file.” The blonde agent smiled widely. “Sounds absolutely delightful.”


They both rose from their chairs. “A young American stewardess is due to fly home tomorrow morning from the Tempelhof. Our people will delay her, allowing you to take her uniform and credentials.” Skorzeny held out his hand. “Good luck my dear niece. I look forward to hearing of your success.” Johanna took her uncle's hand, shaking it. “ For the fatherland!” She saluted him with a traditional Wehrmacht salute, which he returned before turning on her heels and swiftly leaving his office.



Berlin-Tempelhof Airport, Thursday 8th November 1955 09:30am



“What do you mean there's an issue with my luggage, Fritz!?” Yelled Pan-AM stewardess Darlene Connors banging her fist angrily on the customs desk. “My apologies, fräulein. This is part of the new customs check.” Darlene sighed with frustration. “How long is this going to take, dammit!? I have a flight to Dallas in an hour!” The young man merely shrugged. “It will take as long as it will take, Fräulein. Once again, I can only offer you my deepest apologies Fräulein Connors.” Darlene rolled her eyes. At 24, she was a looker with slender features, high cheekbones and big blue eyes framed short shoulder length platinum blonde hair rolled into bunches underneath her sky blue pillbox hat that matched her uniform of jacket with silver wings on her right breast, skirt. Underneath which was a white blouse and black pumps. “There must be someone in charge I can speak with?” She was answered by the sound of a woman clearing her throat.


She whipped around to see a young blonde woman, doing a small double take when she noted that they both shared a slight resemblance. “Fraulein Connors?” She held out her hand, clicking her heels together. “My name is Johanna Ritter. Senior Departures Customs agent.” Darlene shook her hand. “ I apologise. There does seem to be a problem with your luggage, but if you follow me to my office we can get this all straightened out.” Darlene breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god! Please lead the way. No offence but the sooner I leave this nazi infested dump the better.” Falling into step behind Ritter, Darlene followed her into the customs offices.



“Right here, Fräulein. This will only take a second.” Johanna smiled, opening the door to her ‘office’ letting the clueless stewardess walk in first. “ About goddamn time. You've got no idea how annoying this is…Hey this is a broom cupboard? What's the big ide-mmmph?!” She screamed muffled into Johanna's hand as the RGDA agent snaked an arm around her slender neck, pulling her out of sight and kicking the door closed.



“You know you should really be kinder to my people, American. But I guess civility is lost on you. After all, you are just a bunch of cowboys.” Johanna hissed in the struggling girl's ear, coiling her arm tighter around her throat, cutting off the blood flow to her brain and pressing her head slightly forward. “Shh, not long to go my dear. Just relax.” Ritter could feel Darlene's struggles getting weaker and weaker as she tightened her grip on the stewardess's neck. Suddenly the girl let out a low muffled rattle as she passed out, pretty blue eyes rolling back into her skull.



Lowering the unconscious stewardess onto the floor, Johanna began to strip off her clothing pausing briefly as the door opened to reveal the young ‘customs agent'; RGDA tactical agent Klaus Becker, a handsome man with chiseled features, stone grey eyes and a mess of short brown hair. “Such a rude woman. It's always to see an American get taken down a peg, good work meine liebchen.” He leant forwards giving his lover a quick kiss on her lips, before taking out a syringe full of Sodium Amytal and kneeling next to the unconscious Darlene. “So what are we going to do with her, Klaus?” kneeling next to him, Johanna took off the stewardesses hat and shoes. Klaus flicked the needle, plunging it into Darlene's neck and pressing the plunger. “She'll wake up tomorrow morning with a little headache, having missed an entire day. Minus her uniform and luggage, naturally. We’ll detain her until you get back.” Johanna smiled, kissing him on the cheek as she unbuttoned the stewardesses jacket. “Well, let's relieve her of it, my love.” Flashing her a wink, Klaus unzipped Darlene's skirt from the rear.


“You know it really is uncanny, Jo. You look just like her in that uniform, it fits you like a glove.” Klaus smiled as Johanna twirled dressed in Darlene's uniform. The real woman at her feet wearing only her sheer blue satin slip with lace trim the nipples of her buoyant B cup breasts peeking through the thin fabric, Johanna having taken her suspenders and lace stockings. “Do I sound like her too, my dear?” She laughed mimicking Darlene's Texan drawl. Klaus shook his head, kissing her on the cheek. “Now it's spooky. You'll find her luggage waiting for you in the customs office, luckily it's just one bag.” Picking up the stewardesses handbag he handed it to her. “Well good luck, my love. Do give President Truman my warmest regards.” After giving him a hug Johanna made for the door, opening it wide. “Oh and that apartment in Freidrichshain? It's a yes!” She said before reluctantly closing the door on her smiling fiancé.



As she neared the customs office, Johanna passed a young brunette female RGDA agent she recognised dressed as a maintenance worker, wheeling a dust cart towards the broom cupboard. Giving the woman a nod, she passed her before entering the office and retrieving Darlene's sole bag. Smiling, Johanna walked towards gate 3 and the waiting Boeing 377 Stratocruiser bound for Dallas Fort Worth International Airport.



132 Ross Avenue, Old East Dallas, 22:30pm


Having enjoyed a twelve hour flight playing a stewardess and not really enjoying it, Johanna had taken a cab to Darlene's apartment and settled in, calling Darlene's employer to get a few days off. It was surprising that they let her take a few days for the president's visit. Once that was done, Johanna fixed herself dinner while she plotted her next move. I’ll need to visit my contact in Downtown Dallas to pick up the rifle then do some scouting at Dealey Plaza, find a good vantage point to snipe from.” Taking up her chips and Salisbury steak, Johanna tucked in looking ahead to the coming days.


Grimes Guns and Military Surplus, Downtown Dallas, Friday 9th November 1955, 10:30am


Walking into the gun store on 200 Elm Street, Johanna approached a grizzled looking man behind the counter who looked up at her flashing a smile. “Good morning miss. May I interest you in a .38 Special? Just the right size for a little lady like yourself.” Johanna returned the smile, ignoring the sexist remark. “No, I’am looking for something with a little more…firepower. I’ve been told that American firearms are the best in the world…” she said the code phrase. The man relaxed, nodding. “...but they don't compare to anything you find in the fatherland.” He replied with the counter phrase in German. “You must be the agent I was expecting. Come this way, it's nice to finally see a fellow German.” Opening up the counter, he beckoned her downstairs.


“My name is Werner Grimm, but to my wife and neighbours it's William Grimes. Where are you from? Your accent sounds Bavarian.” He asked his Dallas accent slipping into a Hamburger lilt as they came into an underground rifle range. Johanna nodded. “ Johanna Ritter. I was born on a farm outside of Augsburg, yourself?” Werner smiled, picking up a gun case from behind the desk. “I'm a city boy. Born and raised in Hamburg.” Flicking open the case he span it around. “Well feast your eyes on this, Fräulein.”


Johanna's eyes widened. “A scoped M1903 Springfield, in .30 calibre. A thing of beauty.” She said hands caressing the wood of the stock. Werner nodded, smiling. “You know your weapons. Were you military, Ritter?” The blonde took out the rifle assembling it. “Mhm, I was in the Bergmann battalion of the 1st Brandenburg Division.” The man laughed. “Really, special forces? I was a paratrooper with the 25th Regiment! We landed not far from you at Dover. What your team did was nothing short of inspirational, thank you.” Shaking his outstretched hand, Johanna screwed on the suppressor. “Just doing my job.” Walking towards the range she loaded in a five round stripper clip, shouldered the rifle and fired twice scoring two consecutive head shots. “I see you've oiled the bolt and calibrated the sights. She fires and handles like a dream, danke Werner.” She then expertly disassembled the rifle.


“Ja, the perfect weapon to kill a president of the United States. And before I forget, the details of Truman's motorcade route.” He said, handing her a map of Dealey Plaza before clicking his heels together and peeling off a perfect salute. “Make the fatherland proud, Ritter.” Johanna returned the salute. “Stay safe, fallschirmjäger and thank you for all your help.” She said before walking back up the stairs, rifle case in hand.


Dealey Plaza, Dallas Sunday 11th November 1955, 09:45am


During her scouting mission, Johanna had selected the 7th floor of the Dallas Book Depository on the Northern end of Plaza as her vantage point that gave clear firing lines. She had ruled out the Grassy Knoll as being too public, and with the pavements packed with crowds, police and US Marines Johanna felt vindicated. Straightening the duffel bag which contained her rifle, Johanna weaved her way through the crowds and crossed the street towards the alley beside the depository.


Alleyway beside the Book Depository


Taking cover by a dumpster, Johanna noticed the Alley was patrolled by a single blonde male marine wearing the standard green fatigues, black laced boots and helmet. He was armed with an M50 Reising Submachine gun, looped over the right shoulder. Johanna sighed as she crept towards the man who had reached the opposite end of the alley. It's too bad he's not a woman, I could have stolen the uniform, ditch this infernal bag and have a little more freedom. Oh well, at least he has a nice ass but not as shapely as my dear Klaus. Before the young marine could react, Johanna snaked her arm around the man's neck and pressed her hand on the back of his head. The marines hands shooting up to try and pull her loose


As the man struggled, Johanna could have sworn his gurglings had a distinctly feminine quality to them. “Or are you more Eve than Adam…?” She whispered into the marines ear as she snaked her arm tighter and tighter, pressing the soldier's head forwards. Finally in a very feminine low sigh, the woman slumped unconscious in Johanna's grip, her arms falling limply by her sides.


Lowering the unconscious female marine to the concrete, Johanna checked her ID disc “Vera Cunningham-Yardley? Lance Corporal. Your name is quite the mouthful, fräulein but lucky for me you're a tomboy and just my size. You're also very pretty, my dear.” She noted caressing the Marines slightly tanned freckled heart shaped features, with slender cheekbones framed by short shoulder length honey blonde hair. A cursory check revealed pale green-brown eyes. Stripping off the clothing she had taken from Darlene’s apartment, Johanna first removed Vera's helmet then unlaced her boots pulling them off along with her socks. Unclipping the marines ammo webbing from around her waist, Johanna looped it over her head before unbuttoning her long sleeve shirt revealing a swell of buoyant B-cup breasts under her cropped olive marine branded under vest, nipples peeking through the thin fabric.


“Hmm? You’ve taken good care of your body Corporal, just like me.” Johanna said admiring Vera's toned athletic abs as she slipped the woman's shirt off her shoulders. Gently lowering the half naked unconscious Vera back to the concrete, she unfastened the marines trousers, working them loose from her hips and pulling them down her long toned legs in one smooth motion, exposing a pair of solid black panties covering her modesty.


After she had finished getting dressed in Vera's uniform, Johanna knelt by the scantily clad marine. “Thanks for the uniform, Vera.” She kissed the girl on her forehead before slapping her shapely rear, which elicited a grunt from the marine causing her to stir. “Ah not so fast, liebchen.” Taking out a syringe full of sodium amytal, she flicked the needle before plunging it into the marines neck. “Just so you know, I’m not into other women but I just couldn't resist slapping your ass. Soldier to soldier.” She whispered into Vera's ear, watching her shudder and slump back under with a cute low sigh. Smiling, Johanna took the marine by her ankles dragging her over to a waiting dumpster. Scooping Vera up under her shoulders, she lent the sleeping marine over the lip of the dumpster tipping her inside.


Tossing the discarded clothing over the scantily clad Vera, Johanna slammed the lid down. “Auf wiedersehen, my dear Vera.” She quipped, rubbing her hands together. Taking out the Springfield from the duffel bag, Johanna assembled the rifle looping it over her shoulder along with Vera's Reising Submachine gun. Sparing the scantily clad marine another glance, she tossed the duffel bag over her body before closing the lid again and slipping through the service door.


The Dallas Book Depository, 10:00am


With just thirty minutes before the arrival of the president's motorcade, Johanna made her way through the bookstore towards the north corner of the seventh floor. Using her disguise she told the staff she was conducting a security check on the building for potential threats, and the uniform along with the fake local accent had imparted trust in them. They took her at face value, with some even thanking her for her service. Returning the smiles and nods, she took the stairs two at a time reaching the top floor in just under five minutes.


The 7th Floor, North Corner 10:04am


21 year old Rose Oswald sighed, scribbling the latest count of school textbooks on her clipboard. She was an attractive girl, with smooth rounded porcelain features, sloping cheekbones and big brown eyes framed by curly raven coloured hair. Rose was dressed for work in a belted blue below the knee dress, with white collar and cuffs and black heeled pumps. I can't believe I’am working on the day of the President's visit! I was so looking forward to seeing him up close, Mrs Coleman is such a slave driver. A sudden knock at the door made her jump, putting down her clipboard and pen she walked over to the door.


Opening it Rose came face to face with a pretty young blonde marine. “Pardon me, ma’am?” She said with a warm smile making Rose blush. “May I enter? I need to check this room as part of my security sweep.” Rose blinked momentarily lost in those deep blue eyes. “O-of course, soldier. Do come in.” Stammering she opened the door to admit the woman and turned her back on the comely young soldier. “It's actually nice to have company. I was getting lonely all by my-ugh!!” She squeaked in pain feeling a short sharp blow to the back of her neck, rendering her unconscious before she hit the ground.


Catching the falling brunette under her arms and kicking the door closed, Johanna lowered her body to the ground. Taking out a syringe full of sedatives, she caressed the collar of the girl's dress, an idea forming in her mind. “It's a good thing you were up here alone, liebschen. You may prove useful.” Plunging the needle into Rose's carotid, she watched as the young brunette shuddered then slumped into a deeper sleep. Rolling the girls body onto her belly, Johanna removed her belt and heels before unbuttoning Rose's dress from the rear. She slipped the garment from the brunette's shoulders peeling it off her slim petite form.


After folding up Rose's clothes next to the window, Johanna took the unconscious brunette, clad only in her black lace bra and matching high waisted briefs, by her ankles dragging her around the shelves lined with books out of sight. Opening a window overlooking the plaza, the RGDA agent laid prone shouldering her rifle and laid in wait for her prey.


10:30am


Peering through the scope, Johanna set the crosshairs on the winding road seeing the cheering crowds below waving small star spangled banners being held back by uniformed police and marines, but there was no sign of the president’s motorcade. Then after five minutes she caught sight of the silver open topped Cadillac moving across the road closely followed by a black buick packed with secret service agents, the balding bespectacled president sitting on the back seat with the driver and governor of Dallas on the front seat, wearing a white stetson. Laying the crosshairs over the president's head, Ritter took a deep breath to line up the shot and then with a single twitch of her trigger, sent it.


She watched without any satisfaction the President's head snapping back, a cloud of blood and brain matter erupting from the exit wound. Rapidly cycling the bolt, Johanna fired another shot hitting the President again at his temple. Seeing Truman slump onto his backseat, white upholstery set with his blood and the crowds screaming away in terror, the blonde got up, closed the window and laid the rifle against the wall before stripping out of Vera's uniform. Grabbing the pile of clothes she had stolen from the brunette, Johanna quickly got dressed stepping into the dress and shoes.


Unlocking the door, Ritter made her way downstairs joining the panicking and terrified people who were being evacuated by Dallas police officers. Her disguise made it seem like she was just another innocent bystander. Playing along she followed the crowd, backtracking towards the rear service door on the ground floor. Slipping through the deserted corridor, away from the crowds Johanna came to the door and through it proceeded into the side alley.


Alleyway off Elm Street, 10:42am


Walking away from the chaos of the crime scene, Johanna headed towards an alley planning her next move. I’ll need a car to get to the safehouse in Old East Dallas. And possibly a change of clothes. I can barely move in this damn dress. Spotting a single parked car in the alley, with two people in deep conversation, Johanna took cover behind a dumpster and observed the couple.


It was a young couple, a man and a woman; a pretty little brunette with long ash brown hair tied into a ponytail, smooth diamond shaped features and pleasing blue green doe shaped eyes. Johanna put her age around early twenties and she was dressed in a white short sleeve jumper, red and black plaid below the knee skirt with white ankle socks and red flat pumps. She's definitely my size and I can move around better in that skirt. I just need to bide my time and wait for them to separate. Peering around the dumpster, Ritter watched as the girl's boyfriend, a handsome young man with short sandy blonde hair, gently gripped the brunette’s shoulders.



“Emma May, I need to go and see if I can help. The president has been shot and they need every hand.” Officer Peter Monroe said to his girlfriend. “But sweetie, you're off duty. Let someone else handle it and let's go home.” Peter stroked her shoulders. “Honey, this is the president we are talking about here? I can't just stand back and do nothing.” He then flashed a roguish smile. “Besides, I might heroically apprehend the assassin.” Emma May sighed, she had always loved that handsome smile. “Oh alright fine, but I don't like the idea of being left on my own. I mean what if the assassin comes this way.” Peter kissed her on the cheek. “Then just honk the horn or holler.” He said pressing the car keys into her hand before reluctantly breaking the embrace. “See you soon, babe.” He shouted over his shoulder running out of the alley.


With her prey all alone, Johanna took out her final syringe full of sodium amytal and quickly stalked towards the unsuspecting Emma May. In one smooth motion she clamped a hand over the brunette’s mouth to muffle her cries of surprise, and with the other jabbed the needle into the flesh of her neck, pressing the plunger. Hearing the soft muffled sigh coming from the girl's lips as she shuddered, Joanna caught the limp brunette under her arms, dragging the unconscious Emma May around to the back of her car out of sight. Red shoes scraping off the concrete.



Laying the sleeping girl down, Johanna checked her surroundings stripping off Rose's outfit then she got to work undressing Emma-May first removing her shoes and socks before rolling her body onto her side and unbuttoning her skirt from the rear. She whipped the garment from Emma-May’s hips and down her long legs, revealing a hint of white lace one piece undergarment. Leaning the half naked brunette against her, Johanna held up her arms and pulled her sweater up over her head, getting a glimpse of small but pleasing B-cups covered by by one piece undergarment that did wonders for the youths slim body.


After pulling on the girl's sweater, Johanna finished getting dressed in the rest of the brunette's clothes, finding only the shoes to be a size too small.Opening up the car's trunk, Johanna scooped the scantily clad young woman under her arms and packed her inside, along with Rose's blue dress. “Figures, the one girl whose clothes I actually like has the same foot size as my sister.” Shrugging she slammed the trunk shut and got behind the wheel. Switching on the red Chevrolet's engine, Johanna Ritter pulled away from the panicking crowds heading east.


RGDA Safehouse, 45 Swiss Avenue, Old East Dallas, 11:00am


Parking Emma May’s Chevrolet not far from the local RGDA safehouse, Johanna knocked on the door of the nondescript suburban house. She was answered by a pretty blonde RGDA agent who had kept the door fastened with a chain. “Yes? May I help you? This is a private residence.” Johanna smiled. “The rain falls softly on the Brandenburg gate...” She said the challenge phrase she had memorised from reading the dossier. The woman seemed to relax. “...But not enough to quench the flames over the Reichstag. Come on in, fräulein. My name is Magda.”


“So I hear President Truman came to an unfortunate accident...” Magda quipped, closing the door. “...from two assassins bullets no less. Excellent work. You should get some rest then inform Berlin of your success, the phone in the basement.” Johanna nodded, tossing her the car keys. “There's a red Chevrolet with a naked girl in the trunk. I had to improvise my escape.” Madga smiled. “I’ll take care of her, we can fit her into the cover story no problem and get these Americans believing anything. Make yourself at home, I’ll be only ten minutes.” With that she left.


Locking the door behind her, Johanna made her way to the basement picking up the receiver and dialed Uncle Otto’s private number. After a short conversation with Emilia, they were connected. “My dear Johanna. How goes your mission?” Johanna smiled wide. “It is done, Uncle Otto. The president is dead.” She could hear him laughing and slamming his hand on his desk. “My dear girl, well done! Congratulations and welcome to External Operations!” He said his voice brimming with pride that made the blonde agent beam wider. While she took no pride in killing the man, she was proud at keeping the fragile peace and most importantly averting World War III.