Codename: Omega (feat. The Apiary Society) by Bernard Schaffer Read Free Book Online

soldier’s faces were obscured by grime-covered goggles.  Amelie looked through the window, locking eyes with the man driving the motorcycle, seeing the long scar along his cheek and said, “Where could anyone hide from the likes of you, Herr Kramer?  It would be foolish to try.”
     
     

 
    Episode 3
     
    OPERATION: FUHRERDIE!
     
    1945
     
    “Do you, Mein Fuhrer , take Eva Braun to be your wife?”
    Adolph Hitler looked down at the small desk and nodded his head.  Eva touched his trembling hand and he gently said, “I do.”   
    There was a small outburst of applause within the Fuhrerbunker’s map room.  Hitler stood up from the table abruptly and everyone fell silent.  He turned to his secretary, “First, we will eat, then you and I must speak in private.”
    At four o’clock that morning, Hitler summoned the command staff into his secretary’s makeshift office and said, “You will sign these documents as witnesses to my last will and testament.”
    Joseph Goebbels looked down at the stacks of meticulously typed pages in confusion.  “Mein Fuhrer, certainly it has not come to this.”
    Hitler pressed his hand against his stomach, trying to ease the boiling contents within.  His hand shook involuntarily as he lifted his finger at Goebbels and said, “Sign.”
    All of the men bent over the desk and scribbled their names. 
    Hitler hunched over, wincing in pain.  “Read aloud what it says, Herr Minister.”
    Goebbels lifted the first page and stood straight, clearing his throat before he spoke, reading as if he were delivering a radio announcement.  “It says that you and your wife choose death over capture and wish to be cremated.”
    Hitler nodded, “Go on.”
    “You donate your art collection to Linz.  Objects of sentiment may be distributed to those listed, in reward for their loyalty.  Your other possessions belong to the party.”
    “Correct.”  Hitler tapped the top of a stack of papers assembled on the desk, “This is my final testament, to let the world know that I had no intention of making war on any other nation.  As you all know, I was driven into this by the miserable International Jewry.  It was they who brought us to this, not I.” 
    All of the men nodded, then Hitler waved for them to come closer to the desk and look at a different group of papers.  “These are my instructions for the Reich.  They are to be followed.” 
    Goebbels looked down at the sheet, scanning it quickly.  No one was named as a new Fuhrer.  Someone else was going to be President.  Goebbels was listed only as Chancellor.  He forced a smile and bowed his head.  “Thank you, Mein Fuhrer.”
    Hitler eased himself into the chair beside his secretary and covered his face with a trembling hand.  “Now leave me.”  
    All of the men saluted Hitler and said, “ Seig Heil !”  Goebbels followed the others out of the room, but turned in the opposite direction and headed for a doorway at the far end of the bunker.  He knocked quickly, opening it before there was a reply.  “Herr Kunz?”
    Helmut Kunz was bent over his dentist’s chair, extracting a tooth from one of the officers.  “Yes, Herr Goebbels?”
    “May I speak with you a moment in private?”
    Kunz picked up the officer’s hand and wrapped it around the clamp, saying, “Hold this in place, just like this.  The tooth is not out yet, so do not move.”  Kunz wiped his bloody hand across his white coat and followed Goebbels into the hallway.  “What can I do for you, Herr Minister?”
    “I need to ask you a personal favor.”
     “Anything.”
    “I want you to inject all six of my children with enough morphine to render them unconscious.  Once they are asleep, give them enough cyanide to kill them.”
    Kunz did not speak for a moment, only making small grunting sounds in his throat as he looked at the man.  “I do not understand—”
    Goebbels clapped him on the arm, “The Fuhrer and his wife are going to kill