He waited while the applause died. He continued, “Tonight, I have another surprise. Perhaps one of the greatest moments in all of Nazi history will be before you tonight.”
Eidhalt turned to us and gestured. Jedediah lifted up the flag and we walked to the front of our platform and prepared to go down the stairs. He continued, “Tonight, as I promised, we have with us the most important piece of Nazi history in existence. I challenged each of you to do something to prove your worthiness to be here tonight. And each of you did. But one group rose above the rest. The American Southern Volk achieved what I thought was unachievable! And they have brought here something that I did not know existed any longer.
“Gentlemen, what holds the blood of the first Nazi martyrs? What accompanied Hitler on his beer hall putsch ninety-six years ago today?” He paused and waited. “Die Blutfahne! The Blood Flag!” He turned and gestured for us to come down.
Jedediah began walking down the stairs with the flag out in front of him, low enough to get under the screen. The “Horst Wessel Song” began again, but at a lower volume. As soon as Jedediah cleared the screen he raised the flag straight up, and it swayed in the light breeze.
Eidhalt spoke over the song as Jedediah walked. “We dug up the bodies of the first Nazi martyrs and matched their DNA to this flag. This is it! Rally to it, men! Rally to it!”
Jedediah stood just to his right with the spotlight focused on him. The flag now lowered slightly so that it draped down and could be seen. The men below started screaming and yelling. “Sieg Heil! The Blutfahne! Long live Nazism!”
They were nearly in a frenzy. He waited, encouraging them to continue their outpouring of shock and joy. He said, “Die Blutfahne! Our rallying point! We will keep it safe! We will display it! Each of you will touch it tonight and take the blessings of this talisman with you back to your countries! Begin your own flag tradition based on this night! And one week from Monday, show your flags! Put them on your cars! Put them in your windows! Leave them at the scenes of the fires! Tell people who we are!”
Eidhalt waited as the men cheered and roared. He spread out his arms, waiting for more. Encouraging them, yet more still.
“Sieg!”
“Heil!”
He raised his hand to quiet them down, but they would not, they carried on and on, screaming their support for the Blood Flag. Expressing their energy, their anger, and their enthusiasm.
He raised both hands and they quieted. “The Blood Flag. We have built the bridge from the founding of the Nazi party to today. We have retrieved the first and most important symbol of Nazism and are prepared to carry it forward into the future. Tonight it begins. But we must show the world we are serious. Dead serious. This is not some club. This is not a debating society.” He looked around with his arms out to his sides. “What is the threat?”
He waited. There was no immediate response. He yelled, “What is the threat?”
Finally, a few yelled out. “Islam!”
He yelled back, “Islam! They hate everything we stand for! They have invaded our countries, they have crippled and intimidated our governments, they have killed our people, and they will never rest.” He paused. “Neither will we!”
Suddenly, I felt a rustle of people to my right as three or four men’s boots clattered up the stairs past me. They were four Nazi-uniformed soldiers dragging a man whose hands were handcuffed behind him and who had a hood pulled completely over his head so he couldn’t see. He was struggling and fighting. The men holding him were too big and strong to give him any room. They forced him down the steps and out onto the stage.
Eidhalt looked at them and motioned for them to stand to his left out on the front of the stage. “And here, here is our first message. This is where it starts. Men, I bring you a terrorist. A man who has sworn the destruction of the Western world. A man who was sent to infiltrate anti-German groups and finance them, to create even more difficulty in our country.
“This is Mohammed al-Hadi! This virus, this Muslim pile of shit, is from al Qaeda, the bacteria that infects everything and ruins everything. Just like the Jewish bacteria did in the twenties and thirties, it must be stopped. And the stopping begins here. And it starts here tonight! Why him? Because he is the one who killed Germans in Munich and Berlin! He is the one who is responsible for the bombings of the subways! And what have our security forces done about it? Nothing! How is it we have him and they don’t? Because we have better intelligence than they do! We are better informed! And we are more effective!
“Answer this: How many Westerners, how many Europeans, how many of your people have been killed by al Qaeda? How many have been murdered and beheaded on the Internet? Well, we can access the Internet too. Let’s see how they like it.”
He stepped back and nodded to one of the guards holding Mohammed. The guard undid the rope around his neck and ripped off the hood. Mohammad shook his head and blinked at the bright spotlights that shown on him from multiple angles. Two cameramen approached closely. One from below the stage. The other climbed up on the stage and stood three or four feet away, focusing the camera directly on his face.
Eidhalt yelled, “They want beheadings on the Internet? They shall have one. One of their own! And if this angers them? All the better! We are coming after them. They will never know where to find us. They will never know who we are! This man’s death will be posted on the Internet in hours. And we will disperse from here and make our way out of Poland and disappear. They will never find us. I will operate from an undisclosed location, but I will be easy to communicate with. I will tell you what to do next. Let it begin!”
He stepped back as two of the guards forced Mohammad down onto his knees. The other two removed large hook-shaped knives from sheaths in their belts and pulled Mohammad’s head back. One took his right hand and dug the point of the knife into Mohammed’s neck. Mohammed began screaming and fighting, which caused the point of the knife to go deeper into the neck. Blood ran down the knife point and dripped onto the stage. Mohammed screamed and fought. The guard dug the knife deeper.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. They were going to cut this man’s head off right on the stage in front of us as he screamed through his death. The very man I had been tracking. It seemed suicidal to pick a fight with al Qaeda, but I also noted its brilliance. If Eidhalt and others could operate in an area outside of the ability of al Qaeda to find them, al Qaeda would attack the countries where these men came from. They would attack Germany and England and America. And if the attacks had any degree of success, they would cause panic and anger at al Qaeda. If the attacks were even marginally effective, they could shut down entire sections of cities for days at a time. One bomb in one pizza parlor in New York City would create havoc for days. They were begging al Qaeda to attack, to cause the very panic that they wanted to take advantage of. To impose “security and discipline” they were going to take on Islam directly.
And if Eidhalt was even half right, that Europe was on the brink of financial disaster and economic decline, if depression was around the corner and the populations felt insecure because of al Qaeda attacks, he might very well have success in creating the fertile soil necessary for Nazism to rise again. It was completely rational and frightening.
Mohammed screamed as the knife plunged deeper as his head tilted slightly to the left. I didn’t see any arterial blood yet, but I was sick from what I was seeing. Jedediah stole a glance at me.
Suddenly from behind me, I heard an outburst of gunfire. I couldn’t see clearly but I saw lights from vehicles. Then I saw the flashes of police lights on top of the vehicles. The Polish police. They were at the gate demanding entrance. But the Nazi guards were having none of it. They fired their automatic weapons directly at the police through the fence as other Nazi guards raced toward the gate, assault rifles ready. Hundreds of rounds flew back and forth. Eidhalt told the guards on the stage to stop as he walked up the stairs underneath
the screen and looked back toward the gate. He yelled some commands in German and several men ran toward the gate. Three of them had RPGs. At least fifty more Nazi’s unflung their automatic weapons and ran toward the fight. In seconds dozens of automatic weapons were unloading on the Polish police as others opened the gate. Those with the RPGs knelt and fired on what I could now see were Polish SWAT vehicles. They exploded in seconds and fireballs illuminated the area. I could see at least ten policemen dead on the ground. The Nazis opened the gate and rushed through. In less than a minute, the entire fight was over. The Polish police lay dead and their vehicles burned in the darkness. One Nazi guard was dead leaning against the fence, but I saw no other casualties. Eidhalt saw what I saw and returned to the microphone.
“Our time has now come. We have been discovered and now go into our operational plan. We will finish this video elsewhere and put it on the Internet tonight. For those of you who came with me in the helicopters, it is time to go!”
The men looked around.
“We will not be heading back to Munich.” He could see the look of surprise on the faces of those in front of him. He held up his hand to pacify their concerns. “But you may trust me. Our plan all along, has been to go back a different way than we came. He yelled into the microphone, “To the helicopters!”
The crowd headed toward the buses.
Jedediah lowered the flag and headed to the back of the platform. He quickly removed the Blood Flag from the pole and folded it. I knelt down and opened the case. He knelt down next to it and began placing the flag inside. He looked back over his shoulder and then looked at me with concern. “So what’s the freaking plan? We’re going to let them all just fly out of here on helicopters?”
I also looked around. “I thought we’d be in Munich, and we’d have the BKA to help. We’re on our own now. At least we can get the leaders for murder in a Polish court.”
He looked at me in amazement. “They’re not going to be found. You heard him. He’s got some place set up where no one will find them. And the other people, what did they do? They just came here and listened to a speech. They didn’t do anything. We can’t even get them arrested.”
“I know. We’ve got to stop them.”
Jedediah snapped the case shut. “Right. How?”
I stood up and held the case. “Depends on where we end up. Let’s wait and see what all this brings.”
“Well, what was your plan in Munich? Even if we had help.”
“I have some things with me that could take care of a lot of issues.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I replaced the lead in this case with C4. Enough to blow up a lot of things.”
“And what did you plan on doing with it?”
“You know how to disable a helicopter?”
“You want to shut them down here?” He looked around. “In Poland?”
“Where better than where they murdered a bunch of Polish police? These guys will be in jail forever.”
“Maybe. But by the time we get to the helicopters the blades will be turning. I know how to disable them, but I’m not getting up there with spinning blades. That would disable me.”
“I’m not letting them just fly off into anonymity and hiding.”
“Then you better think of something else fast.”
“We’ve got to end this.”
We went down the stairs of the platform to the bus that waited to take us to the helicopters. “If your plan is to just get them arrested and slapped on the wrist in Germany, then I don’t know what I’m doing here. That’s not my objective. I’m here to end it. Are you not?”
“I am. But I’m not a murderer.”
“Killing in war is not murder.”
“There’s no war.”
“Really? What do you think those Polish police think of that? Soldiers in Nazi uniforms with automatic rifles? Shooting the police force and blowing up their van with RPGs? That’s not an act of war?”
I nodded. “It is. But it doesn’t mean we can do whatever we want. We have to see how this plays out,” I said.
“Cut it as thin as you want, but we’re going to have to take drastic action. Are you ready to do that? ’Cause if you’re not, give me what you have and I’ll do it myself.”
We climbed on to the bus and I stopped talking. Jedediah looked at me with blazing eyes. He saw the intensity of my own look and wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
* * *
As Jedediah predicted, by the time we got near the helicopters the engines were racing and the blades were turning. The three helicopters took off quickly when the last person hurried aboard. As we flew over the compound, we could see everything being dismantled. We saw Nazi soldiers removing their uniforms and leaving them on the ground. We saw others pulling motorcycles and bicycles out of hiding behind trees and riding off. The lights went out as the dark helicopters stayed low and flew north.
After fifteen minutes we passed over a small town and into a patch of vast blackness. I suddenly realized we had headed north, to the Baltic Sea, the sea north of Poland that extended past Germany to Denmark.
We stayed low. I couldn’t estimate the altitude. The Polish military would certainly have radars to detect airplanes but at our altitude we were likely to evade detection. I was sure we were also EMCON, no electronic emissions at all. They couldn’t be traced by the Polish Air Force or any other air defense network by their electronic signature. They’d have to find us by raw radar hits, which is nearly impossible so low over the water.
We’d been flying for an hour when I felt the nose of the helicopter come up and our forward speed slow. I tried to look out the small window next to our seat but saw nothing but darkness. The rotor grabbed more air as the slowing helicopter began to hover and descend gently. I couldn’t imagine that we’d made it across the entire Baltic, to Russia or Finland. And I was quite sure we hadn’t gone far enough to get back into Germany. My guess was we were still at sea.
We settled down gently, went into a short hover, and then dropped the last three or four feet. I still couldn’t see what we were landing on. The weight came off the rotors, and the helicopter settled. The engine RPM decreased as the engines were shut down. Red cabin lights came on and the door to the helicopter opened into darkness. A man climbed up the steps with a flashlight and motioned for all of us to get out of the helicopter. We unbuckled, stood up, and moved to the door then down the steps. When we emerged, I saw that we were standing on the deck of a substantial ship. I looked behind us and saw the other two helicopters on their own spots, with their blades just feet apart. It was a magnificent demonstration of flying capabilities by the pilots who landed these helicopters on the ship. The ship was completely dark except for the landing area.
The landing lights went off and the regular ship’s lights came on. The man with the flashlight indicated for us to follow him. He stepped inside the ship’s superstructure and led us down several ladders to the main deck. We followed him down the passageway and into the ship crew’s dining area. It was cramped, but all of us ultimately fit. Jedediah was right next to me and clung tightly to the case.
Eidhalt entered the room. He stood with his hands behind his back like a general waiting for his troops to be quiet. Finally everyone was quiet. He said, “I am quite sure that none of you expected to be on a ship in the Baltic when you came to my castle in Munich yesterday evening.” He smiled.
He continued, “Sometimes the unexpected is pleasant. I hope you find your stay on this ship exactly that. We have staterooms for each of you, sleeping in groups of two. If you would like to change out of the uniforms, we have provided additional clothing for you to use. In fact, you may discard those uniforms for now, as new ones have been sent to your home addresses. It could be somewhat inconvenient for you to be seen ashore today or tomorrow with an SS uniform on.” He chuckled and others joined i
n, many happy to relieve the tension.
He continued, “So what happens next? I will tell you. We are heading west in the Baltic, as an ordinary merchant ship. We look like a container ship, and we have erected large structures over the helicopters which will look from any distance of more than twenty feet like stacked containers. It will not be possible to tell that they are not, even with a very high-powered camera lens. If they have infrared, it might be more difficult, but we do not anticipate that there will be any military out here looking for us. Perhaps the police are looking for us. But that’s about all. And I really doubt they’re looking for a ship. We believe we are completely safe and will remain undetected. After sunrise, and the next daytime passes, you will all be taken to different locations in small but powerful boats that will meet us at a rendezvous point. Each destination will be different. Each of you will travel differently, and none of it will be traceable back to us. Some will go to Germany, some to Denmark, some all the way to Norway and even Sweden. As I told you, I have now nearly unlimited resources and want to share much of it with you in the building of the next Nazi empire. This is a small first step as we will be providing each of you with first-class tickets back to your homes when you debark from your boats.
“And now, I have a special treat.” He nodded to one of his men in the back who dimmed the lights on the mess decks. Suddenly a screen was lowered behind Eidhalt, and a video began. It was of the ceremony just completed in Poland, but from a distance. You couldn’t recognize anyone in the video. The picture changed, and instead of pageantry was filled with a man fighting for his life.
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