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by Eredion » Fri Dec 04, 2015 10:44 am
by Dosteovania » Sat Dec 05, 2015 12:35 am
Barapam wrote:He ordered one of all the constables running around to help him carry the unconscious culprit into the back of his car, and come with him back to the station. The younger man in green uniform did as he was told. Martin gave him the car keys. Just as Weismann's car arrived, theirs left. Martin hoped he would get some time to question this Ivan by himself before anyone else got to interrogate and/or beat him up.
by New Decius » Sat Dec 05, 2015 9:55 am
Dosteovania wrote:Barapam wrote:He ordered one of all the constables running around to help him carry the unconscious culprit into the back of his car, and come with him back to the station. The younger man in green uniform did as he was told. Martin gave him the car keys. Just as Weismann's car arrived, theirs left. Martin hoped he would get some time to question this Ivan by himself before anyone else got to interrogate and/or beat him up.
Anna-Katrin nodded, a satisfied smile on her face as she watch Leutnant Waltz and another constable shove the shooter into Waltz's car and leave. She motioned another office over.
"Go tell Dietrich to get his ass back to the station on the double and start in on questioning. I'll hold off Weismann as long as I can. Tell Dietrich I said 'NO NOTES'. He'll know what I'm talking about. Tell him I'll be there as soon as I'm able."
The officer nodded and headed off across the garage. Anna-Katrin watched as Weismann's car pulled into the garage and stopped. She greeted Weismann's driver Gruber with a smile, and then steeled herself to deal with Weismann. She had to hold him off long enough for Dietrich to get back to the station.
She watched Weismann flinch visibly as he got out of the car. Although she'd had dealings with him before, she had no idea of his past service to the Reich, nor, quite honestly, did she really care. In her mind, he was nothing but a tight-ass annoyance, sent down by the higher-ups to get on her nerves. She didn't give a damn that he was five ranks above her. The stars on his shoulder boards did not faze her one single bit.
She returned his full salute with nothing more than a touch of her bloodstained fingertips to the brim of her visor cap, a nod of her head, and a bored expression on her face.
"Heil Hitler, Oberst Gruppenführer Weismann. You'll pardon the blood all over me...one of the Gauleiters was shot and I had to help out whilst we waited for the ambulance. As for what's going on here, unfortunately, the information you've received is way off base. There's been no terrorist action here, I'm afraid. It's nothing more than an irate illegal immigrant pissed off at being pulled over by a police officer. These things happen," she said, shrugging. "I don't know why they bothered to send you all the way out here today!"
by Russian-America » Sat Dec 05, 2015 10:21 am
Norlur wrote:Templhof International Airport Car Rental, Berlin
April 14th, 1964
Jyrki had just finished explaining his situation when the other SS fellow appeared. A rather young man, around his early to mid 20s, Jyrki saw him getting off his car and approaching him and the Sturmbannfuhrer. He frowned as the young man exclaimed that he had to leave, obviously not having heard his conversation with the other officer. To make things worse, the young SS man had demanded to take a look at his notebook. This would not normally be a problem as he always took notes in Finnish but this time it was different. He did mention both Klein and Berliinin yliopiston (University of Berlin). And more worrying, he had written Holokausti with a bold question mark next to it. Although the first pages of his notebook were things concerning the Fuhrer's birthday celebrations he could not risk the SS man beyond the second page.
"I was explaining to your esteemed colleague here, I am the Finnish state television reporter here to cover the Fuhrer's birthday. I just arrived from Templhof International Airport, and I was not aware of any 'inciden't happening here. " he said, looking towards the SS man who was now smoking his cigarette. "I think your colleague can also confirm that I just asked him instructions on how to leave the car rental, as obviously I need to go to Berlin to continue my report." Jyrki continued, lighting the cigarette he had taken out of his case.
He ripped the first page of his notepad and gave it to the young SS man. "This is some of the things I have written down so far, most notes taken while I was still on the plane." Jyrki said, finding an opportunity to finally put his notepad in his bag with the other baggage. Hopefully this would satisfy the curiosity of the SS man and the other officer would intervene so that he could left off the hook.
by Orange-Bourgogne » Sat Dec 05, 2015 12:20 pm
by Barapam » Sat Dec 05, 2015 2:05 pm
by Cuprum » Sat Dec 05, 2015 5:05 pm
by Dosteovania » Mon Dec 07, 2015 1:06 am
New Decius wrote: Weismann sighed as he realized what was going on. Likely she assumed he was a just a hard-ass down from headquarters, rather than a well-seasoned veteran of the Schutzstaffel. But, he saw something larger at work here. It smelled similar to his operation in Italy with the Italian Secret Service in 1950-1951, hunting down a Soviet spy ring that ran from Rome to Naples. A supposedly 'Irate Illegal Immigrant' with an airport shooting. Turned out to be a distraction so that a couple of supposedly innocent bystanders, in reality Libyan arms smugglers getting weapons to said Soviet spy ring.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Search all passengers and flights that have come in within the timeline of this incident or within several hours before it. Russians, Libyans, Ukrainians, all of them. Any who fit the profile of arms smugglers." When Anna gave him a look of confusion and annoyance he explained. "There is a method to my madness. In 1950 through 1951, I worked as the lead of a Joint-Task force between the Schutzstaffel and the Italian Secret Service to take down a ring of Soviet spies running from Rome to Naples. This smells of that case. In early 51, a seemingly irate illegal immigrant from Spain committed a shooting at an airport. We later discovered a week after that it was merely a distraction for a group of Libyan arms dealers to slip through airport security and get explosives to the Soviet's. We found it out two days after but by then Italian Security Police had already mishandled the evidence enough that the arms dealers were in the wind."
He decided to flash his badges of rank. "If necessary I will remind you that my authority comes from the office of Reichsführer Heydrich therefore I can order such actions." He hated to have to do that. "I really do not want to have to do so, after all we are all just working towards the greater security of Germany and the Thousand Year Reich." He threw another card out to get the ball moving. "Just as your husband did Fraulein von Bödeker. I knew the late Field Marshal and he was a good man and a good soldier."
by Barapam » Mon Dec 07, 2015 2:16 am
by New Decius » Mon Dec 07, 2015 3:01 am
Dosteovania wrote:New Decius wrote: Weismann sighed as he realized what was going on. Likely she assumed he was a just a hard-ass down from headquarters, rather than a well-seasoned veteran of the Schutzstaffel. But, he saw something larger at work here. It smelled similar to his operation in Italy with the Italian Secret Service in 1950-1951, hunting down a Soviet spy ring that ran from Rome to Naples. A supposedly 'Irate Illegal Immigrant' with an airport shooting. Turned out to be a distraction so that a couple of supposedly innocent bystanders, in reality Libyan arms smugglers getting weapons to said Soviet spy ring.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Search all passengers and flights that have come in within the timeline of this incident or within several hours before it. Russians, Libyans, Ukrainians, all of them. Any who fit the profile of arms smugglers." When Anna gave him a look of confusion and annoyance he explained. "There is a method to my madness. In 1950 through 1951, I worked as the lead of a Joint-Task force between the Schutzstaffel and the Italian Secret Service to take down a ring of Soviet spies running from Rome to Naples. This smells of that case. In early 51, a seemingly irate illegal immigrant from Spain committed a shooting at an airport. We later discovered a week after that it was merely a distraction for a group of Libyan arms dealers to slip through airport security and get explosives to the Soviet's. We found it out two days after but by then Italian Security Police had already mishandled the evidence enough that the arms dealers were in the wind."
He decided to flash his badges of rank. "If necessary I will remind you that my authority comes from the office of Reichsführer Heydrich therefore I can order such actions." He hated to have to do that. "I really do not want to have to do so, after all we are all just working towards the greater security of Germany and the Thousand Year Reich." He threw another card out to get the ball moving. "Just as your husband did Fraulein von Bödeker. I knew the late Field Marshal and he was a good man and a good soldier."
Anna-Katrin's heart gave a little lurch in her chest at the mention of her husband, and she looked down at her bloodstained hands. She closed her eyes, mentally shook herself, and looked Weismann straight in the eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled angrily.
"Oberst Gruppenführer Weismann, your badges of rank do not impress me. When you can call der Führer a close, personal friend as I can, perhaps only THEN might I be impressed. You may stand five ranks above me, but I'm here and I work under the strict orders of our leader, and the only orders I follow are HIS."
A call came over her radio, and she hurriedly grabbed it while turning her back to Weismann. He was unable to hear what was being said, except for Anna-Katrin's side of the conversation.
"Yes...no, put him...Jesus, really? Ok, ok, give me about an hour. Scheisse."
She clipped her radio back onto her belt as she turned back to face Weismann. She absentmindedly rubbed the back of her neck, feeling the thick knot of scar tissue that was a permanent reminder of one of the worst times in her life...
"I will get my men working on your request, but we're a little short-staffed, so we'll need some help from your office. And yes, I remember when all of that shit happened with the Soviets. What a shame the whole operation got botched." Her tone was mocking.
"A few other things, Oberst Gruppenführer Weismann. One, my name is Anna-Katrin, not Anna. I would appreciate it if you would remember that. Secondly, don't EVER try and use your rank against me. You'll find out rather quickly just WHO I am...as I told you before, the fact that you're five ranks above me does not impress me, nor does it scare me. And three..." her voice trailed off for a moment, and the look on her face would've struck fear in the heart of any lesser man.
"Don't ever mention my husband in my presence again. You have NO IDEA what he was like."
With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off.
by Cuprum » Mon Dec 07, 2015 12:02 pm
by Russian-America » Fri Dec 11, 2015 3:16 pm
Barapam wrote:Leutnant Martin Waltz lit himself a cigarette. He offered private Keller, who stood at attention by the grey wall, but he politely declined. He didn't smoke. Martin offered the Russian a cigarette too. He wasn't worth it, but it often made criminals more talkative, in Martin's experience. And that was the whole point of the interrogation. Or rather "the preliminary questioning", to put it correctly.
The room they were in was grey and dull. The only source of light was the lamp on the grey table. Grey chairs, grey walls. It looked really depressing, and it was done on purpose. It was far to the ceiling, in order to give the interrogated the feeling of being small and meaningless. The mirror glass on one of the walls did its best to help increasing that feeling. You never knew who was watching. It was the same with the security cameras above.
Martin started the recorder and routinely gave the regular info, time, date, people present in the room, and so on. Then he began to properly grill the guy sitting across the table.
"All right, Monsieur Aldric Fontaine... what's your real name? What were you doing at Tempelhof Car Rental earlier today?" He puffed out some smoke. "Who do you work for? KGB? GRU? Some other agency?" He paused. "Perhaps we should go back to your childhood. Where are you born?"
by Dosteovania » Fri Dec 11, 2015 4:25 pm
by Barapam » Sun Dec 13, 2015 8:04 am
by Russian-America » Sun Dec 13, 2015 9:30 am
by New Decius » Sun Dec 13, 2015 1:04 pm
Russian-America wrote:Hans walked in to the interrogation room and noticed Aldric Fontaine and Martin Waltz and the photo on the table. He quickly picked the photo and slid it away and said "Do not mind this photo." while a nervous look came across his face. He quickly scratched his chin and looked down Aldric Fontaine with a expression of trying to remember him. Hans suddenly said outright, "Aldric. I need to see your arm. Looks like you may got injured there." even thought there was no markings of a injury. Aldric refused and said, "No. You can't." and Hans walked over and said, "Obstructing a investigation is a crime in the Reich. Not sure about Soviet Union or Vichy France." while pulling his baton out from his duty belt. Hans quickly pulled up the mans sleeve. Aldric tried to prevent it but Hans swatted at his hand with the baton, clearly missing on purpose. Hans took a good look at the arm looking for any camp tattoos. Hans thought, "No camp tattoo... yet, a photo of me at Auschwitz. Tattoos don't disappear over time only obviously getting wrinkly on the skin." Hans would be told by Waltz (assuming) what Aldric said. Hans nodded and looked at Waltz while carefully making sure no one was listening besides him and Waltz. Hans walked to Waltz and whispered in to his ear. "This man can't be from a camp. He has no tattoos and if his story matches up then obviously he wasn't a Jew and a Red Army soldier as we only imprisoned Red Army soldiers and that was at no camp known as Auschwitz. That was at a prisoner of war camp where tattooing for ID purposes was common. We deported all the Jews to Canada and Sweden and Switzerland and Spain and Italy aswell." Hans obviously intended by his whispering to Waltz that he meant that something was up with Mr. Fontaines story while not mentioning anything about the Holocaust. Hans pressed a buzzer on the wall and said in to the buzzer, "Get me the prison-records and face measurement tools. Prison records from A-15910 to A-15999 on Far-Eastern prisoner camps including Camp Agel." Camp Agel being the code name for Auschwitz.
by Barapam » Wed Dec 16, 2015 2:01 pm
by Dosteovania » Wed Dec 16, 2015 7:27 pm
by New Decius » Wed Dec 16, 2015 9:08 pm
Dosteovania wrote:The moment she arrived back at the station, Anna-Katrin headed to the interrogation room. She walked into the outer room and dismissed the officers standing guard.
"Everyone out. NOW."
The two officers scrambled to do her bidding, not wanting to get on her bad side. They could both tell that she was on edge and neither of them wanted to suffer from pissing her off.
Anna-Katrin strode over to the one-way mirror and looked in.
Goddammit. Weismann beat me here.
She saw Weismann pull Dietrich to the side and whisper something into his ear. She saw the sudden look of surprise on Dietrich's face as whatever Weismann had said sunk in.
Just then, the door opened, and another officer came in, carrying a box of file folders and assorted tools. He saw Anna-Katrin standing there and stopped, a confused look on his face. She reached out and took the box from him.
"Thank you, Leutnant. That will be all. You're dismissed." Her tone brooked no argument, and the Leutnant made a hasty retreat.
Anna-Katrin put the box down on the table against the far wall. She reached in a pulled out a couple of the file folders.
CAMP AGEL -TOP SECRET was stamped in bold black letters across the front. Anna-Katrin's eyes widened.
"No," she whispered. The blood drained from her face. "No, no, no, NO. This can't be happening again."
She shakily pulled her pack of cigarettes and her lighter from her pocket as she sat down heavily on the chair next to the table. She had completely forgotten all that was going on in the interrogation room...every thought was focused on the files in the box.
She lit her cigarette, took a deep draw on it, her head dropping, closing her eyes, willing the memories that had suddenly, violently resurfaced to get out of her head...
I, Adolf K. Weismann, SS-Oberst-Gruppenführer serving at the pleasure of His Excellency, SS-Reichsfuhrer Reinhard Heydrich, do hereby decree that whomsoever is the bearer of this note is operating under the authority of the office of His Excellency, SS-Reichsfuhrer Reinhard Heydrich, and acting for the good and greater security of the Reich. The bearer of this note and those accompanying are granted the full immunity as awarded to those serving at the pleasure of the office of the SS-Reichsfuhrer. Any whom have issuance with this order may bring it up to myself directly at my office at the Hauptquartier der SS.
Adolf K. Weismann
by Russian-America » Wed Dec 16, 2015 10:07 pm
by Dosteovania » Wed Dec 16, 2015 10:47 pm
New Decius wrote:Weismann exited the interrogation room to the outer chamber and stood beside Anna-Katrin with a frown upon his face. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, as if hoping this was all some terrible dream. "When I was stationed on the Eastern Front, in 48, I was temporarily assigned to that horrid place they dared call a camp. I do not like to recall the details. I do not want the world to have to know such horror, specifically I would like to prevent my son having to live in a world where such matters are everyday conversation." He took his glasses off and used his handkerchief to clean them.
He turned to Anna and there was no waver in the determination in his voice or feature. "Listen, I realize you may not like me, you more than likely despise me for that matter." He placed his hands on the table and gestured to the file. "But I believe we both know the ramifications this could cause if it came out. And I don't think either of us want's to have our career's dragged through the mud or the career's of our loved ones dragged through the dirt and grime with us." He picked up the file and flipped through it before tossing it beside Anna.
"I want this closed fast. I will refrain from informing the Reichsfuhrer at this time so as not to spread a panic and because we certainly don't want the Gestapo to waltz in here and start 'silencing' anyone connected to this case." He grabbed a nearby piece of paper and began to write something out on it before signing his signature on the bottom. "Here, this should help. I am authorizing you with Grade A Security Clearance and Immunity for this investigation. No matter how deep you dig, you'll be clear from political or legal harm. It also clears you to use any means necessary to extract information from this potential terrorist." Then Weismann took a cigar from his coat and lit it. "If anyone has issues with this order, tell them to contact my office and we'll watch their resolve crumble. I am not exactly known for being lenient to those who question my orders." It was true, Weismann had once posted a man to Stalingrad of all places for questioning his decision on an investigation which he turned out to be right on.
"This man apparently claims to be one of the inmates at the camp. I have not been here long enough to know if I believe him." He took a long drag from his cigar and gave a sigh. "What I do know is I have seen the horrors of Moscow, Stalingrad, Warsaw, Riga, Leningrad, Kursk, and Kiev, the slaughter's of soldier. And still it did not compare to that wretched place." He gestured towards the note he had signed. "If anyone from the Gestapo, Orpo, or SS questions your actions in this case, simply flash that note and they will be unable to act, it places yourself and the investigation under the authority and immunity of the office of Reichsfuhrer Heydrich. It will protect you from anything short of treason. That does not translate as me telling you to bust down the doors of random citizens and take extreme measures, but-" Weismann turned to look at the man in the room beyond. "I want this closed and fast."I, Adolf K. Weismann, SS-Oberst-Gruppenführer serving at the pleasure of His Excellency, SS-Reichsfuhrer Reinhard Heydrich, do hereby decree that whomsoever is the bearer of this note is operating under the authority of the office of His Excellency, SS-Reichsfuhrer Reinhard Heydrich, and acting for the good and greater security of the Reich. The bearer of this note and those accompanying are granted the full immunity as awarded to those serving at the pleasure of the office of the SS-Reichsfuhrer. Any whom have issuance with this order may bring it up to myself directly at my office at the Hauptquartier der SS.
Adolf K. Weismann
Russian-America wrote:Hans stepped out of the interrogation room letting the door shut behind him and approached the two high-ranked officials. He stopped infront of them, still holding his Coca-cola bottle. He took a sip of it and quickly swallowed it. He begun speaking in a low, but increasing tone. "This man is not from Camp Agel. He bears no tattoos. He knows about the purpose of Camp Agel. Extermination, cremation, slave labors while being there while not being from the camp in question. If he was in the camp. He would surely have a tattoo of sorts but obviously he doesn't as I inspected his arm. I know for a damn fact that he wasn't there. He knows my name and now my face. He surely had to meet me somewhere. Hell, everyone was walking skeletons there. Between us three. I was a camp doctor there. Seen some shit, been through some shit. I used to work with a doctor named Mengele. Crazy guy. He'd always have damn Danube Waltz playing loud as hell, non-stop just like the college kids have that shit called rock playing. He had a fascination with twins or so was I told by my assistant, Karla Hemhurt." while remembering the times he was ordered to preside over selection process of Auschwitz. Unlike the others, he had been far more lenient on arrivals sending the sick to work and children to work while sending convicted criminals to the gas-chamber immediately. He even went as far to help some escape.
BACK TO PRESENT TIME IN RP
Hans quickly shook back to reality and took another sip of his drink and waited for his superiors to reply to what he had to say.
by New Decius » Wed Dec 16, 2015 11:33 pm
Dosteovania wrote:New Decius wrote:Weismann exited the interrogation room to the outer chamber and stood beside Anna-Katrin with a frown upon his face. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, as if hoping this was all some terrible dream. "When I was stationed on the Eastern Front, in 48, I was temporarily assigned to that horrid place they dared call a camp. I do not like to recall the details. I do not want the world to have to know such horror, specifically I would like to prevent my son having to live in a world where such matters are everyday conversation." He took his glasses off and used his handkerchief to clean them.
He turned to Anna and there was no waver in the determination in his voice or feature. "Listen, I realize you may not like me, you more than likely despise me for that matter." He placed his hands on the table and gestured to the file. "But I believe we both know the ramifications this could cause if it came out. And I don't think either of us want's to have our career's dragged through the mud or the career's of our loved ones dragged through the dirt and grime with us." He picked up the file and flipped through it before tossing it beside Anna.
"I want this closed fast. I will refrain from informing the Reichsfuhrer at this time so as not to spread a panic and because we certainly don't want the Gestapo to waltz in here and start 'silencing' anyone connected to this case." He grabbed a nearby piece of paper and began to write something out on it before signing his signature on the bottom. "Here, this should help. I am authorizing you with Grade A Security Clearance and Immunity for this investigation. No matter how deep you dig, you'll be clear from political or legal harm. It also clears you to use any means necessary to extract information from this potential terrorist." Then Weismann took a cigar from his coat and lit it. "If anyone has issues with this order, tell them to contact my office and we'll watch their resolve crumble. I am not exactly known for being lenient to those who question my orders." It was true, Weismann had once posted a man to Stalingrad of all places for questioning his decision on an investigation which he turned out to be right on.
"This man apparently claims to be one of the inmates at the camp. I have not been here long enough to know if I believe him." He took a long drag from his cigar and gave a sigh. "What I do know is I have seen the horrors of Moscow, Stalingrad, Warsaw, Riga, Leningrad, Kursk, and Kiev, the slaughter's of soldier. And still it did not compare to that wretched place." He gestured towards the note he had signed. "If anyone from the Gestapo, Orpo, or SS questions your actions in this case, simply flash that note and they will be unable to act, it places yourself and the investigation under the authority and immunity of the office of Reichsfuhrer Heydrich. It will protect you from anything short of treason. That does not translate as me telling you to bust down the doors of random citizens and take extreme measures, but-" Weismann turned to look at the man in the room beyond. "I want this closed and fast."I, Adolf K. Weismann, SS-Oberst-Gruppenführer serving at the pleasure of His Excellency, SS-Reichsfuhrer Reinhard Heydrich, do hereby decree that whomsoever is the bearer of this note is operating under the authority of the office of His Excellency, SS-Reichsfuhrer Reinhard Heydrich, and acting for the good and greater security of the Reich. The bearer of this note and those accompanying are granted the full immunity as awarded to those serving at the pleasure of the office of the SS-Reichsfuhrer. Any whom have issuance with this order may bring it up to myself directly at my office at the Hauptquartier der SS.
Adolf K. Weismann
Anna-Katrin looked up as Weismann came out of the interrogation room. She took another drag off of her cigarette and then stubbed it out in the ashtray before quickly lighting up another. Her hands were shaking, and she was visibly pale. Her voice was trembling when she finally spoke.
"In March of 1942, I was 15 years old. My uncle was stationed at Auschwitz II-Birkenau. As a member of the Hitlerjugend, I was asked, along with some other kids in my group, to go help out for a few weeks. We thought we'd have a grand old time...away from home, free run of the place. We were naive and stupid and had no idea what we were in for...we'd all seen the Theresienstadt films and thought the camps were nice little vacation spots for the Jews."
She paused and took a long drag off her cigarette. The smoke swirled around her face as she exhaled. She closed her eyes and continued, her voice soft.
"I was there when the first gassings took place. I was one who helped to take the prisoners' belongs from the undressing rooms."
Her head dropped down. She took one last drag off her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray, and then looked up at Weismann. Tears glittered in her blue eyes. Pain was written across her face.
"The screams. Mein Gott, the screams. The pounding on the door. Mein Gott, mein Gott," her voice trailed off. "Herr Oberst-Gruppenführer, to this day, I can still hear them screaming."
She picked up the piece of paper on which Weismann had written up his authorization. She studied it for a second, nodded, and folded it up before tucking it into an inner pocket in her tailor-made black tunic. She looked back up at Weismann as she lit yet another cigarette. Her hands were a bit more steady. Her deep blue eyes bored into his.
"It's not that I don't like you, Oberst-Gruppenführer. It's your office that disgusts me. And Heydrich, as well. And if you ever say anything, you know I'll deny it," she said with a little laugh. "When I get back to my office, I will write up a list of men that will be participating in this investigation. We want to keep things close to home this time around. When you get that list, I want you to write up an authorization for every last man. I want there to be NO CHANCE of any screw ups with the bloody Gestapo. I want this gone as much as you do. Believe me, I want it ALL GONE. I want the screaming to stop."
She took a drag off her cigarette and gave him a small, tight smile.
"How about I make up for earlier? A drink later, perhaps..."Russian-America wrote:Hans stepped out of the interrogation room letting the door shut behind him and approached the two high-ranked officials. He stopped infront of them, still holding his Coca-cola bottle. He took a sip of it and quickly swallowed it. He begun speaking in a low, but increasing tone. "This man is not from Camp Agel. He bears no tattoos. He knows about the purpose of Camp Agel. Extermination, cremation, slave labors while being there while not being from the camp in question. If he was in the camp. He would surely have a tattoo of sorts but obviously he doesn't as I inspected his arm. I know for a damn fact that he wasn't there. He knows my name and now my face. He surely had to meet me somewhere. Hell, everyone was walking skeletons there. Between us three. I was a camp doctor there. Seen some shit, been through some shit. I used to work with a doctor named Mengele. Crazy guy. He'd always have damn Danube Waltz playing loud as hell, non-stop just like the college kids have that shit called rock playing. He had a fascination with twins or so was I told by my assistant, Karla Hemhurt." while remembering the times he was ordered to preside over selection process of Auschwitz. Unlike the others, he had been far more lenient on arrivals sending the sick to work and children to work while sending convicted criminals to the gas-chamber immediately. He even went as far to help some escape.
BACK TO PRESENT TIME IN RP
Hans quickly shook back to reality and took another sip of his drink and waited for his superiors to reply to what he had to say.
Anna-Katrin cut off mid-sentence as Hans came out the door and started speaking. When he was through, all she could do was stare at him incredulously. She felt herself spinning out of control.
Jesus Christ, that makes THREE of us! How many more in this department are wrapped up in this?
"Hans, get back in that interrogation room and make that son of a bitch talk. We need to know what the hell he knows, and we need to know NOW. We don't have any time to waste, do you understand? I don't care how you do it. You are authorized to use any means necessary," her voice was clipped and tight.
"ANY. MEANS. NECESSARY."
by Dosteovania » Thu Dec 17, 2015 12:41 am
New Decius wrote:Weismann chipped in as well as he stepped up and gave his two bit. "Cut off his fingers if that's what it takes." Then an idea struck him on an age-old interrogation tactic that had never failed in the past. It was a long-shot but it just might work. "Try the old 'we know everything trick' on him. Belittle him, make him believe we already know every detail of his scheme, that it was idiotically simple to begin with, psychological warfare in practice. He may end up letting something drop. And if not.." He picked up a nearby hammer and mimed smashing it against his knee. "Introduce his knee to a little thing we call pain."
He then took out the files from the box and began looking through them. Weismann preferred good old fashioned police work to any other method. It was still the most effective and, in most cases, the most satisfying at a case's conclusion. "Let's see here. No tattoo is a sign that he wasn't an inmate but there is also the possibility he could have had it taken off. Still there would be a lasting impression and where could he go to get it removed safely and professionally anyhow without being found out." He gave a shudder at his next thought. "Question is how he found out specific details about the reality of the camp. The films obviously told the public that the Jew's were sent to camps to be separated from the populace, yet no real specific details were released. Most of the personnel at Agil in specific were transferred to locations where nothing could be easily revealed, such as North Africa or the Eastern Front." He took off his hat and sat down as he felt they could be there a while.
"Let us try to establish a base before we leave to set the wheels in motion. Now, he doesn't appear very old, not even middle-aged. Likely age is between mid-twenties and early-thirties. That would put his birth, between the start of the war and the failed invasion of Normandy. Best bet would be to lengthen the scale as far back as 1936 and either way that still leaves him as a child by the time of the camp being opened." Weismann checked security detail records for the camp in its first decade and combined it with his own knowledge. "Going ahead as far as 1946, the camp was still in public eye to a degree with the Hitlerjugend trips and the film crews. As the front got farther and farther away from Poland, security tightened." He stubbed out his cigar and focused on the documents. "When I was first posted to the rear echelons in 1947 for anti-partisan activity, many of these groups were still whispering about the camp's." Then he made a realization.
"This man could possibly be a child of a partisan from that decade hence his knowledge of the camps. Though normally the relatives of partisan members were executed to make an example." He raised an eyebrow as he came across the document detailing his being posted to Auschwitz. "In July of 1948, I was posted to Camp Agil to hunt a mole who was getting inmates out. By that time, no more screaming, they had made the chambers sound proof. No mail was allowed in or out and by that point the visits had stopped." He juggled the numbers in his head. "By the scale already laid out, this man would be just starting adolescence at that time. Still too young." Weismann scratched his chin in thought as he turned to Anna-Katrin.
"What do you make of it? From your point of view who is this man? Using what has been laid out and onhand observations, tell me his story. Targets a specific person whom served at a top secret post yet said person has no memory of ever meeting his would be killer, able to switch languages, falsified identification papers."
by New Decius » Thu Dec 17, 2015 1:30 am
Dosteovania wrote:New Decius wrote:Weismann chipped in as well as he stepped up and gave his two bit. "Cut off his fingers if that's what it takes." Then an idea struck him on an age-old interrogation tactic that had never failed in the past. It was a long-shot but it just might work. "Try the old 'we know everything trick' on him. Belittle him, make him believe we already know every detail of his scheme, that it was idiotically simple to begin with, psychological warfare in practice. He may end up letting something drop. And if not.." He picked up a nearby hammer and mimed smashing it against his knee. "Introduce his knee to a little thing we call pain."
He then took out the files from the box and began looking through them. Weismann preferred good old fashioned police work to any other method. It was still the most effective and, in most cases, the most satisfying at a case's conclusion. "Let's see here. No tattoo is a sign that he wasn't an inmate but there is also the possibility he could have had it taken off. Still there would be a lasting impression and where could he go to get it removed safely and professionally anyhow without being found out." He gave a shudder at his next thought. "Question is how he found out specific details about the reality of the camp. The films obviously told the public that the Jew's were sent to camps to be separated from the populace, yet no real specific details were released. Most of the personnel at Agil in specific were transferred to locations where nothing could be easily revealed, such as North Africa or the Eastern Front." He took off his hat and sat down as he felt they could be there a while.
"Let us try to establish a base before we leave to set the wheels in motion. Now, he doesn't appear very old, not even middle-aged. Likely age is between mid-twenties and early-thirties. That would put his birth, between the start of the war and the failed invasion of Normandy. Best bet would be to lengthen the scale as far back as 1936 and either way that still leaves him as a child by the time of the camp being opened." Weismann checked security detail records for the camp in its first decade and combined it with his own knowledge. "Going ahead as far as 1946, the camp was still in public eye to a degree with the Hitlerjugend trips and the film crews. As the front got farther and farther away from Poland, security tightened." He stubbed out his cigar and focused on the documents. "When I was first posted to the rear echelons in 1947 for anti-partisan activity, many of these groups were still whispering about the camp's." Then he made a realization.
"This man could possibly be a child of a partisan from that decade hence his knowledge of the camps. Though normally the relatives of partisan members were executed to make an example." He raised an eyebrow as he came across the document detailing his being posted to Auschwitz. "In July of 1948, I was posted to Camp Agil to hunt a mole who was getting inmates out. By that time, no more screaming, they had made the chambers sound proof. No mail was allowed in or out and by that point the visits had stopped." He juggled the numbers in his head. "By the scale already laid out, this man would be just starting adolescence at that time. Still too young." Weismann scratched his chin in thought as he turned to Anna-Katrin.
"What do you make of it? From your point of view who is this man? Using what has been laid out and onhand observations, tell me his story. Targets a specific person whom served at a top secret post yet said person has no memory of ever meeting his would be killer, able to switch languages, falsified identification papers."
Anna-Katrin looked at Weismann, her eyes wide, like a deer caught in a car's headlights. A headache was suddenly pounding at her temples and she felt dizzy.
"I...I honestly don't know," she said. She lit another cigarette. Her pack was empty, and she crushed it in her hand before tossing it into a nearby wastebasket.
She mentally shook herself. Get with it, Bödeker. You're better than this shit. Pull yourself together!
"Ok, here's what I'm thinking. He's out for revenge. He said he escaped in the Fall of 1957. We need to go through these files and find out if that's true. You know how the SS is. The paperwork is always immaculate and detailed. Other than that, I really don't know," her voice trailed off. "I don't know."
She pulled a small tin out of her pants pocket. Popping it open, she shook two pills from it and snapped it shut. She slid it back into her pocket as she popped the pills into her mouth. Her head was throbbing, and she swallowed the pills dry. She stood up, felt the world tilt, and grabbed for the edge of the table.
"I'm...ok," she said, waving Dietrich away as he made a move to help her. "I'm just tired. I have some phone calls that I need to make. See if I can't find out anything else. If you gentlemen with both excuse me, I'm off to my office. If you need me, that's where I'll be."
She only managed two steps forward before her world spun crazily. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, her knees buckled, and she collapsed on the floor at Weismann's feet.
by Russian-America » Thu Dec 17, 2015 10:42 am
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