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In an age before computers the paperwork had to be filed in person, not hacked.

So there he stood in uniform before a file cabinet in Berlin. In went a military record, enlistment papers, commendations, promotions, leaves, wounds and even pay and viola Oberst Schreiber Kant of the Gestapo now existed and had a paper trail to prove it.

Now came the harder problem, finding the right mark for the plan, he scanned the files till he suddenly saw a familiar name. It was fiction he shouldn’t exist but so they said was he.

Suddenly everything needed fell into place.

Previously Fast and Slow Next: Guilt Trip

The gunner emotionlessly set up his weapon at the end of the car. Those fifty prisoners meant nothing to him. Years under the SS meant the days of being repulsed by such an order were long past.

As he adjusted the ammo belt the sight of the Englishmen’s shock as they grasped their fate didn’t move him. Pulling the trigger & spraying the field produced no more emotion than his morning shave.

But when his eyes fixed on the sight of all his spent rounds on the ground before a pair of red boots that brought him emotion, raw fear.

Previously: Surprises in Sequence Next: A Little More Action