XII – PRIDE

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“ECONOMY BACK ON TRACK AGAIN.
The investments in new production facilities are steadily on the rise, and the Stock Market reacts as positive as anyone can wish. Analysts believe...”
Wall Street Journal, July 27th, 1937

HUAYUANKOW DIKES DESTROYED BY CHINESE.
This move might slow the japanese advance in central china. But the consequences for the population in the region are severe to say the least. Military analysts doubt the military efficiency of the action...”
International Heraldress Tribune, August 4th, 1937


Airship STOLZ VON BRESLAU**, Rio de Janeiro Aerodrome, August 7th 1937, 18.32 hours

**= Pride of Breslau

Männlein Detlev Decker welcomed the passengers on board with his usual polite routine. He worked on Lufthansa airships for 6 years now and was very glad he still had a job. Most males had been relegated back to the kitchen and children by the german government, but Lufthansa still employed male stewards on its airships.
Decker was 27 years old and quite handsome with his blonde hair and shining blue eyes, looking juicy in a womans eyes in his blue uniform. He often got invitations by beautiful ladies to join him in Aerodrome hotels, but this was impossible, even unthinkable for a modest german männlein.
The young male took a look at his watch. 10 minutes until departure. The STOLZ VON BRESLAU flew the route Rio – Berlin regularly every 4 days. The ship was well booked all the time, the business and tourist travel between South America and Germany rising constantly in the last years.
A female attendant closed the main door, and Detlef walked off to look after the passengers. He noticed a hetero couple to the left, both looked european, the woman a beautiful blonde, the male a stunning redhead with unusual muscles and in need of a haircut. Both seemed to be nervous. Detlef approached them.
“Everything in order, Mylady, Squire?”
The lady put a smile on her lips and replied:
“Yes, thank you, Männlein, can we have some coffee?”
She spoke german with a nordic accent, maybe Hamburg or Bremen.
“Sure, Mylady, one minute.”
She smiled politely, but the male starred at Detlef with barely hidden contempt. Detlef ignored that. Maybe a pleasure boy, this one? They better dont travel to Berlin, as in Germany for german ladies a relationship, even one only aiming at pleasure, with a male,  was strictly forbidden. The Nazis called it “gendershame”.
Well, that was not Detlefs business. He made his way to the service compartment. Gerlinde and Beate, the two Luftpolizistas (  air policewomen) of the STOLZ were over here, helping themselves to some coffee and smoking american Marlboros. 
Detlef liked the two, they treated him friendly, which was not often the case with Luftpolizistas, but he really wished they wouldnt smoke so much. You could hardly breath in here.
Blonde Beate smiled at him, while he was coughing slightly.
“Well, Detlef, want to have a smoke?”
Gerlinde, a darkhaired one with a ponytail, grinned:
“Our Männlein is a nonsmoker, as males should be.”
He busied himself with the coffee. Beate leaned over the small table near him, reaching for the ashtray. He really liked Beate, especially her anatomy. He noticed her big handgun at her hip. He DIDNT like guns. They made him nervous.
Beate patted him on the shoulders. She smelled so good. Detlef gulped and shifted uneasily.
“Getting nervous, little one? Its the gun, eh? You are such a coward!”
Gerlinde grunted matter of factly:
“Hes a male, Beate.”
Aint that the truth, Detlef thought, fetched the coffee and left with a small smile. The ladies laughed.


Delta Force barracks, Atlanta, Georgia, August 7th, 1937,  20.08 hours

“I am starting to think this is all a waste of time and resources. There was this mad girl on the MARLENE TWAIN last month, playing with this butcher knife, but they hardly needed a squad of our gals with smgs to deal with this.”
Beyonce sighed and leaned back in her chair.
Amy killed of her sandwich. The gal was eating constantly it seemed, but her waist didnt show the slightest hint of it. Beyonce was more than a bit jelaous of that.
“Well, Beyonce, we will see action soon enough.”
“Dont give me the superfrauleins again.”
“I have an idea.”
“So? Please enlighten me? New figures on the shooting range? Charging japanese officresses with katanas? Or Gestapo agents with machine guns?”
“Not exactly. These kidnappings still going on?”
“Damnit it, yeah. They are employing two bodyguards now, and they are vanishing too. Back in Seattle last week we had a hint, someone saw dark figures carrying big bundles to a parking truck. No description of the truck thats worth anything. At least, more than before.”
“Why not employ us?”
“And loosing our trained girls to the “ghosts”?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a trap.”
“Uh?”
“Set up a scientist presumably working on something very, very important, guarding her with innocent bodyguards, and waiting in the vicinity with a squad or two of our Deltas. I am rather surprised no one thought of that before.”
“Hmm. Sounds not bad. Really, I am intrigued. Would you care to write a memo about it? I will forward it to Directress Hoover.”
“No. Nothing written down. Tell it to Hoover in person. The superfrauen have agents everywhere.”
“Amy, your paranoia is worrysome.”
“Dont you know the saying?”
“Hu?”
“We are paranoid, but are we paranoid enough?”
“I see.”


Airship STOLZ VON BRESLAU, above Central Atlantic Ocean, August 8th, 1937, 5.09 hours

Detlef Decker was sleeping in the steward cabine, like most passengers either in their quite luxurious cabins or in their seats. Sort of, that is. He had indulged in Cola this evening, after his duties he had sat there and had watched the two Luftpolizistas playing Chess. Watching especially Beate had made his thoughts trailing to certain forbidden dreams, which centered around the voluptuous blonde. Without noticing it he had emptied three bottles of the famous softdrink. Lufthansa and the famous company in Atlanta had a contract. 
After finally visiting the sheets, the coffein and the dreams about a certain blonde denied him real sleep. Furthermore, the softdrinks drove him to the bathroom more than once.
There was no denying it again, he had to rose and relieve himself once more. He donned his jacket, fastened his tie, always the correct German, and opened finally the door to the personnel break cabine. 
“Freeze. Not a sound.” Hissed a female voice in his ear. Something feeling alarmingly like a gun pressed into his side. What alarmed Detlef even more was the sight to his left.
On the bench there, Beate and Gerhild were seated, there weapons gone, arms and legs bound with white tape, more tape in their faces gagged them effectively. They looked surprised and unbelieving and made small noises through their gags. 
To their right stood the muscled pleasureboy, a gun in hand and smiling darkly. Another woman was positioned at the door, with what looked like – dear goddess, a submachinegun.
The lady at his side was the attractive blonde companion of the big guy.
“Over there, move slowly.”
The big redhead growled:
“Shall I secure this männlein too?”
“No, this wont be neccessary, I am sure. You will be a brave boy, Männlein, ah... Decker, right?”
“Yes, Mam. Ahh; what is this? What are you doing?”
Detlef noticed how Beates bosom was accentuated by the way she was bound.  
What was he thinking? These were terrorists! They had overpowered the Luftpolizistas! 
“Let me introduce myself, Männlein Decker. I am Grafa Petra von Boeselager, commandress of the Sisterhood against Fascism, and we have taken control of this airship. Or we will in a nick of time. Would you be so kind to accompany me to the command deck?”
Detlefs eyes were wide. Beate and Gerlinde whimpered in their gags and struggled uselessly. 
Petra von Boeselager smiled like a good mother to their children.
“We will liberate this ship and clean it of filthy fascism.”
The muscled guy growled:
“Dropping these two packages here overboard would be a nice start.”
Detlef paled. Beate!


Control tower, Aerodrome, Miami, Florida, August 8th 1937, 9.21 hours

Priss Gawville was bored. This job was all routine. Incoming airships, outgoing airships.
She was working one of the tower radios eight hours a day, six hours a week. Well, it was a job, nothing more. At least her daughter was at college, studying medicine. 
She finished a conversation with the communications officress of SANDRINE CLEMENCAU, a french liner due in 30 minutes from Dakar, and returned to BOXING TODAY. The fight of Jane Lewis against this german Schmellert gal was only a week away. She had bet 50 $ on Lewis.
“This is the former STOLZ VON BRESLAU, Grafa Petra von Boeselager speaking. In the name of the Sisterhood against Fascism I demand landing rights on this aerodrome. Miami, did you hear me?”
What in hell...


Delta Force Barracks, Atlanta, Georgia, August 8th 1937, 9.57 hours

“Lady Tucker?”
“What is it, Rhoda?”
“We have a hijacking. Miami aerodrome, a german airship named STOLZ VON BRESLAU, Rio-Berlin line, obviously terrorists, some Sisterhood against Fascism.”
“Shit. Any more information?”
“Not yet. Our airship is already alerted. Should I alert the gals too?”
“Goddess sake, yeah. Immediately. The old dragons have granted them landing rights?”
“Going down on Miami aerodrome this very minute.”
Amy Wilder entered Tuckers office, chewing on a chocolate bar.
“Amy! A hijacking, a german liner, in Miami!”
“A german one?”
Amy smiled very broadly.
“My oh my, isnt this nice.”


Office of Consuless Agathe von Schröterstein, German consulate, Miami, Florida, August 8th, 1937, 11.14 hours

“Excuse me, Frau Consuless, you cant be serious.”
“Well it was undoubtedly the hand of the goddess of fortune which saw you in Miami at this very moment. Who else would be suited better to look into things? This so called Delta Force is a bunch of amateuresses, not like the SET. A german SET Major should have at least an eye on things. These terrorists are very dangerous, rumours have it even an armed male is among them. We...”
“In case no one told you, I am Frau Schmidt, from Schmidt Im- und Export, not a Major of SET.”
The usually cool Ophelia Skorzeny was on the edge of loosing it. What was this silly NOBLE cow thinking?
“I am afraid I cant understand your anger, Major Skorzeny...”
“The name is SCHMIDT, by the goddess of revenge and death!”
“Would you please explain why you get so agitated, Major?”
“Okay, okay. I will speak very slowly and clearly. In sending me over to the aerodrome in an official mission for the Reich, as Major Skorzeny of SET, you will “burn” me, as its called. This means you destroy my legend as an innocent german businesswoman named Schmidt. Understand? Or must I draw a picture?”
“Keep calm, my dear Major. Keep calm. Its an order of the Führa herself. She was informed an hour ago and asked specifically for you. Such is the trust of our Führa in you, Frau Major. You should take great pride in that.”
“The Führa? But she knew what we...”
“Yes?”
“Nothing, Frau Consuless. Well, if its by order of the Führa, I will hurry to the aerodrome. Any information you can provide me with?”
“This Delta Force is commanded by a negra from their FBI. One Beyonce Tucker. In the past, she worked without success on some disappereances of scientists here in the states. Some wild speculations about us Germans kidnapping the women, can you believe?”
“Really? What rubbish.”
“The US government will allow your presence, but only as observress.”
Ophelia nodded and rose, saluted crisply and left the office without further addo. Outside, she paused. Beyonce Tucker of FBI. The goddess of fortune played games all the time, Ophelia knew, but this...
If Tuckers performance in the abduction cases was any indicator, Ophelia hadnt much hope for the STOLZ and her passengers.