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It Happened in Hamburg
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
I see him thinking : 'Could it be the same Barbara Mohr, the vilain who made a scratch on the fender of my Horch 830!?"
(You see, German cars of the time were undistructable, but if you made a scratch on them, and the owner was a bit of a grumpy character, like Mr. Mustache, then you were in trouble!).
Mikerytel
Senator
Barbara drove normally for once. But that was the one time she should've have went full speed ahead to the driver side door
Grumpy? Him? No way … always a perfect gentleman!
Mikerytel
Senator
Yeah this is the face of a perfect gentleman
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Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 02:57, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Barbara Mohr was about to protest, but the sound of some poor luckless soul … another woman judging by the sounds of her pleading and screaming … being mercilessly beaten in the very next interrogation room, along with the surly, no nonsense, look of the two muscular stone-faced men assigned to watch over her suggested that cooperation, at least to begin with, might be the best option.
That the night’s operation had gone terribly wrong was clearly evident, and her mind was racing feverishly to assess what had happened as well as to invent a story that might persuade the authorities to let her go.
It was a good thing that she had managed to distribute all her circulars prior to when the two great-coated, fedora hatted, Gestapo men pulled their black Mercedes260D up alongside where she was walking, threw open a door and ordered her to get in … for it meant they had no physical evidence of what she had been up to.
More problematic was explaining what a young woman, like herself, might be doing walking alone on the sleety, wind swept streets of Hamburg at 2 in the morning.
She’d been out distributing circulars at that hour of the night before the start of the work week because Rudy, the leader of the resistance cell to which she belonged, thought that such activities were best done while the city slept and no one was likely to be up and about.
Ahh, yes. Dear Rudy … her best friend and dear lover … so sincerely idealistic and so unwaveringly dedicated to the cause.
But apparently not infallible. And perhaps a little too naive. While it was important to get their message out … she sincerely believed that … perhaps attempting to do so in the dead of a cold winter night was not the best strategy. But Rudy was not one to be easily dissuaded.
And, as it turned out, despite the hour of the night someone had obviously been up and had observed her distributing the circulars … stuffing them in mailboxes and slipping them under doors … and had taken it upon themselves to call the police.
So, thinking analytically, she imagined that one advantage she had was that it would be her word against that of an unknown observer. In addition, she reasoned, if worst came to worst, she could call upon her father. But only as a last resort. Her relationship with him was complicated, to say the least … in large part over his vehement and unrelenting disapproval of her romantic association with Rudy and the Resistance.
Having thought that through, she felt a small surge of confidence. Things may turn out alright, she told herself. She merely had to come up with a plausible story.
But that buoyant feeling was swiftly blown away by the sight of another detainee … a woman … and quite likely the one she had overheard being beaten in the neighboring interrogation room … dragged by two men down the corridor past the room’s open door.
The poor woman was stark naked, her body visibly bruised and battered, dragged by her outstretched arms, face down, knees and feet in contact with the floor.
It was difficult for Barbara to determine whether she might know the woman’s identity. But, she was somewhat relieved to note that, as best she could tell, the woman appeared to be older, perhaps middle-aged. And therefore unlikely to be a member of the resistance cell, which was almost exclusively made up of young people.
But, any sense of relief drawing from that conclusion was offset by shock at the severity to which the poor woman had quite obviously been beaten and tortured. Barbara also couldn’t help but notice the wicked grins animating the faces of the two hulking enforcers assigned to her own interrogation cell, causing her to suspect that the gruesome scene she’d witnessed out in the corridor had been purposely staged for her benefit.
Such thoughts were interrupted by the return of the Unterscharführer in charge of the interrogation wing that night, the man she had overheard some of the others call ‘Reimer’.
“SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt will be down shortly,” he announced brusquely to his subordinates as he strode into the room. “Our orders are to prepare the prisoner for his arrival.”
TBC
Verhörraum E, Detention and Interrogation Section, Hamburg Stadthaus, 02:57, Sunday, 18 December, 1938
Barbara Mohr was about to protest, but the sound of some poor luckless soul … another woman judging by the sounds of her pleading and screaming … being mercilessly beaten in the very next interrogation room, along with the surly, no nonsense, look of the two muscular stone-faced men assigned to watch over her suggested that cooperation, at least to begin with, might be the best option.
That the night’s operation had gone terribly wrong was clearly evident, and her mind was racing feverishly to assess what had happened as well as to invent a story that might persuade the authorities to let her go.
It was a good thing that she had managed to distribute all her circulars prior to when the two great-coated, fedora hatted, Gestapo men pulled their black Mercedes260D up alongside where she was walking, threw open a door and ordered her to get in … for it meant they had no physical evidence of what she had been up to.
More problematic was explaining what a young woman, like herself, might be doing walking alone on the sleety, wind swept streets of Hamburg at 2 in the morning.
She’d been out distributing circulars at that hour of the night before the start of the work week because Rudy, the leader of the resistance cell to which she belonged, thought that such activities were best done while the city slept and no one was likely to be up and about.
Ahh, yes. Dear Rudy … her best friend and dear lover … so sincerely idealistic and so unwaveringly dedicated to the cause.
But apparently not infallible. And perhaps a little too naive. While it was important to get their message out … she sincerely believed that … perhaps attempting to do so in the dead of a cold winter night was not the best strategy. But Rudy was not one to be easily dissuaded.
And, as it turned out, despite the hour of the night someone had obviously been up and had observed her distributing the circulars … stuffing them in mailboxes and slipping them under doors … and had taken it upon themselves to call the police.
So, thinking analytically, she imagined that one advantage she had was that it would be her word against that of an unknown observer. In addition, she reasoned, if worst came to worst, she could call upon her father. But only as a last resort. Her relationship with him was complicated, to say the least … in large part over his vehement and unrelenting disapproval of her romantic association with Rudy and the Resistance.
Having thought that through, she felt a small surge of confidence. Things may turn out alright, she told herself. She merely had to come up with a plausible story.
But that buoyant feeling was swiftly blown away by the sight of another detainee … a woman … and quite likely the one she had overheard being beaten in the neighboring interrogation room … dragged by two men down the corridor past the room’s open door.
The poor woman was stark naked, her body visibly bruised and battered, dragged by her outstretched arms, face down, knees and feet in contact with the floor.
It was difficult for Barbara to determine whether she might know the woman’s identity. But, she was somewhat relieved to note that, as best she could tell, the woman appeared to be older, perhaps middle-aged. And therefore unlikely to be a member of the resistance cell, which was almost exclusively made up of young people.
But, any sense of relief drawing from that conclusion was offset by shock at the severity to which the poor woman had quite obviously been beaten and tortured. Barbara also couldn’t help but notice the wicked grins animating the faces of the two hulking enforcers assigned to her own interrogation cell, causing her to suspect that the gruesome scene she’d witnessed out in the corridor had been purposely staged for her benefit.
Such thoughts were interrupted by the return of the Unterscharführer in charge of the interrogation wing that night, the man she had overheard some of the others call ‘Reimer’.
“SS-Sturmbannführer Reinhardt will be down shortly,” he announced brusquely to his subordinates as he strode into the room. “Our orders are to prepare the prisoner for his arrival.”
TBC
Tmaster
Governor
No, I think he was just reading the comics.
captivecuties
Senator
The slow, detailed build up…
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
I really like the fact you've chosen 1938, a pre war period, with German against German, Nazi v Resistance. I recently watched a docu-drama series on the rise and fall of the Nazis, and it was so clear how much opposition there was to their power grab and to Hitler himself from within Germany. So this is a wonderful sub text.
As for the build up towards Frau Mohr's interrogation, then excellent writing as usual Barb.
So far, so very damn good!
As for the build up towards Frau Mohr's interrogation, then excellent writing as usual Barb.
So far, so very damn good!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
"They told me, those leaflets were publicity for Riesling wines, Your Honour!"
A general trait in the Moore/Mohr families?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Brilliant 99
Mikerytel
Senator
Barb has Aryan features that will impress the SS interrogators. So I think they will strip her naked so they can gaze upon it
Oh…
But wait, that happens every episode Barb’s ever involved with, across all eternity!
So stop reading ahead!
Yes I was just distributing advertising for Aldi’s"They told me, those leaflets were publicity for Riesling wines, Your Honour!"
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
These guys really look muscled! And bare-breasted while it is December! Capable of forcing a blitzkrieg breakthrough by their own! 
Poor Barb, she does not make a chance!
"Good day, Fraulein Mohr! We are Rottenführer Schipp und Dails and we will entertain you with some interrogation!"
