Tales Of The Illuminaughty

…a much more fun organization

The Doclopedia #1,306

How Did You Get That Scar?: The Old Veteran

“Well, Billy, since your old grandad doesn’t have too many more months left on this old earth, I’ll tell you all about it. Now, understand that you can’t go telling anybody anything I’m about to say. It’s still a big deal secret, even though I’d bet a fat wad of cash that there aren’t five people still alive who were actually privy to the info way back during the war. Still, you can bet there’s some government schmoe out there tasked with hauling in anyone that says the wrong things.

It was January of 1945 and contrary to everything you’ve ever heard about me, I wasn’t in the infantry fighting in the Battle of the Bulge. I was in Berlin working deep undercover with three other folks. One was a yank, like me. The other two were a British woman and a Polish guy that looked every bit the Aryan ideal. We’d been there since October of 1943, working jobs and moving up the ladder. Me and Jack were at the Records Department, which gave us plenty of opportunities to learn things. Stan, the Pole, was doing propaganda movies. He hated it, but he learned even more than Jack and I did. Kate was working as a maid in the hotel where all the top dogs stayed when they were in town. Nazis, Japs, Italians, they all stayed there. Kate learned more than any of us, because even the smartest guys leave clues behind, not to mention they like to talk when they get drunk.

Anyway, at first, we were just getting intel and passing it on to our contact. But after about ten months, we all started hearing these rumors about some secret club that Hitler was part of. We also heard about people going to meetings of this club and never being seen again. Now, these were just the barest half-whispered rumors, nothing worth reporting on, but when you keep hearing them, you start digging a little deeper. And we did just that.

Stan found a young actress that, after a little bed action, told him how a friend of hers was sleeping with some Nazi officer who was assigned with protecting a scientist. This scientist was working on something big, something that would turn the war and hand the Germans victory on a silver platter. That got our attention, so we sent word to our bosses back in London and kept our ears and eyes open.

To shorten this story up, it took about six week before we pieced together that there were scientists working on some biological weapon and that this secret club of old Adolf’s was how they got subjects to test on.

By then, things were heating up for the Nazis and we were told we should prepare to get out of Berlin at a moment’s notice. But we’d be damned if we were going to just leave the goddamn Nazis to develop something they could use on our boys! London agreed with us and told us to expect a delivery of something that might help put and end to things.

So we waited and a couple of days before our package was supposed to arrive, we got a double whammy of information. Kate had been cleaning in a hallway at the hotel when she sees this Luftwaffe officer knelt down in a doorway, blind drunk and praying to God about saving us all from the armies of Hell. She hears enough to know that in a few days, something big and bad is going to happen at an old warehouse on the edge of town. And that, my boy, would put it damned near the area of that secret club.

The second whammy, the really big one, comes when Jack is coming back to our room one night and meets a young lady we both knew. Now, when we had last seen Elise a couple of weeks earlier, she was your typical pleasant German girl working for the war effort. That night, she was pale and sick looking and scared shitless. She came back to our room with Jack and told us how she had escaped from a warehouse that housed a laboratory. She said she had been infected with a disease that killed people, then made them live again. She figured she had hours left. She said about a hundred others were infected and had already risen from the dead.

Yeah, that’s right. The goddamn Nazis had figured out how to make zombies.

Well, Jack and I were not sure how to take her story, but big chunks of it fit right into our puzzle. We decided to take Elise and go see Stan and Kate, but Elise said we had to let her go kill herself. She didn’t want to be undead and really, who they hell could blame her?

So we walked with her to an abandoned house, dodging Nazi search parties all the way. Once she got into the house, she told us goodbye and started turning on the gas. She had a box of matches in her hand. Jack and I were four blocks away when the house blew up.

We met with Stan and Kate who agreed that it all made sense. Not knowing what to do next, we just decided to wait on our package. It arrived 36 hours later, at high noon.

It was a water truck and it “broke down” about halfway between out boarding house and Kate’s place. The driver told the cops that it would take a day to get a new gear box and they believed him. They had bigger fish to fry now that a zombie to be had blown up herself and a square block of buildings.

Later that day, we met with the driver who told us that the truck held a weapon that would take out an area a half a mile across. We figured it was explosives and that was okay by us. Kate told us that something big was going down tonight, because lots of brass were in town and going to a meeting at nine that night. Stan said it sounded like zombie reveal time to him.

So at nine that night, we get the truck to within about a mile of the perimeter they had set up. It was tight and the truck was gonna have to ram through a bunch of armed Germans. To make things more interesting, the driver had to arm and detonate the explosive. He’d need one of us to drive and one to fire weapons. Stan told us he’d drive and Jack said he’d be the gunner. They shut Kate and I down by telling us that they were both orphans and we had families back home. We tried to argue, but it was pointless. We did insist on starting a diversion on our way out of the area. They gave us 15 minutes.

So we crept up near the perimeter and took a page from Elise’s book by blowing up a gas station. Then we stole a car and hauled ass to a church outside the blast radius. We broke in and climbed up to the bell tower. We had to see the explosion.

Only there wasn’t one. We could barely see the truck heading for the warehouse and then we heard a hum that got louder and louder and made us dizzy. Then there was a big flash of light and everything in that area just vanished. Gone in a heartbeat. People, buildings, cars…hell, even the trees. All just not there anymore. The whole big prefect circle of the blast or whatever the hell it was, was smooth as glass.

We stared at each other and then heard planes and about a thousand sirens, so we decided to get out of there. Luck got us a couple of miles away when we got stopped by two soldiers with sub-machine guns. We got out of the car all nice like and they dropped their guard long enough for Kate to shove a dagger into one guy’s throat while I shot the other with my pistol. Unfortunately, he got off a shot that ripped an 8 inch line up my left arm, which is why I still have this big scar.

Anyway, Kate and I made it out of town to a safe house, then eventually to London where we were told that we saw nothing, heard nothing and knew nothing under penalty of being shot. We both agreed that we were as dumb as posts, so they gave us some R&R time before I went home and Kate went back to Surrey.

Nope, I don’t know what the hell was on that truck aside from two of the bravest sons of bitches I’ve ever met. And now you know how I got this scar and why your dad is named Jack and your uncle is named Stan. Now how about you go grab a beer for a 92 year old fart?”


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