Battle of Berlin part 1

April, 1945
Berlin, Nazi Germany


Another explosion rocked the building overhead as Soviet artillery continued to reduce the proud capital of the Third Reich to ruins. Sturmbannführer Ilsa Hauppman cursed under her breath as she worked feverishly, despite the muffled gunfire and shouts of her comrades as they met their end defending the Reich Chancellery. Comrades was an odd term for them actually. Fodder was far more fitting. The Fuehrer had given the order for no surrender and no retreat, but all that were left to defend the city were old men and Hitler Youth. They would die and the filthy Soviets would be the victors. Everyone but Hitler and Dr. Goebbels knew it. She narrowed her eyes and continued to work, screwing another final plate into place. A light coat of concrete dust hung in the air and made them sting. A bead of sweat ran down her alabaster cheek from her concentration, despite the carnage occuring several feet above her. Hurried footsteps down the steps, garnered her attention for a moment.

"Dr. Hauppman, please we must go! The plane is waiting Doktor, but we must leave now!"

She turned around to see one of her faithful SS bodyguard, her body chemically enhanced to be the perfect Aryan, no longer tall and powerful but dirty and tired. The woman in the black uniform had a desperate sound to her voice and looked like a frightened animal, ready to bolt at the next sudden noise. Her hands held an MP-40, but shook terribly. Ilsa chuckled and closed her eyes for a moment. This is what her great peoples had been reduced to, nothing but "war criminals" fleeing a sinking ship like rats. She had earlier that year been erged to flee with that same level of intensity from her old friend Dr. Mengele, to come with him to South America. She was planning on doing just that, but not before giving the Soviets something to remember her by. The Soviets and all the inferior cowards who had cost the German people the war. She giggled out loud as she looked at the haggard soldier. The woman looked at her aghast for a moment, her long blonde hair hanging in sweaty, filth-drenched strands from under her helmet, eyes wide.

"Dr. Hauppman, I fail to see the humor! We must go immediately!"

Ilsa held a hand to her mouth and stiffled herself, before waiving it dismissively at the shocked bodyguard. She was too tired to explain herself.

"Go then, I have but a few more moments worth of work to accomplish. Take my bags with you."

The woman regained her composure and nodded before moving to retrieve several large black leather bags from the nearby corner, throwing her weapon under her arm to hang from it's strap.

"Of course Sturmbannführer, just please hurry. Heil Hitler!"
With a final Nazi salute the young woman escaped back up the stairs. Ilsa grit her teeth and turned back to her handiwork. By her calculations, the plutonium-239 core of this weapon would implode with the force of 20 kilotons of TNT. More than enough power to wipe out the city, the Soviets and all the traitors who had failed to fullfill the destiny of the Aryan people. She grinned as she put the final elements into place. It had taken a great deal of money, time and secrecy to put this project together, but she understood that it had to be done. Berlin would be sacrificed, along with everyone in it before it would fall into enemy hands. Especially her beloved Fuehrer. She closed the faceplate of the bomb and wiped her brow with her forearm, keeping her emotions in check. Another blast shook the chamber, but this time it was different, far too close. The entire room shuddered. Ilsa spun around as rubble exploded inward, the concrete wall behind her exploding in places. She was here.

Fitting, she mused as she picked up her chemical inhalation mask from the table nearby. One final battle before the end and however it climaxed, either with her crushing the last breath out of that Soviet bitch or with her own death, she would win. Nothing could withstand her nuclear weapon at ground zero, not even her. Another shower of rebar and splintered stone cascaded into the bunker. She wouldn't be defeated the same way this time, through her harness as she had been in Hungary months earlier. She had all the serum she needed stored as a vapor that would be inhaled through her mask. True it didn't offer the capability for a long term battle as the injection harness did, but with Soviet Superwoman it would be long enough. One last battle.
She turned back and activated the bomb before closing the yellow casing back up and securing the locks, just as the bunker wall failed under the Soviet Superwoman's withering blows....

To be continued....
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Artwork provided by my good friend who did a job beyond my wildest imagination with this series.

Once again, a great deal of Nazi ideology here, so I went safe rather than sorry and put a warning up.