Battle of Berlin part 7-a

April, 1945
Berlin, Nazi Germany

An artillery shell exploded nearby, showering the street and nearby buildings with fragments of concrete, brick and a thick cloud of ashes. The Soviet Superwoman rushed into the acrid smelling bunker, her vision obscured momentarily by the thick smoke that hung in a suspension. When it cleared enough, she rapidly scanned the various tables and workstations. Ilsa had been busy it appeared by the various tools and devices around the room, all in various states of completion. There was a large yellow case with locks on the sides on the table farthest from the collapsed section of wall. Olga didn't understand what the strange symbols meant on the casing, but there was a great deal of clockwork ticking coming from inside it. It had to be the explosive that arrogant Nazi boasted about! Faster than even she thought possible she rushed forward and took it by one of it's side-handles. Turning just as quickly she shot upwards and out through the ceiling, throwing more debris and larger chunks of concrete into the already crowded streets. Like a missile she shot upwards, taking a deep breath as she began to punch up and out of the upper atmosphere.

The air began to thin out and get cold. The icy cold did not bother her at all, but she had been forced to hold her breath the last few miles of her journey. Frost began to form on what remained of her uniform and creep out like spiderwebs all along the casing until it was covered in a thick ice in parts. Once she reached the upper ionosphere, she began to spin, building momentum and holding the case out-stretched in her arms. With all her might she let go as it came around a third time, throwing the bomb straight up and away from the earth. It shot upward, tumbling over and over until it disappeared into the abyss of outer space, nothing more than a speck. Taking a moment to watch it go, she then turned and raced back to Berlin, where she had unfinished business.

Ilsa managed to rip her mask off, dashing the useless object to the ground. She also took a large gulp of air and quickly got her bearings. Scheiße. She watched as the muscular Russian woman broke through her already partially-collapsed bunker holding her wonderful bomb. She was taking it into outer space where it would freeze or explode uselessly. Ilsa snarled and got off her knees, looking at her rapidly shrinking arms. Her serum had been expelled out and in it's vapor form, the effects were already beginning to wane. She had to think fast! Soon that communist mongrel would be back and she would be defenseless, her once magnificent muscular body already reducing back down to normal. She had no intention of being dragged out alongside her Fuehrer and shipped to the Siberian gulags and likewise she had no intention of eating a gun like so many of her fellow SS. Her revenge may have been taken away from the seemingly-triumphant Soviet army, but she would make sure that their hero would not return victorious at the front of it.

There was one last device she had...a prototype, but just maybe...Quickly she scrambled for the bunker entranceway. Looking around in the gloom she soon found the object of her desire. Once again her lips pulled back in a satisfied grin.

To be continued...
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