XLIV Flowers, Part 3
XLIV FLOWERS, Part 3
Interrogation room 3, Gestapo headquarter, Paris, January 21st, 1940, 23.45 hours
„We snatched her out of her bed. A student, living alone.“
„You were quiet?“
„Very quiet, Frau Oberst.“
„Good. Lets hope no one has noticed her disappearance yet. I will starting to work with her immediately. We dont have much time.“
Susanne T... entered the interrogation room and looked sternly down on the french student of politics. The french gal, a diminuitive one, looked defiantly back, but there were already tears on the brink of breaking out.
„So you are of the french resistance.“
„Vive la France!“
„Yes, yes, and all that. I see you are strong in your resolve. But is your family this strong too? I am sure you have two mothers, perhaps sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles. What about their resolve? Are you willing to sacrifice them for your goals?“
„You wouldnt dare to harm them, you...“
„Wouldnt we? We are the evil villainesses in the movie, have you forgotten? You can bet we will dare. If I were you, I would forget my family and start looking elsewhere for company. As what company you will get in one of our camps.“
„You must not touch my family. Please...“
„Well, there are ways to avoid that...“
With some, it was so easy...
Gestapo Headquarter, Backentrance, Paris, January 22nd, 1940, 21.35 hours
The black cat with the green eyes was so cute. The two german sentries at the backside of the building were amusing themselves with it, while a laundry car was loaded beside the entrance. A workress let a sack with laundry slip and cursed, causing the sentries to look over. As they returned their attention to the cat, it was gone. Both shrugged. That were cats for you, free as the wind, coming and going as they liked. To be so free again. But no, they had to guard the building in this cold January night. Too bad. The cat was soon forgotten as the sentries started to think about a warm coffee and a cigarette when her duty would be finished.
Some time later, the new sentries aproached the backentrance from inside, just to be greeted by a handsome, rather muscled male with dark hair and green eyes, who wore a very unfitting gestapo trenchcoat and nothing else. Startled, both looked at the male, who said very unceremoniously „Hello!“ and grinned.
Next both german Superfrauen felt was a very hard fist hitting their chin, sending them into darkness and to the ground.
Whistling a strange melody, the male gripped both unsconscious women at the necks of their uniforms and dragged them into a storage room nearby. The smell of soap was strong inside. Some thoughtfull maiden had readied some duct tape in here, and in a few moments both german soldiers had lost their uniforms and were bound and gagged with tape.
The male left the storage room and headed to the backentrance, again whistling on the way. He encountered no one else, until he met the laundry workresses, who didnt seem surprised to see him. Natalie Dugarry grinned:
„Ah, my Aristide, you look so sexy in this trenchcoat.“
„Would prefer a smoking and atleast some underwear.“
„We will find a lady in your category, rest assured. You will look great in black uniform and boots and with such a cap.“
„Lets get to business, mistress.“
Aristide brought the two women over to the storage room, where they grinned down on the germans and then donned their uniforms. In this way, they approached the sentries outside.
Which joined the two bound ones a few minutes later.
Now it was time to bring some more muscle in. A truck stopped at the backentrance and spilled some armed french maidens out.
Natalie Dugarry and Aristide watched, as the french maidens started to infiltrate the building.
The blackhaired male said:
„I am afraid it wont go without some violence.“
„I hope not. Its our mission to prevent that. Ready for the mission, my pet cat?“
„Miow!“
„Thats my Aristide!“
The Germans didnt expect french gals invading their offices armed, here, in the center of the Superfrauens might in Paris. So, one by one or two by two, they were overwhelmed and packaged.
The bookseller and her male companion in the trenchcoat and nothing else spearheaded meanwhile a group on their way to the prison cells. Natalie used her small spezial device on the two sentries at the entrance, who felt a strong desire to smoke, only to feel to their horror their cigarettes becoming gags in their mouths. Both were overwhelmed easily.
A resistance gal asked Natalie:
„Where do you get that stuff? Its phenomenal.“
„A gift I received a long time ago. A very long time, I am afraid. Ist a miracle the device is still functioning. Now lets package these two here and then free the prisoners.“
Aristide mentioned the SET officer in charge here and Natalie nodded:
„Yes, we must take care of her.“
„Whats with the other Germans?“
„We cant take them all with us. A night in bondage must suffice for them. We take only the officers. And dont forget to place the paper flowers everywhere.“
Yes, I am armed and dangerous.
An office, Gestapo Headquarter Paris, a few minutes later
Beethoven was the queen of music, no doubt about that. To listen to her eased Susanne XXs headache a bit. She sighed and nipped at her french wine, closing her eyes. Her SET rank had ist benefits. She thought about calling it a day and heading of to her quarter over in the SET barracks, where she owned a spacy apartment. The enemies of the Reich would have to do without her this night.
The operation was off to a good start. The french student would be released and again join the ranks of the resistance, a mole in their organisation, reporting to her about impeding operations and plans. So far, so good.
She felt the sudden urge for a cigarette, and went with it. Putting a filtered stick between her lips, she searched for her matches as... suddenly a large object filled her mouth and all strength sapped from her. She groaned and her eyes went wild. The object potruded from her cigarette, and... how could this be? What? Before she could do anything, the door to her office opened, and a diminuitive lady and a big darkhaired male entered.
„Hello, Madame von Trotha. Or shall I call you Susanne? What a nice name for a nice gal. Any problems? Wait, we will help you with that.“
Susanne reached for her gun, but she was to weak, her fingers trembling, her hand shaking. The male gripped her by the arms from behind and half lifted her out of her chair. She groaned. How strong he was!
The french lady removed the cigarette from Susannes mouth, the object in her orifice vanished, to be replaced by a thick wad of cloth. The gag was secured by a broad white silk scarf bound tightly across her mouth, tied off at her neck. To her horror, the sinister male started to remove her clothes. Soon she only had her underwear left, which drew a approving comment from the little french. It had been bought here in Paris, to be sure.
What was going on? It must be an assault on the headquarter itself. The bastards, how dared they! But their operation was going well, she could see, as she was led outside her office to meet several bound and gagged other SET and Gestapo agents in the corridors.
By the goddess of revenge and death, this might really succeed. She struggled against the ropes that now bound her, but to no avail. The huntress had become the prey. A pretty prey, as the little french gal assured her with a shy smile...
So, Fraulein von Trotta, the huntress has become the hunted. And is caught. What a nasty surprise.
Gestapo headquarter, Paris, about two hours later
As the next shift of gestapo officers came in, they were first surprised to find no sentries in attendance. Drawing their weapons, clearly alarmed, they entered the building. Inside they found the prisoners all gone, the encryptionmachines stolen, likewise important papers, and a good number of german gals in their underwear tightly bound and gagged. Everything was adorned with paper flowers in the colors of the tricolore.
Some of the hapless victims were released of their cruel gags to reveal that the highranking officers and specialists had been abducted.
The french resistance had landed a major blow to the german occupation force of Paris.
The streets of Paris, same night, about the same time
The german guard post was well positioned at the crossroads overlooking the way out of the city to the south. An Unteroffizier (corporal) and four maidens, a sandbagged machinegun, barbed wire all around - no one would leave the city here, if it came to this determined and businesslike german warrioresses.
Deep in the cold night, two trucks approached the post. Just as they came nearer, all five Germans suddenly felt the urge to smoke. The rest was childsplay. Natalie Dugarry activated her strange device in it`s second function and all five maidens tumbled moaning to the ground.
She, Aristide, and four other resistance fighters hurried over, removed the barbed wire and let the trucks with the packaged gestapo agents pass. Then they took to binding and gagging the german guards, finally adorning them with paper flowers. And so Susanne von Trotha and a bunch of other Nazi agents left the city to a secure location at the countryside.
It was the Flowers biggest coup up to date. It would not be her last.