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intruder has uncovered our weapon storage facility!” Claude
Bescann did not reply, he just stood rigidly to attention, quiet, possibly
ashamed, his face pale, anxious as he listened carefully to his leader.
“Wilhelm must inform Vitali to suspend shipments at once.” Von Kurst picked up
the internal telephone, “Wilhelm, I require your presence immediately.” He
replaced the handset, “what are your thoughts on this infiltration Bescann?”
    “As far as I am concerned, this has resulted from the
actions of the informer in Amsterdam. Obviously the shit passed on a certain
amount of important information before he was liquidated.”
    “Yes, go on!”
    “This is definitely the work of a highly specialised unit.”
    “A mixture of German Intelligence and GSG9?”
    “No, no…I don’t think so my Fuhrer. Remember, our facility
has been infiltrated by just one man. This has been well thought out, well
planned, well executed and of course…” Bescann hesitated, as if willing his
Fuhrer to answer his own thoughts, which he did!
    “He knew of the infra-red security system?” Slowly, in a
concentrated rhythm, Von Kurst started to tap the fingers of his right hand on
the desk.
    “Precisely, my Fuhrer.”
    “Satellites,” whispered Von Kurst, the tapping fingers now
clenching into a fist, “the intruder utilised satellite technology to break
in!”
    “My thoughts entirely. Even as we speak, the enemy, whoever
they are, will now be constantly monitoring our activities at Building Four.”
    Von Kurst’s gaze sent a shiver down Bescann’s spine, “then
we must find out who our enemy is, and quickly!” There was a knock at the door
and Wilhelm Oratz entered. “Ah, Wilhelm, I need to talk to you…Bescann,” Von
Kurst glowered at his Standartenfuhrer, his eyes penetrating, powerful, “we
will speak later.”
    Claude Bescann bowed his head and clicked his heels together
in salute, “of course my Fuhrer,” then left the room. Wilhelm Oratz stood in
front of the large desk, a look of unbridled curiosity sat smugly on his gaunt
face.
    “We have been infiltrated Wilhelm,” said Von Kurst.
    “WHAT!” Oratz was openly shocked, “where…how?”
    “The warehouse facility, twenty three of our security guards
are dead.”
    “DEAD?”
    “One of them has been captured and is now with the
authorities, or so we presume.”
    “So what of Project Amen?” Like his Fuhrer, Oratz was now
deeply concerned.
    “We still go ahead as planned, but as of now, Vitali must
suspend the arms shipments.”
    “Of course! I will contact him immediately, but tell me
something my Fuhrer.”
    “Yes, Wilhelm.”
    “How did twenty three of our men die, was it a Special Ops
raid?”
    Von Kurst sat back and laughed aloud, “no, no my dear
friend, it was not a Special Ops raid.”
    Oratz was not amused at his close friend’s response to his
very serious question, “then how?” he asked.
    Von Kurst’s laughter ceased, his tone of voice lowering to a
growl, “a lone wolf…took them all.”
     
    “We were given your clothing sizes, I hope everything fits.”
The winch man spoke through his internal headset to a now fully clothed and
helmeted Ash Piper.
    “Everything is fine, thank you.”
    “He looks in a bad way,” said the winch man, nodding his
head towards the young man now covered in several blankets, his eyes vacant,
his body still trembling.
    “He is,” replied Piper, slowly yawning. It felt like he
hadn’t slept for a week! Languidly, Piper laid his helmeted head back against
the Sea King’s vibrating metal frame, his mind returning to the forest and the
slaughter. Then sleep took him.
     
    “YOU TWO!” Von Kurst shouted at the grenadiers monitoring
the news channels, “take a break…twenty minutes.” The two men gratefully
accepted the chance of coffee and a cigarette and quickly exited the room.
    “You mean there is another of the Were?” Wilhelm Oratz could
not believe what he had just been