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USA, Location: Unknown

1942, 14 January

Doctor Michael Griffin reached out to open his car-door and steeped out into the pouring rain. He quickly made his way towards his little suburban house. Making himself run the last of the way. If it had not been raining he might have noticed the absence of light from the house, as well as reflecting on the fact that the door was locked. He struggled with the lock and, in his mind, cursed the damn weather all to much to put any thought at all to these small details. Therefor, once he got into his house, he was doubly suprised when he heard, not the voice of his wife Brenda, but the harsh voice of a man.

"Gotten Tag Herr Doctor"

United Kingdom, Location: Somewhere Along the Themes, London

1942, 14 January

Professor Robert Lockridge slowly walked along the Themes, followed closely by his bodyguard, William. Non of them noticed the curtains that was pulled aside in the second story window across the street, however, both noticed the shot that rang from said window. There reactions where totaly different however, while William slumped together Robert threw himself behind the closest cover, a bench, and drew his old service revolver. He looked over to William and saw that he was dead, the poor fellow. A voice cut through the night.

"Herr Professor, I suggest that sie come out of there nice und quiet, ja" The german accent was thick in the mans voice, and as a true englishman, the only thing that Robert loath more than the french is the bloody germans, so his respons was quiet understandable.

"Bloody hell I will" and with those words he stood up behind the bench and let out a shot. His attacker let out a loud sigh, and said, with a very tired voice:

"As ze wish" and to his companions he simply said "kill him"

Professor Robert Lockridge, former Lieutenant who served with honors in the first great war, adventurer, father and one of Great Britains most inspired chemical engineers died there, but not after taking down two of the men attacking him.

Russia, Location: Military Physics Laboratory nr 14, Ural Mountains

1942, 14 January

The complex started to shake when the first three explosions rocked its foundation. Sergei Ivanovic looked up, startled, from his workstation just in time to see three armored transport vehicles and numerous soldiers enter through the newly created hole in the remade factorys northern wall. Resistence was quickly quelled and all the reaserchers and technicians, including Sergei, was huddled into a corner as the soldiers started to disassemble the rockets that the russians had laboured with.

A man started to recite names from a list, and the laboratory workers was quickly split into two groups, Sergeis name the last in the list. He quickly noted that the only people who had been pushed into his group was those who worked on the Zeus project and this was trublesome in deed as there where only eight people who had access in the whole sovjet state, five of who accompanied him now. He and his fellow reaserchers was quickly forced into one of the transports, and a few quiet minutes later he felt the vehicle starting to move.

Japan, Location: Imperial palace, Edo

1942, 21 January

Eri Takase, officialy Imperial advisor and inofficialy Spy Master for the Emperor was kneeling in his privat garden, snow slowly falling around him. He wrote the last of the kanji characters in his current haiku when he heard someone breath behind him. He did not turn around, but instead spoke.

"Report!" The man behind him, Komori, knew that Takase was displeased, otherwise he would not have neglected to mention his title and he would not have had that commanding tone.

"The chinese affairs is concluded, as well as Arakei Todas tragic death. The disappearance of Lady Tokugawa Miko is still under way, but I belive that she will be found within a forthnight and her kidnappers brought to Imperial justice."

Takase noded and brought up a new paper, writing down a few more characters befor he spoke.

"Use Inspector Odu to make the arrest, he have served us lojaly and deserves a promotion."

Komori kneelt down, his forehead touching the floor.

"Is that all Takase-sama?"

Takase left Komori there for a few more characters befor he continued.

"No, it is not. Something is happening in Europe, more precisly in Germany. We have had strange reports, and I need someone to investigate."

"It will be done immediate Sensei." And then he was gone.

Egyptian Cost, Location: German Submarine, Mediterranean Sea

1942, 23 January

U-221 surfaced slowly. The Captain and his Second got up on deck and acted lookout. It had been three weeks since they had been up the last time and the batteries forced where all but drained. But Captain Ernest Emmerich didnt wannt to surface, not since it was found that they had an infiltrator on board. They had not found out until he had killed Gerhart and used the radio to who knows what. In any event it was tuned into a known english transmission frequency.

The chance still exists that Gerhart was listening in to it, but Emmerich doubted that. It did not seem like Gerhart to do such a thing. Anyway, surfacing like this with a spy abord increased the chance of someone finding them.

"Trubled Captain?" Emmerich could hear the concern in Gustav.

"Yes Gustav, its Gerharts killer"

"I under..." Gustavs reply was cut short by the loud gurgle from below. Emmerich tried to pull him back, but Gustav looked down into the manhole and got shot in the head. He died immediately. Emmerich jumped back and drew his Luger, taken out of the armory after they found Gerhart.

"I suggest that you drop the gun moi capitan, or else you will die", the words wore a thick french accent and sounded like they belonged to a female, "your crew is dead, the radio destroyed and a brittish submarine will come alongside any minute now".

Emmerich thought fast. He had a rather small crew, that was true, but the french pest could not have killed 32 men all by herself, alas she was lying.

"You are bluffing", Emmerich said in a very smug tone, "my men are alive, you could not have killed them all".

"Could not le petit moi? Perhaps you are right, but le poison in le soup could"

Ernest groaned, she could be right. He took a step away from the ladder and looked out onto the the Mediterranean Sea, right in time to see a brittish u-boat break the surface.

"I surrender" He said out aloud and then tossed his gun down into the hole. He never heard it slam into the floor.

Egyptian Cost, Location: German Submarine, Mediterranean Sea

1942, 23 January (2 hours later)

Captain Henry Willard walked onto the tower of the catured u-boat, towards the couple that stood there. He turned to the women in the black divers-suit.

"Émilie de Benth I presume?" He put forth his hand.

"Pleas call me Mouse Moi Capitan" She took his outstretched palm in his and shook it, and Henry could feel that this was a workers hands, not soft like one who had never done a days hard labour.

"Bloody good work in taking this ship, Miss Mouse, if I may say so"

"Merci" she gave a small nod.

"However, there is no rest for the working, it seems that you have been called back to London, to be part of a new task force dealing with something that the germans are up to. A plane will come and pick you up at as soon as we get to port"

"Yes Moi Capitan, vive la France"

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Russia, Location: Dosgograd

1942, 23 January

Gottfried Schroder crawls through the little that remains of the second floor of what used to be a small house, slowly making his way towards the only remaining window in the room. The verdant russian sniper may have wiped out my squad, but at least I'm going to get my revenge, he thought as he creept slowly towards the glass covered opening.

Schroder peers out from the window onto the square and immediately spots his enemy lying below watching for him with a pair of binoculars.

"Nein, something is wrong" Gottfried mutters to himself as he looks at the motionless form. Then it strikes him, the body is too little and the binoculars in front of the sniper's eyes is just a funny looking black box. No, that's a trap he realizes and turns, noticing the house across the street. There, a slight movement... yes that's a helmet. He pulls his rifle into a shooting position and starts to aim, then out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of the form on the square moving. Looking down he eyes the rifle that is aimed at him. The last thing that races through his mind is the question: how did the helmet move if the sniper was on the square?

Russia, Location: Dosgograd, Russian Partisan HQ

1942, 23 January

Ivana and Vanya Chernyovskaya, twins, snipers and test subjects for new Russian technology, crawl in from the sewer pipe that serves as the Partisan HQs unofficial entry point. Their commanding officer, Major Yakov Ligachev, waits for them.

"How many today?" It was a simple question, one that he always asks.

"Eight. They were a group of German attack snipers." Ivana answers.

"One of them was very hard to dispose of though, Comrade Major," Vanya adds. Ivana starts. Vanya ends. This is the way with them and one of the only things that made it possible to tell them apart.

"Well, it seems that someone in a high place has taken notice of you. You are to be transferred." Yakov sighs as they absorb his statement. The Chernyovskaya Twins are his best sniper team, having a kill list of over 94 together and most of them commanding officers.

"Where, Comrad Major?" Ivana again, or at least Ligachev thinks.

"London, you are to be part of some sort of joint operation. You will be leaving tomorrow."

United Kingdom, Location: United Kingdom Airspace

1942, 22 January

Captain Mary Wright steers her Spitfire to the left as the three German Messerschmitts attack. She watches as they break up formation and fly in for what, they think, is an easy kill. Wright throws her plane into a dive as one of the Germans falls onto her path and picks up the hunt, shooting a couple of bursts against the Spitfire flying in front of him none of which is even close to the mark.

Putting the plane in a short spin she then takes a quick turn upwards in a half loop that ends with her nose to nose with another of the Messerschmitts who starts shooting at her plane.

Why aim for the plane when you can aim for the pilot? Mary questions to herself as she does just that, pulling the trigger and sending a burst into her enemy’s cockpit. She watches as the fighter takes a dive toward the ground.

About that time she notices that her encounter has left some rather large holes in her left wing. A quick look at her control panel shows that oil pressure is dropping dangerously fast. Mary quickly unhooks her belt and jumps away from the plane. As she starts falling to the ground she spots one of the Krauts circling above her, the other flying away. He waits to finish her off once and for all. So Mary does the only thing she can; she pulls her chute.

The Messerschmitt makes a long bow, coming up right in front of her, intending to cut her parachute lines with his wings. Mary draws her service revolver and takes aim. Why aim for the plane when you can aim for the pilot?

One shot rings out. The bullet hits dead center in the fighter's cockpit window as well as in the pilot's head. This plane follows the Spitfire in its directionless nose dive.

Captain Wright "lands" a few minutes later, two kills richer and one plane poorer.

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