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    To Deliver The Future
    To Deliver The Future
    To Deliver The Future
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    To Deliver The Future

    By Grey Wolf

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    With the Second World War having ended in a draw, a Nazi-American Cold War has set in, but now both sides believe they have the ultimate secret weapon, only it requires one of them to strike first! From the frozen fjords of Norway to the very banks of the Potomac, from the docks of New York City to Hitler's mountain fastness, the action sees Nazi Germany take the ultimate gamble.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScimitar Edge
    Release dateMay 14, 2022
    ISBN9781910718599
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    Grey Wolf

    Grey Wolf began writing as a teenager, and has remained consistent ever since in the genres he writes in - Alternate History, Science Fiction, and Fantasy. A poet since his later teens, he now has several published collections and his work has appeared in a number of magazines.  Living now in the South Wales valleys, Grey Wolf is a keen photographer and makes use of the wonderful scenery and explosion of nature that is the Welsh countryside. 

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      To Deliver The Future - Grey Wolf

      To Deliver The Future

      Part One

      Icy winds lashed the spray across the decks of the carriers, buffeting the aircraft which had been secured to the decks against the storm. Dark clouds made it seem as night, and the piercing howl as if they were steaming into the jaws of Death itself. Huddled behind a casemate on the starboard side of the flagship, Midshipman Bernhard Schmidt cupped his mouth against the wind and took a deep breath of the cigarette dangling from his lips.

      There will only be another two days of this his friend, and watch-mate Karl Zeithen said.

      Only another two days... Bernhard drawled in his rich Swabian accent. Whatever had made him choose the Kriegsmarine now seemed a world away from this reality.

      Then we will be off New York Karl sounded exulted, The first time a warship of the Reich has been there since President Byrnes fell from office

      Damn the Americans for their democracy! snapped Bernhard heartily.

      Karl could only agree with him on that.

      Above them the towering bulk of the fleet carrier Ostland carved through the seas, her sister ship Afrika a mile or so to the North, the older carriers Graf Zeppelin and Peter Strasser away to the South. Cruisers, destroyers and logistical vessels made up the rest of the fleet, all battered down by the storm, rising into sight, then plunging into another trough as the North Atlantic made to swallow them.

      A siren sounded, dull and mournful and Bernhard threw the butt of his cigarette overboard with feeling. Karl nodded to his friend as he clambered through the hatchway back into the interior of the ship. He had another hour out here, but for him the ocean in all its force was not a threat but a majestic sight, it was not an enemy but a friend. His family came from Hamburg, from a long line of mariners back to the days of the Hanse, if not before, and to them all the ocean had been a road, to wealth, to fame and to glory. He rather thought that the admiral up in his deck-side island was having similar thoughts to these. For all that this had been billed as a demonstration, Karl felt in his water that something more was in the offing - something dramatically more than that.

      * * * * * * *

      Obergruppenfuhrer

      Reichsfuhrer!

      They exchanged sharp salutes upon the runway, not for the members of the SS the use of the honorific Herr, and now in this near-SS state it was dying out everywhere.

      The Fuhrer of course would wish to be here, Reichsfuhrer-SS Reinhard Heydrich said, But of course...

      I understand, Joachim Peiper nodded sombrely, How is he this day?

      He has bad days and worse days, Heydrich shrugged, I think this is one of the former

      Peiper nodded,

      So he is aware of the great endeavour

      He is today Heydrich informed him, and he has blessed it

      Whether that was true or not, Peiper knew was an irrelevance. Heydrich was in all but name the Regent of the Third Reich, and if he said the Fuhrer had blessed the operation then nobody, not even Adolf Hitler himself, could gainsay him. After all, would the Fuhrer remember on another day if he had blessed the operation or not? Those in the inner circle of the Nazi regime, and their number was by now in the hundreds, knew that he would not.

      The runway at Aalsborg was dark against the darkness of the skies, the pair of Focke-wulf Condors sitting ready, their engines revved, their crews already aboard. An honour guard stood before them, faces picked out in the subdued glare of the runway lights.

      I need not impress upon you the importance of this mission Heydrich was saying.

      Peiper nodded, he knew that for certain.

      The very survival of the Reich could be in your hands., the Reichsfuhrer glanced around him, but all those within earshot were loyal members of the Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler, the elite SS division sworn to do or die for Fuhrer and for Reich, "We have seen the future, Obergruppenfuhrer. It is up to you to deliver it to

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