Wolf Angel by Mark Hobson (best e reader for manga .TXT) 📕

Flying Fortress, which took them over enemy territory. On reaching their drop-zone, the commando unit had parachuted out and landed safely in the quiet evening countryside, and quickly gathered up their gear. Up to that point everything had been progressing exactly as planned, but within minutes of landing things had quickly started to unravel.

Moving swiftly away through the woods they had picked up a trail and followed it towards their first planned overnight resting place, a disused loggers hut. But before reaching their destination they had stumbled upon a courting couple in a small clearing, literally running into them.

With screams of panic and shouts of confusion, a desperate fight had broken out as the two had tried to escape, and so taking matters into her own hands, Ilse Hirsch had stepped forward and shot the man in the head at point-blank range with her tiny pistol. More chaos ensued, and somehow in the pandemonium the woman had got away, fleeing naked into the woods and leaving her dead lover behind.

As if this wasn’t bad enough, it soon became clear on checking the man’s corpse and belongings that he was a border guard from the local provost unit, and would be soon missed. Probably even before the woman could raise the alarm, his colleagues would be out looking for him.

Wenzel quickly told two of the team to carry the body deeper into the trees and dispose of it, to try and cover it with branches as they didn’t have time to dig a grave. When this was done the team hurriedly pressed on, now led by the local scouts who insisted it was too dangerous to keep following the track. Instead they cut a path through the woods, hoping that they would provide good cover.

With twilight descending they eventually made it to the ramshackle old hut. It was too risky to light a fire and so they settled in to sit out the long and cold night, constantly on edge in anticipation of discovery.

Dawn arrived the following morning signalling a sunny, early spring day. To their huge relief the night had passed without incident. They rose and ate a miserable breakfast of hard tack biscuits washed down with water. Afterwards, with the men watching, Ilse Hirsch removed her green coveralls and changed into a blouse and skirt. Young Morgenschweiss ran his eyes hungrily over her figure as she changed, something she paid little mind to but which Wenzel noticed.

The plan was simple. She would go ahead of the others and make her way into Aachen alone. She had a contact there, an old friend from the League of German Girls, who knew the city well. She would show Hirsch the house where their target, Franz Oppenhoff, lived. Hirsch would watch the building and the comings and goings of the staff, to try and get a good understanding of their daily routine. In the meantime the rest of the commando unit would move forward on to their next hiding place, a safe house in a suburb of Aachen itself. Later that day Hirsch would re-join them. Then they would wait for the right moment to strike.

Hirsch prepared to leave. At the last moment she insisted that the 16 year old boy travel with her part of the way, just until she reached the outskirts of the city. There was still people out looking for them, she reminded Wenzel, patrols no doubt searching for the missing border guard, and she had no wish to risk discovery without help. And despite his age he was the best-trained sniper in the group and so it made sense. Annoyed at this small but last minute change of plan, Wenzel nevertheless reluctantly agreed.

He watched them disappear into the thick woods.

Hirsch pushed on at a quick pace with the boy following behind. She could feel his gaze on her at every step. She had no qualms about being able to defend herself if discovered, that was just a story she’d given to Wenzel, but the boy was becoming a problem, just as she had anticipated during their training during the winter. So the solution was simple and would not take long, and after they had travelled perhaps half a mile she stopped abruptly and turned to face him. Hitching up her skirt she told him to be quick, and so he hurriedly undid his trousers and eagerly did as she said. When he was done she sent him hurrying back to the others.

Reaching into a small pocket hidden inside the hem of her skirt Hirsch took out a tiny glass vial and removed the stopper. Squatting down on the ground she let the boy’s seed drain from her into the bottle, and then returned the stopper. In a few days she would have her period, and she would add her menstrual blood to the sperm.

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With the information gleaned by Ilse Hirsch during her casing of the home of Franz Oppenhoff the team decided to make their move several days later.

The weather had turned, and March 25th was a cold and wet day. They waited until late in the afternoon before Wenzel, his second-in-command Leitgeb, and one of the scouts, Hennemann, left their hiding place and made their way through the city. Hirsch, the 16 year old and the other scout would stay behind and ready their escape route out of Aachen.

Burgermeister Oppenhoff lived on the corner of Eupener Strasse and Heidweg, in a large house set back from the tree-lined street. Hennemann was instructed to wait on the corner, lunchbox in his hand and smoking a cigarette and looking like any other worker on his way home. Wenzel and Leitgeb strolled confidently through the high wrought iron gates and rang the doorbell. They waited a moment, and then the door was pulled open to reveal the housekeeper and a small infant girl, presumably one of Oppenhoff’s children.

With a smile Wenzel asked if they could see Burgermeister Oppenhoff. They had workers passes which needed to be signed by the