“Aren’t you going to eat that, Fraulein Tea Cup? It’s good for your gut, ja?”


    “This thing you call a Wiener Schnitzel… it’s too big for my mouth. There''s no way a normal woman could eat this like a New York hot dog.”


    “Even if you did open wide like a child to candy, no one will care. The guards are too busy unloading the chemical compounds, they won’t bother paying any attention to you. Don''t fret about the details of etiquette.”


    “That’s not what I’m worried about you idiot German.”


    It was a cold afternoon, even thought it was the middle of June. Maybe it was heaven’s way of saying this Second World War was unnecessary, but there was no way to influence the bubbling and frothing urges or emotions between nations with rising powers during a climactic era such as this. It was sad really, for both the Allies and the Axis despite their intentions of either world peace or world domination.


    Often times, there were moments where soldiers on the front line would wish they could just walk into town with some friends, have a nice drink, eat fresh food to forget the cardboard taste of their daily rations, maybe even meet a friend from the other side of the war. Honestly, the Americans and Germans have fought alongside each other once, but that would be another record to look into another time. Again, another time.


    “If I’m not mistaken, aren''t Weiner Schnitzel be served on a plate with some melted cheese… Why is it sitting in a cut open bun?”


    “As much as I was born and raised in Germany, that doesn’t mean I’m a fan of the Nazis. If they think Western Ideals be d@mned, then what better way to celebrate my defiant spirit by eating German weiners on a handheld bun like an American. Besides, there has always been a part of me that wanted to go to New York... or, go see Montana. Yes, definitely Montana.”


    “There’s so many mixed emotions in that statement alone. Even the Americans woldn’t know if they should slap you or give you a medal.”


    “Besides, it’s easier to survey the unloading the transports without starving in the cold. I received reports from sources that the Waffen-SS are planning to produce a new chemical agents for the war. But before they put it into full capacity against the Allies, they’re planning to test it on the prisoners in the prison camps. I won’t accept it.”


    “……………..”


    “… What is it Fraulein? D-did the Gestapo spotted us already?”


    “Why the h*ll did you put sauerkraut in my bun. I hate onions.”


    “What are you a cat, Frau Tea Cup?”


    Even if it wasn’t snowing, just standing out in the cold streets in the edges of Hammelburg would feel like it could snow at a drop of a hat… or snow flake. Take your pick. A certain rebel German Officer of the Waffen-SS thought it was a good moment to spy on a military office that was currently situated in the edges of town, away from regular civilian eyes. He could see a convoy of covered vans lined up one after another, resembling a boa constrictor that fell asleep after a decent meal. There was also an armored wagon, a Leichter Panzerspahwagen, or armored half-track, with a mounted Maschinegewehr 34 heavy machine gun that added extra intimidation points to the security detail.


    Standing next to the rebel SS-Officer, was a girl in series of clothing that made her look like a nun from a Swiss Church. The way she had these blue swirls and patterns painted on her skirt and sleeve gave her the impression of a tea cup. So let’s call her China Cup (no, it’s not a code name).


    “Hey. Mr. German. Why are you gawking at that girl who’s climbing out of the half-track. Is she really that attractive?”


    “My wife is 10 times hotter than that woman with heavy make up. She’s the scientist who is responsible with the new chemical compound the Waffen-SS are planning to put together with other deadly toxins. She is the one who is spearheading the development of the new gas weapon.”This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    “… Oh I see. So she is German. I see why she was crazy enough to wear only a lab coat and nylon stockings while it''s -20 degrees outside. Yes.”


    “Are you mocking our German pride, little Tea Cup?”


    “No. I’m merely stating what I see… Gaah. This Weiner Schniztel is just too big! You eat it.”


    “Nein! I’m a member of the Technical Hygiene Department of the Waffen-SS. It would be counter-intuitive for me to eat food that someone else took a bite from! It’s completely unhygienic! Not to mentioin all the sanitation laws I would be breaking at once!”


    The China Cup girl put on a frown. Although she wasn’t old enough or mature to be considered beautiful as an adult temptress, she did have a round enough face and small enough stature to give her some attraction points. The little scowl on her face gave her some bonus marks.


    “So what do you suggest. That we walk in, saying Heil whatever, that you want access to the storage room, and mix enough schnapps into the chemical vats to make them faulty for the production line?”


    “Of course it won’t be that simple. With my rank as an SS-Lieutenant, I will goose march my way to the office doors; yell at the privates and corporals for no reason and scream HEIL WHATEVER in a loud voice; say some random orders Schnell, Schnell! Or Raus, Raus, Raus, to get them out of my way; walk in with a key their struggling major will offer to me; unlock the storage; and light the damn barrels on fire in a way that would look like sparks from a rat-bitten wiring. Jawohl!”


    “…………………………………………”


    “…Don''t give me that ''the hell?'' look little Tea Cup. This is what the Waffen-SS does on a daily basis. Stepping out of routine will not only confuse people in the Wehrmacht, but would immediately draw suspicions to me. There''s no such thing as a nice guy in the SS!"


    “Hmm. Since this is Germany, I guess it makes sense.”


    “Fraulein, did I hear some bad opinions about my Fatherland?”


    The German Officer who disliked anything unhygienic or seeing human life being treated like trash clicked his tongue. He might have done so in history, but given the position of him being the only SS Officer in the entirety of the Waffen-SS who wished to bring his own organization down to their knees, his noble plan would require more than the average schnapps to encourage him. So he had every right to release some of the pent up negative energies from his body through any gesture necessary, in order to level down his anxiety.


    "Mein Gott, Fraul Tea Cup. Are you seriously a child? You got Gravy sauce on your cheeks. Stay still and let me wipe it off."


    "THE HELL ARE YOU LICKING YOUR THUMB FOR! I''M NOT YOUR CHILD! STAY AWAY FROM MY BODY!"


    “Fine. Fine. You deal with the mess... Hmm. It''s almost time and we need to prepare. I’ll contact the German Resistance members and provide them with the crucial guard shift schedule and security detail. I know the former members of the Wehrmacht are too happy to gun down anyone in the same uniform that branded their loyal German hearts as traitors like me, but knowing that we share the same goal in freeing the Fatherland from That Man, it’s worth a shot.”


    “…”


    “… Sorry, the ''worth a shot'' was a bad joke. I’ll revise that saying.”


    “I’m not worried about that. It’s the woman with the lab coat and nylon stockings I was worried about. What do you plan to do? Even if you go solo and sabotage her equipment and ingredients, so long as she still has the recipe in her head, she could always make more. Maybe she might be crazy enough to improve on the faults you would show in your plan.”


    “………………”


    Now it was the rebel Waffen SS-Officer who was silent after that one minor detail. The man known as Lieutenant Kurt Gerstein was one of the few who opposed the Nazi Regime, and the actions of his own Waffen-SS. The horrors he saw with his own eyes, he would never forget. As much as he wanted to be a one man army, he was only just a military scientist of the Technical Hygiene Department, not a blood and guts soldier. So there was only a few options with what limited resources a rebel SS Officer like himself could utilize.


    “… It would leave a bad taste in my mouth, but I shall kidnap the Fraulein if necessary.”


    “Why don’t you just give me your Luger and I’ll take care of the bitch. Just seeing her sway her hips around to have all eyes on her busts pisses me off.”


    “A-aren’t you a nun from the Swiss Church!? S-so violent!”


    “Technically, I’m just a desk clerk at a small chapel in Geneva. This habit is my work uniform. Also due to my skin being sensitive to syntheric materials, this is the only clothing I could wear without breaking into a walking red rash. Plus, it''s easy to clean, even if I eat Italian Spaghetti with squid ink.”


    “………………”


    "Are you going to stand there staring at my chest, or hand me your gun?"


    "Why does that sound like a loaded comment, Fraulein Tea Cup. I''m hesitant to even respond to that trapped phrase."


    "Just give me your Luger."


    War on the homefront was difficult. However, in order to bring in hope for those who wanted to see the future, even the rebel SS Officer was willing to take a bold leap forward.


    “…Don’t lose Bethany.”


    “You named your gun?”