Sleeper Agent by Ib Melchior

Author:Ib Melchior [Melchior, Ib]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Mystery & Detective, Juvenile Fiction, European, Literary Criticism, irish, Welsh, English, Scottish
ISBN: 9780515041811
Publisher: Pyramid Books
Published: 1977-11-15T06:00:00+00:00

GEHEIM GEHEIM GEHEIM

[Secret] [Secret] [Secret]

UNTERNEHMEN SCHWEIGEAGENT

[Operation] [Sleeper Agent]

PERSONALBOGEN

[Personal Dossier]

KESSLER, RUDOLF

RUDI A-27

Beneath the code name someone had written in a careful, meticulous hand,

KOKON

PART 3

30 APRIL-5 MAY 1945

7

Obersturmführer Rudolf Kessler glanced impatiently at his watch. He was surprised to see that the day had come to an end. It was just past midnight. Living underground gave little sense of passing time.

He was restless. He had been waiting tensely almost an hour outside Bormann’s private bunker office. He knew that when the door finally opened and he was called in, he would be facing the Reichsleiter himself—and the climax of the last few frantic days of briefing.

Time was running out. Too fast. The place was rife with rumors. They said that the Russians were only a mile away. They said they would reach the Führerbunker on May 1st or 2nd. They said that General Wenck’s rescue army was still expected any hour.

Everything seemed to have been speeded up. Crazily. Even time itself. Months flew like days.

He had not liked his stay in the bunker. He felt both physically and mentally entombed. Life around him had a nightmarish quality. It made him feel constantly uneasy. Yet, never before in his life had he felt so exhilarated, so keyed up, as he did at this very moment.

His briefing on KOKON was completed. He had been instructed in everything: his own specific orders, Reichsleiter Bormann’s personal plans, the innermost secrets of KOKON! He—knew.

He shifted uncomfortably on the bench. He watched the steady stream of grim people passing before him. The domed yellow ceiling lights gave an eerie, unnatural cast to the scene. It seemed to him as if all the Bonzen—all the big shots—in Germany were hurrying through the bunker corridors deep under the Reichschancellery. Generals, admirals, diplomats and ministers. Nazi officers of the highest ranks.

He felt a fierce pride surge through him. At this moment, he, Rudi Kessler, was more important than any one of them! Again he looked at his watch. It had been an eventful day. Before it was over it would surely be the most eventful day in his life.

Early in the morning the Führer had married Fräulein Eva Braun. The ceremony had taken place in the map-room of the Führer’s private quarters. Reichsleiter Bormann had been there, of course. Rudi had not been present at the modest champagne reception afterward, but later he had congratulated the Führer with the others. He was pleased. He liked the friendly, unpretentious Fräulein Eva.

The Reichsleiter had been occupied with urgent affairs all morning, and at noon three important officer couriers, .one of them Standartenführer Wilhelm Zander, Bormann’s personal aide, had left the bunker on a vital mission. It was rumored that they carried copies of the Führer’s personal and political testaments. He had been awed. Papers, he thought. Papers covered with the marks of the future.

Later in the afternoon he had played for a while with the Führer’s Alsatian dog, Blondi, and her new litter of puppies. One of them had been his special favorite. It had reminded him of Mausi.

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