One Fall day Albert Speer summoned The Agents and introduced them to their newest team mate Martin Chess newly arrived operative from England. He had seen firsthand some of what the Nazis were meddling with when, during the final months of war, he and his team parachuted into the still blazing Eastern Front on the grounds that there might be some useful documents holed up in a former Nazi bolt hole hidden in an old holdfast belonging to some long dead Teutonic order. What they found was a smattering of dead men in SS and only one alive to warn them to avoid the castle where an eerie dim light glowed. Not to be put off, they made there way inside, dragging their captive as he screamed of their impending doom. In the central chamber they found evidence of dark rituals, a black mass meant to summon some unspeakable evil. A book at the top of a simple altar attracted Chess’ eyes and he went to take it. Then the torch flight flickered, went out, and when it came back up, Chess saw that his commanding officer’s eyes were aglow and his shadow twisted and Chess knew that the man must have been possessed. In trying to argue with his fellow men to detain their commander, panic ensued and a frightened lad whose head was filled with his grandmother’s Catholic mutterings blew off the officer’s head and received a surprising bullet from one of his own comrades in return. The terrible violence done, the evil entity seemed to depart and no-one spoke of it, although Chess never forget.
Back in Spandau, Speer told the agents that a child had gone missing and even worse, one of the SS’ dirty secrets, the Spezialeinzatstruppen or an ST had been potentially sighted in the area and needed to be neutralized. These undead soldiers were brought back from the dead to keep fighting Hitler’s wars using Dr. Viegler’s research. Speer hinted that even though Viegler was off on business, he might be of some use. This did not sit well with the remaining agents but they went off on their hunt, armed with an RPA modified field radio that would emit a static crackle when in the presence of the unique electric field the STs give off.
Making their way to the parents of the missing child, they discovered that many of the young boys were known to play in the warren of bunkers and shelters dug under the neighbourhood. They found out that there were several hidden ways the children know but also some guarded main entrances. The closest to the missing child’s home was guarded by an American sergeant named Dan Kramer who was mightily impressed by the celebrity of Soldier Sally that not only did he buy her story that she was escorting “foreign dignitaries” on a tour of the bunkers but agreed to escort her. Deep below, they began tuning in their radio and just as they heard it start to hiss, footsteps running away alerted them. Sally ran after them only to get winded and discover a dirt-smeared tyke who claimed to be looking for the boogeyman who took his friend. After quickly talking with him, they found out he wasn’t looking for Dieter, the boy the agents were on the hunt for but a different boy who had gone missing days before. Now concerned that the ST was going after more than one child, they turned their captured quarry over to Sergeant Kramer who went off to return him to his parents.
The agents began following the sound of static and tracked it to an empty wall with no door. Triangulating where they were, they managed to pinpoint the house that was over the spot behind that section of wall. Inside was a suspicious middle aged couple, the Diephofs, who protested but were convinced to allow the agents inside on the pretense that their ST detector was a bomb detector. Down into the cellar they went and their radio led them to a false wall behind which crouched the miserable, somewhat dead body of Werner Diephof.
His parents pleaded with the agents that the boy had returned from the war and was no harm to anyone. The creature seemed oddly protective of his parents and only lunged for Luc Besson when he aimed a gun at the parents to calm them down. Despite Sinclair firing a shot into the undead creature, they managed to calm the situation down and they began trying to question it about the missing children. Showing some limited signs of understanding, Werner took a piece of chalk and scrawled a geometric pattern which Sally soon recognized to be the American insignia for a Sergeant. Horrified at the implication they questioned him further and even sketched the helpful American only to have Werner grunt in affirmation.
They quickly ran out and back into the bunkers to find where Kramer had run off with the small child they had entrusted to his care. A lost shoe showed them the way through the winding tunnels and into a disused sewage system where sounds of jaunty whistling alerted them to Kramer’s presence. They crept towards the spot, hit by the putrescent smells of decay and overheard him say, “It’s nothing personal. The war just ain’t over,” and the sound of a knife sliding from its sheath.
Bursting in, Chess, and Sinclair laid down a barrage of bullets while Besson ran for the child who was chained to a wall, awaiting to be sliced open. Soldier Sally, fueled by rage ran for Kramer and the two wrestled until finally the sound of cold steel entering flesh rent the air and the two combatants pulled apart. Despite all the blood on Soldier Sally’s shirt, it all belonged to Kramer who died laughing, certain that his belief that the war would never end was true and expecting his eternal reward from his saviour as he cried out, “I’m comin’ home to you, Jesus!”
Everyone was shaken by this terrible scene. The room was an abattoir, filled with the bodies of the Germans he had been killing, men, women, and children alike. There was no ceremony or sense to be made of it. It was just pure carnage. Returning the boy to his parents, the agents broke off to try and figure out just what to do now. Sinclair let the police know through indirect channels who the murdered was, Besson went off to find a bottle, Chess pondered the fate of young Werner, while Sally marched straight back to the Diephof’s and offered Werner her own gun and the opportunity to kill himself. Staring dumbly at her and the gun, he looked up to where his parents would be and passed the gun back, unwilling to take another life, even his own barely a life.
The agents explained what had happened to Speer who informed them that they had done well but needed to do something about the ST. It couldn’t be allowed to remain where it might be discovered or worse. After a long night of drinking and debating with The Commonwealth allied against the Yank and the Frenchman, the Brit and the Canadian managed to successfully argue that Werner had to die. The one thing they all agreed on was that they didn’t want Werner in Viegler’s hands.
Allowing his parents the chance to say goodbye, they took him to Spandau where, with the last nub of his chalk, Werner drew row upon row of crosses. His final request.
The deed done, the body was turned back over to the parents and under the pretext that the long lost soldier had finally come home, they buried him with full military honours. All his surviving comrades turned up for the funeral.
And a few who hadn’t survived…