Petyr Baelish (notenough) wrote in forgotten_past, @ 2009-06-18 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, national security |
Who: National Security & Greed
What: The results of a failed assassination plan on Hitler.
When: World War II, summer 1944
Where: Berghof, Germany
Rating: PG-13
Ailse Wolf was the perfect German woman.
Her build was small yet not quite as frail and tiny as most of her peers were like, being actually rather tall for her age, but not so much to stick out within the crowd. Her hair was the perfect blonde as was her eyes being the most perfect startling blue. According to her identification papers, she had been employed within the Nazi party first as a secretary, writing up minor memorandums for meetings and organizing paperwork that the military men had no patience to look at unless they absolutely needed to.
Her favor with the party grew when the Fuhrer himself had taken interest in her, only giving her a brief encouragement to keep up with the demands of her work before turning away, the rest of his grey-uniformed entourage trailing after him, leaving Ailse rosy-cheeked and ever more devoted to the Fuhrer's ideas. He was going to lead the nation to grand new heights and to gain justice for all of the suffering the German had undergone in both the first World War and what had followed. For every one of his speeches, she was there, fervent in trying to memorize his words and to understand each of his intentions to the detail, as if she was the one to be relied on in reiterate every one of his speeches just in case he had forgotten.
And although the papers still said she was a secretary, the morning when she was asked to drop her work and walk outside with the man she revered, she had become someone just as important as any of the gray-uniformed officers that had treated her like a nobody.
Having fainted promptly at the sight of her own blood, Ailse was immediately tended to the infirmary within the base, the doctors scrambling about her to patch up the wound given by the bullet intended for the Fuhrer, making her an almost-martyr. Tears easily sprung to her eyes when she was informed that she wouldn't be able to walk properly for the rest of her life, and even if she could, it was slim chances. One that she couldn't afford to take if she was to help her Fuhrer to reform the country and to pave a new future for their people.
She was given more time for bed rest, where she had slept for most of her time there in the little room, being surrounded by fresh flowers daily as well as a couple of books that she desired to read as she waited for the day that she could walk properly again.
In fact, she had been so emotional and upset that even the Sin, who used her as a flesh cover and alias, was impressed with her own acting skills.
Greed never was for theatrics. However, it had served her well it seemed when it came to trying to save her project of sorts from going into pieces after many years of careful planning filled with honeyed whispers and influences from here and there. The attempt on Hitler's life was an annoyance that Greed wasn't too happy about and she was more than eager to get out from this ridiculous length of "bed rest" and find out exactly who it was that had tried to interfere with the Sin's own plans.