The trips were a necessary evil. Tyr reminded himself yet again why he was doing what he was doing, going against his own people. Thing was, they were no longer his people, whatever their symbols and actions might say to the contrary.
His honor, and the honor of his pantheon, were at stake.Their runes, gleaned by Odin through his momentous sacrifice, were being used by these sadistic bastards. For his part, they could salute, hail, and use his symbol all they wanted, but Tyr was now firmly set against them. And there were others who felt the same way. Enough of them, in the right places, that Tyr had finally deduced a plan.
It was being called Operation Valkyrie. Tyr couldn't help but think Freyja would appreciate that. More than a year ago, General Friedrich Olbricht, with a little divine influence, came up with the idea for Valkyrie, something Adolf Hitler himself had agreed with. The Fuhrer's growing paranoia in the face of multifple assassination attempts and increasing attacks by the Allies made such measures easy to sell. On the surface, itwas designed to be set into place should there be a threat against the Regime or Hitler himself, where contact between the Fuhrer and the military would be impossible and order needed to be maintained. Instead, it was the very means to assure that upon assassination of Hitler, the Reserve Army would take control, removing power from the SS and most of the other major players. A document signed by the Fuhrer himself, all but giving absolute instructions on how to accomplish a coup d'état.
Or rather, it would be. More adjustments to the wording in the Valkyrie orders would need to be made, and the right people brought in and put into place. They needed someone who could prove to Hitler his absolute devotion and loyalty, despite feeling differently. Tyr had found that man.
Claus Von Stauffenberg had his own hesitations about the regime, and was frustrated himself over not having the means to start a coup. The former nobleman had joined the army with full appreciation of the military tactics being used, yet was appalled by the autrocities being committed in the name of Germany. That alone was not enough to fully bring him into the war god's field of vision. Then came the Tunisian Campaign, during which he received multiple wounds in an airstrike, including the loss of an eye and his right hand.
That Tyr noticed. Not one sacrifice, but two. So Tyr began to whisper his name among the important people while Stauffenberg recouperated. There was little more he could do until the major had healed enough to resume his duties, and take on a few new responsibilities. In the meantime, Tyr was sleeping with the enemy, learning who might be swayed and who it would simply be good to know about.
The uniform had been easy to acquire, and no one suspected a man of such obvious Germanic heritage. He laughed with the right people and smoked with others as he made his rounds, wishing he could help those that suffered around him. An outright attack would gain nothing but more deaths. It frustrated him to do so little, yet he was smart enough to know nothing else could be done right now.
He rounded the corner of one of the buildings, trying to hide his revulsion at the stench and the smoke, when he spotted the small group. A few of the expected men and one woman. One woman who didn't feel at all as if she belonged. As he watched her closely, her image began to shimmer, until he was able to see her for what they didn't.
It just figured she would be in the middle of all this, no doubt absolutely relishing the torture and death all these innocents were forced to endure. Her smile chilled him right down to the bones. He knew there was something not right about this goddess; had known it for a very long time. But this was more than that...it was almost evil.
Without faltering in his step, he walked right up to the group.
"A word, Fraulein?" Don't try anything, Princess, or it will be the last move you make. He added silently, communicating with her in the way only gods can. And don't think I won't follow through. I don't fear death- do you? Even projecting it with his mind, it held all the rage of a savage beast.