The Wolf Ballet || WW2

5. The Wolf Ballet

Chapter Five

November 28th, 1939
Warsaw, Poland
88 days since the occupation

Arthur stood by the side as the group of leaders gathered around the projection room of the Polish chancellery. Now occupied and utilized by the Third Reich and its believers. In front of them Hans Frank, controller of the masses and advisor to the Führer, addressed the coming of days in which Germany will ultimately continue to divide the city. The initial idea for Poland was to 'Aryanize' the city—having expelled thousand of the Jews, Sinti, Roma, and Poles from the Warthegau already, it was only a matter of time. The Warthegau was a fraction of Poland annexed into Germany only weeks before the invasion. It worked as the counterpart to the German's other portion of the country—The General Government of Poland.

There, the Germans—under a new commander, Heinrich Himmler, worked to root and ship potential Polish children to Germany. Once they've have arrived, the children would be adopted into Aryan homes and purified into German beliefs.

Arthur hardly found the concept incumbent, taking children from their homes was not a practice ever so mirthful. Though it was something that many men were instructed to do. Thankfully Arthur hardly found himself acquainted with the general public. If he wasn't in the ranks, commanding within the trenches—he was here. Assisting and advising the group in the art of battle strategies.

Aside from the intention to meek the brewing resistance within the falling city. There have been discussions of the Nazi evaluation in conquering more lands.

By the coming spring, the Germans hope to reach the borders of Northern Europe. Denmark was seemingly a central target. They would start there.

Sensing the meeting was coming to a close, Arthur followed in toil as the leader all praised the Fürthrer before dispersing. Arthur was quick in grabbing his coat and leaving. So much he hadn't realized he was being followed.

"Lieutenant Von Wolff,"

Arthur turned as Hans Frank solemnly approached him. The lieutenant greeted him as respected but showed no common interest in establishing a conversation. He was tired, and there was much to be done before they could progress in any war. The British had already shown no sign of backing down. Their troops were in the process of mobilizing in matters of retaliation. Arthur needed his team to be ready when the moment came.

"I was surprised to see you came back to the Polish capital. Many have said you were on vacation—others claimed you retired."

Arthur could sense a patronizing tone in Hans's words, but it was not a matter that fazed him. He was indifferent to the sentiments that others may feel towards him. He was there to fight a war, not coy with the idea of possibly acquiring friends.

"My greatest pleasure in life would be to not fight other men's battles, but it appears not many are so fortunate,"

Arthur responded cooly as the two men carried on through the hall. Their strides were small and gentle.

Hans chuckled, finding Arthur's passive aggression oddly fitting. He recalled the moment he was first introduced to the youthful assault leader. Arthur was new to the ranks but had already established his name well amongst the German army.

'Tollwütiger' Wolff, German for rabid. That was his name during his early years as a private to the German Wehrmacht.