The Wolf Ballet || WW2

24. The Wolf Ballet

Chapter Twenty-Four

Krakow, Poland
December 17th, 1939
107 days since the occupation

Hans Frank was well aware of the consequences that were foreordained to boil over into the world in the waking months. Having just got off the phone with the council in Berlin, it was decided that Denmark would soon fall under German rule.

It was a mutual, foretelling, decision that was bound to manifest itself into operation. Berlin had also reported that the British were gathering allied troops to their front. The Canadian military had just arrived at the British shores and was expected to aid the United Kingdom in their battle against the Nazi Luftwaffe in the Northern Sea. Much was at stake yet, so much has progressed in their ambition of Germanization.

Standing up, Hans took in the site of the forming Germinzed city. The Red flag that reigned over the once-Polish streets greeted him in the wind. Hans was proud of how far the Nazis have come in this war—and will continue to devour.

Though a pending matter still often hindered his passion to celebrate wholeheartedly.

France persists in delaying the inevitable. The Anglo-French Supreme War Council is said to meet for the fourth time in a matter of days. They're prepared to send aid to any small neighboring countries that may come under siege by foreign nations—either German or Russian. The French have proved that what they lack in numbers, they make up in will. An admirable trait—they're prideful people, though they lack ambition. If you truly want something, you have to reach out and take it. It would be a lesson the French will soon have to one day learn. Hans recalls the salivating expression on the Führer's face when the council mentioned a prosperous intent on France.

Looking out at the Nazis' symbol on the red and white banner, Hans could see the vision of the Eiffel Tower one day wearing the pride of the Third Reich.

"Reichsleiter,"

Hans heard his secretary address him.

"Oberstleutnant Schulz is once again asking for a conference,"

Hans had to reframe rolling his eyes. This was the third time that Schulz had come to address his 'concerns' over the wolf. He had granted him a summons the first time—out of civilized reflection as governor but it was senseless to let him continuously banter him with nonsense.

Schulz was a loyal Nazi, a man who shares similar attitudes toward his country's potential, but he was far too excited. He was reckless and impulsive. His disdain for Arthur has allowed his pride to cloud his judgment and lose focus on the true objective. Arthur was hardly a man Frank cared for himself but at least the dog knew when to keep a steady mind. The feud between the two men seemed mainly one-sided. Recently, Schulz had spoken out against Von Wolff's dubious allegiance. Claiming he can prove that Arthur was a spy for foreign enemies.

Frank had laughed at the claims.

Arthur Von Wolff was many things, and his willingness to aid in the war always came with a trade but he was no spy. Someone of his age and blood knew better than to handle a double-edged sword. His father was hardly a parental figure to the boy, but as far as Frank was aware—there was a mutual arrangement between the 'Alpha' and his 'pup'.

Arthur was no concern to the leaders. He was a warlord, in the middle of a war—there was nothing suspicious beyond that fact.

"Please inform the Oberstleutnant that I am a busy man and will not be bothered by his baseless trepidations,"

"He brings reports from the capital, apparently there has been a case of false imprisonment in one of the camps, Reichsleiter."

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