Gate of Dimensions

[Act 1] Chapter 25: Losers of the Last War

Carinhall estate, Schorfheide Forest.

"Wir sind hier, Fräulein," said the driver. We are here, Miss.

Helga opened up her eyes in the dark of night, took one more sip of her wine before simply tossing it away and stepped out of the car. She took one deep breath before bearing witness to the refurbished Carinhall estate, a simple lodge where the leaders of the old SS decided to meet all together for the second time this year, the previous one being before the opening of the Gate. It was terribly demeaning for people who held such respect in the now-defunct Schutzstaffel to be forced to meet in a rural area in an estate owned by one of their former officers, but at least wasn't hard to bribe the guards.

Helga wished the meeting could have been held in somewhere of higher regard. She wished the meeting could have taken place in Wewelsburg, a castle of stone and wood that withheld the treacherous Wehrmacht until its dying breath, but it was simply too obvious for the Kaiser's men. Plus, it would have brought all of the Kaiser's enemies in a single place where they could have been eliminated completely, bringing the Nazis to their knees, thus, it needs to be in a small, concealed area where Wehrmacht forces aren't patrolling as much.

Once, the building belonged to Helga's former friend, Hermann Göring, now it belongs to one of the lesser officers. It almost made her shudder a tear when she was reminded of the one who almost gave her the push she needed to be among Goebbels, Himmler and Keitel, speaking directly to the man she wanted to impress the most.

Of all the people who were in Hitler's inner circle, only one was still alive, hiding in Germany, not daring to escape when every airport and shipping lane was looking for his face.

When Helga walked up the front gate, she could hear the talks, if one could call a bunch of arguing old men that, happening right now before she even got to the front door. Her chauffeur was the one to walk forward and knock on the door before walking back to the car. When the door opened, a man of strong and evidently young features walked out into the night and gave Helga a big smile.

"Hermann Fegelein," Helga greeted, shaking her old comrade's hand. "Ich sehe, Sie haben es geschafft, Görings Wohnsitz nach dem Krieg zu beanspruchen? Es ist schön zu sehen, dass Sie endlich Grund gesehen haben, sich wieder auf unsere Seite zu wenden." I see you managed to claim Goering's residence after the war? It's good to see that you've finally seen reason to come back to our side.

Fegelein said, scornfully, "Das ist ein Fehler, den ich korrigieren möchte. Die Royalisten haben uns die Chance verpasst, ein Reich der Schönheit aufzubauen, also werde ich sicherstellen, dass sie es auch tun." That is a mistake I seek to rectify. The Royalists lost us the chance to build an empire of beauty, so I will make sure they do as well.

Helga was let inside and was immediately greeted by five of her former comrades in the foyer, right outside a closed-door with sounds of arguing from the other side. Sepp Dietrich was one she recognised more than the others present.

After exchanging pleasantries, Helga looked around and saw a specific someone wasn't present for the meeting.

"Wo ist der Chef?" Helga asked. Where is the boss?

"Er kommt nicht, er sieht es wichtiger als das Treffen, seine Männer versteckt zu halten." Sepp Dietrich answered. He isn't coming, he views keeping his men hidden more important than the meeting.

It wasn't at all unusual the true Reichsführer himself wouldn't attend any of their meetings. He was always concerned about hiding both himself and the last of the Honour Guards, which makes sense since Wilhelm offered no exception for both, calling for their immediate execution.