Official Report
British Intelligence
Code: 3986
Kathleen Winfred
Today, I was led from my cell one more time. The guards were already gone, new faces on new guards in their places. Pirot looked subdued, as Albert had been ordered to the front lines.
I was given a uniform. I was led to Von Steubon's office.
I stood next to his desk as he opened a drawer and calmly took out a few pieces of paper. I could see, from my spot beside him, that the first contained the names of the transfers. Another piece of paper contained a blank form for recording executions. Yet another contained a master list of prisoners and their status. I could see that some were already marked as transferred. One was marked as dead of an illness, and I remembered the victims of the flu over the winter. I did not see my name. Lastly, a document of my employment status with the German military waited to be finalized.
I watched as Von Steubon marked my name off the first list, noting that Kathleen Winfred was deceased. He filled out the information recording my execution, and signed it. I found myself watching his handwriting, something that was sharp, but somehow elegant at the same time, even as he signed a document that made me, by German law, dead. He marked me as dead on the master list of prisoners. The last paper, he filled out, signed, and then handed to me, pointing, with the tip of his pen, to the line where I should sign.
That morning, Kathleen Winfred died.
Ilsa Schulz became a German soldier.
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Ilsa is pronounced IL-sah.
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Winfred
Historical FictionThe Women's Guard, The Soldier, The Nazi, The Spy. The Spy turned Prisoner. As they say, dead men (or women, as the case may be) tell no tales. But Kathleen Winfred isn't dead; she managed to escape. Now, the story of her capture by Nazis in occup...
