Posted by Rodney on October 16, 2000 at 10:50:57:
The Italian Coast Guard spotted the sailing craft drifting eight miles of the coast of Sicily. Her sails were folded, and she was floating along on a south-easterly course, which would have taken her out into the Mediteranean sea. There was no-one at the wheel. Her dinghy was still there, at the rear of the boat. Through binoculars, everything appeared shipshape and in order.
When the hard-bitten old Chief Petty Officer in charge of the boarding party climbed over the side, he stopped dead in his tracks..."Madre Mia!", he gasped.
The second sailor coming aboard pursed his lips in a silent whistle and crossed himself.
The young, third sailor took one look and was sick over the railing.
10 August 1953
They had been anchored off the Sicilan coast for three days. The divers, Gunter and Hans, had brought up over fifty deteriorating wooden crates. The contents...gold bars stamped with the Eagle and wreathed swastika, made an impressive two by four foot pile of the deck. The gold, salvaged from a sunken German E-Boat, which had been fleeing the collapse of the Axis Armies in Tunisa, in 1943.
This was an Odessa Operation. The organization, formed to hide and relocate SS personnel, after the defeat of the Third Reich. Odessa needed this Fresh and untraceable source of funding.
Erica Schmidt, twenty-six year old daughter of SS Brigadefuher (Major-General) Heinz Schmidt, stood watching the divers finish stacking the gold bars. She wore a blue bikini, which intensified the fairness of her skin and did her no harm in the other departments. Her ash blonde hair in pony tails, her eyes under those blonde bangs were large and deeply blue.
Erica's job as back-up diver and general helper was cover for her actual assignment. The man in charge of this operation, former Standartenfuher (Colonel)...Franz Geisler, was in his late forties, with greying crewcut blonde hair. Odessa had information that Geisler intended to take the gold and disappear. Erica's orders were to eliminate the Colonel and the two divers. Whether Hans and Gunter were involved in the plot was immaterial to Odessa. They were contract divers, not Odessa members. They knew to much. They're death warrants had been issued. For Erica was one of the best assassins in the organizations employ..credited with nine removals of enemies of Odessa. Her sweet, innocent looking exterior masking...a cold, tough, professional killer.
The bikini clad blonde called...."Hans". He turned towards the sound of her voice. Erica swung the Luger up and a hole appeared in his throat...he grabbed at it...stumbling backwards...the second bullet punching a hole in his bare chest.
Erica whirled...Gunter trying to grab for a small automatic on the deck. She shot him as he straightened...the bleeding hole between his eyes...Two down and one to go.
The blonde continued her rotation and her slug smashed into Franz's right shoulder...the Walther flying from his hand before he could even get off a shot. He fell backwards off the top of the cabin onto the teak deck, four feet below. Erica sprang forwards to the edge of the cabin...Luger in both hands, long legs spread wide...as she sighted down the barrel.
Franz hit the deck next to the scuba gear, right
shoulder broken...he grasped the spear gun with his left hand...swinging it upwards...he could see the blonde peering over the sights of her weapon.
Erica saw the dark object come up in Geisler's left hand. She hurriedly pulled down on the trigger.
The bullet and the thirty-inch long spear passed each other in flight.
Franz's body jerked as her slug punched a hole in his chest.
"AAAGGGGHHHH...!", Erica gasped, as pain blistered through her bowels...big eyes widening...hips gyrating wildly...as six inches of the thirty-inch long barbed rod impaled her...punching into her flat stomach just above the rim of her bikini bottoms...spine arching...head thrown back as she uttered a spine-tingling screech....the Luger dropping, as she wrapped both hands around the the quivering lance that protruded from her body.
Blood ozzing from around her tightly clenched fingers...running in streams down the insides of her legs...her thighs doing a fitful dance...up and down, big breasts flopping and wobbling out of the skimpy bikini top.
"Ohhhh!....Ohhhh!...Ohhhh!", Erica chanted...as she slowly sank to her knees...staring intently at the imbedded spear...teeth clenched...."AAAIIIiiieee!", she screamed, as the end of the shaft wedged against the deck...moving the tip of the steel rod several more inches into her...she bent forwards...the now deeply sunk...tormenting shaft sinking even deeper inside her...burning pain shooting through her body....the blondes body spasmed and bucked...feeling as if her body was being torn down the middle.
Erica coughed raggedly...little gasps and breathy sobs coming from her full lips...she coughed again, harshly...the blood coming from the corners of her mouth...to splatter over her exposed breasts...still more of the spear of metal sliding into her...as she continued to slowly bend forwards...the end of the lance wedged tightly against the deck...great sheets of pain washing over her.
The end of the spear bursting through Erica's back in a splash of blood and gore.
Blonde head back..."UUUGGGGGHHHHHhhhh!", Erica gurgled, eyes squinted shut...voluptous body slumping forwards...forehead almost touching the deck. Fingers still wrapped tightly around the shaft...the wedged spear holding Erica's body in that kneeling position.
Erica's agonized squirming and jerking came to a stop.
The boat swaying gently, as the sun sank into the ocean...the golden rays outlining her still body and the lance over which she seemed to kneel...in a atitude of worship.
(The End)