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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
The following documents pertain to an anomaly whose utilization by GoI-023 (Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps) directly contributed to the establishment of the SCP Foundation. They have been placed in the SCP-001 slot for their historical significance.
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
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| Record ID: | 1944-FWF-GHW-01 |
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| Source: | Granted to RAISA by The Administrator |
| Contents: | Translated Obskuracorps (GoI-023) documentation pertaining to Geheimwaffe (Secret/Anomalous Weapon) 01, Codenamed "Die Glocke" (The Bell) |
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Stuttgart, Germany
1942
All it took was a red band.
A ribbon around one's finger, the band in one's hat, an officer's armband lacking a swastika, even the thinnest of stripes on one's sock — one of these, combined with a location out of reach of prying eyes and a look of deliberate nonchalance on a creased and sleepless face, was more than enough.
Today, it was around the cap of a flask — its plump form clutched by bony yet substantial fingers, drunk by the chapped mouth on a gaunt face without expression, body seated on a bench soaked with rainwater and encrusted with filth. Inconspicuous, unremarkable, unmistakable.
Fritz took a seat beside the man, looked ahead. The red-banded cap turned, closed. The man spoke.
"It's a good day for birdwatching, is it not? I've seen a few Redshank around this area — maybe I'll get lucky again."
"Birdwatching, eh? I'm somewhat of an avid birder, myself. The name's Fritz."
"Charmed. It's always good to see a fellow birder out and about. Say," the man's hand retreated into his jacket, "I've got a few extra maps — places where the birds love to congregate — do you need any?"
"Of course."
From the jacket, an envelope emerged and changed hands. Fritz unbuckled his briefcase, slipped it in, buckled it shut again. The difficult part was over. Fritz lingered, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took out two.
"Want a smoke?"
"You read my mind."
Fritz handed the other a cigarette. They smoked in silence. The street beside their hideaway was silent, its stillness only punctuated by the low roar of the occasional automobile and the hurried footsteps of passers-by, beaten-down factory workers and slum-dwellers coming back from work for the night, intermittent police patrols. It was the other man who broke the silence.
Blaubeuren, Germany
Obskurakorps Headquarters
Fritz meets the Director
Blaubeuren, Germany
Fritz is quartered in Blaubeuren for convenience. Feels a bit like an impostor or whatever. Not used to spying. Gets invited out to drink by a bunch of other Obskura employees, tension ensues, ultimately gets off safely? just a rising-action-builder
Obskurakorps Headquarters
Lead-up to operation Valkyrie
Operation Valkyrie
Operation Valkyrie is carried out, fails, etc.
Obskurakorps Headquarters
Aftermath
Director gets depressed. Leaves at the end.
Stuttgart, Germany
On a filthy bench in a dingy park in the city's disheveled - and more importantly, well-hidden - underbelly sat a man, clean-shaven, well-dressed. Metal and wood jutting from the inside of his coat discouraged robbers. He was having a smoke. Hardly noticeable — a red band encircling his cigarette. Redshank took a seat beside him, his gaze pointed upwards, as far away from the other man as the bench would allow.
"Tough day, Kamerad?" He finally spoke. The smoking man nodded without turning his head.
"The…book-binding factory I work at," the man started through his cigarette, "is having trouble staying afloat. They're dealing with too many expenses, what with the war going on and all, and they had to let me off."
Redshank didn't respond, didn't turn to acknowledge the other. He tried his best not to. The man took a drag and continued.
"Before I left, I managed to snag me some of their product. You need any?"
Only one answer would be acceptable. "Of course. What do you have?"
The man's hand rifled through his jacket pockets and fished out a small, leather-bound journal. He extended it to his side without looking, and the other man took it.
"Heil Hitler, Kamerad," he said. "And godspeed."
Redshank stood and walked away without a word. Behind him, the man took another drag.
Berlin, Germany
Director carries out a suicidal attack on Hitler during a speech. Fails. The Nazi high command gets the schematics for the antimemetic bomb he used in the attempt.
Obskurakorps Headquarters
Strelnikov and Fritz meet and begin to plan their attack against the Nazis.
"Those? They're from the Great War. I… don't think we should use them."
Obskurakorps Headquarters
Fritz and the Red Orchestra kill the Reich's rulers and Fritz turns back time. The Nazis lose the battle of Stalingrad twice.
