ch3

--3
Ed entered the building as he looked around.
“Hey, Ed!” Roger shouted. “Over here!!”
Ed looked at the sound source. Roger walked downstairs as he waved his hand. “Hey, long time no see,” Roger said as he hugged Ed. “Hahaha. How are you?” Ed asked. “Pretty fine,” Roger asked. “So…” Ed said. “What do you want my help for?” Ed asked. “A lot,” Roger said. “Follow me, my friend.”
Roger walked upstairs, followed by Ed. “What’s wrong?” Ed asked. “You’ll know pretty soon,” Roger said.
Maurice was walking around in his office when Roger arrived. “Hey, sir,” Roger said. “I bring the man.”
Maurice looked at Ed, then he sat down. “Ah, boy… nice to meet you,” Maurice said. “My name’s Maurice. Maurice Buckmaster,” he said. “I see. I’ve heard about you before, sir,” Ed said. “And you must’ve heard about us, too,” Maurice said. Ed thought for a while. “To set Europe ablaze, isn’t it?” he guessed. Maurice smiled. “Sit down. We’ll just get straight to the point, ok?” Maurice said.
Ed sat on a chair. “Will you help us?” Maurice asked. “I’m not sure,” Ed said. Maurice laughed out loud. “Of course, this is too sudden. I know that. It’s Roger who suggested you,” he said. “But… let me give a few advices to start,” Maurice said.
“Now… we’ll start with something that surely won’t sound to nice,” Maurice said. “The Gestapo… Geheime Staatzpolizei. Secret police of Nazi,” he said. “Let him know how we work first, boss,” Roger said. Maurice nodded. “So in the SOE, you will work as a group… or at least we call it so. A radio operator, an agent, and the postman,” Maurice said. “What will I be?” Ed asked. “Oh… about that… you’ll be the… postman, I guess,” Roger said. “I see. What will I do?” Ed asked. “Kind of easy, actually,” Maurice said. “The operator receives an order from me, and it’s your job to tell the agent about it. And of course, if an agent has something to tell me, you tell the operator about it,” he said. “So you know the position of 2 men, the agent and operator. But however, you can never tell a side how the other side looks like, or where the other lives, and everything. You become the moderator, and no telling,” Roger said. Ed nodded. “How long will the training take?” he asked. “No practice, actually. Roger said you’re already pretty good on your own, so… I guess we’ll drop you tomorrow. Surely if there’s a Lysander,” Maurice said. “This is your identity… the fake one. Study it with heart,” he said. Ed looked at it and nodded. “Your ration book, and the budget. We’re not giving you too much. In case you need more, borrow from a French,” Maurice said as he gave an envelope. “If you feel followed, don’t look back. That catches the most attention. Find a shop with window and look at the reflection,” Roger said. “How to differ a Gestapo from civilians?” Ed asked. “You’ll know when it’s your turn<” Roger said.
“And about that Gestapo you told me?” Ed asked. “Now, now, I’ll tell about that. Something that surely won’t be too fun,” Maurice said. “The 3 sides of the agents in France. The reason you must not tell the agent an operator about the other side to prevent leakage. So if an agent was caught, the first thing the agent will face is Gestapo’s questions about the other agent. If… the Gestapo asked about the operator, the agent won’t be able to answer because you haven’t told him a word. But, if it’s you they caught,” Maurice said as he pointed at Ed. “Tell them something, and we’ll kill you.”
“Once you’re caught, you have 3 choices. Kill yourself, let Gestapo kill you, or let we kill you,” Roger said. “Gestapo tortures you hard, trust me. In the beginning they will be soft, but their tortures turned more and more inhuman from time to time,” Maurice said. “What if I tell them?” Ed asked. “They will let you go, but please note… we’re waiting for you to be executed,” Roger said. “Make sure you don’t make them notice you. You know… Himmler’s kids are usually tough. Someone who is suspected to work against the Germans, although it may not be true…” Maurice said. “They may kill you, you know.”
Ed gulped. “You can take this,” Roger said as he threw a small plastic container. Ed caught it and opened it. “Is this cyanide?” Ed asked. “Yes. Hold out for 48 hours… if you can stand it, more,” Roger said. “48? What for?” Ed asked. “At least enough for the others to run away,” Maurice said. “Usually Gestapo uses everything to make an agent speak. Whatever it takes. Not just some physical tortures,” Maurice said. “Sometimes… emotional tortures, too.”
“If they take out the syringe please make up your mind that you won’t live,” Roger said. “It’s possible that they use some bloody serum or something. That cyanide will react in 5 minutes once bitten,” Maurice said. “Speak up and we kill you, shut up and Gestapo kill you, or bite that and you die happy. 3 choices for you.”
Ed took the things Maurice gave him, stood up and walked to the door. “Will you help us?” Maurice asked. “The Germans killed one of my students. I won’t forgive them,” Ed said. “Come tomorrow at 3 a.m. To the field 100 meters to the east from here,” Maurice said. “I’ll come,” Ed said.
“You’re leaving?”
Karl didn’t answer. “When will you come back?” Mr. Von Werner asked. “I’m not sure. I can come back quick, but I may not. It depends on the situation,” Karl answered. “But I’ll be back, don’t worry.”
Karl stood up and walked to the door. “Bis spater, vater,” Karl said.

Ed held his parachute tight. “Okay, boys, we’ll soon be flying above Calais. Prepare yourself,” the pilot said. “Don’t be too afraid, the worst is to fall a few hundred meters from the spot,” Roger said. “This is my first time, so of course I will be a bit afraid, Ed said.
The pilot let he Lysander went through the clouds, and then he looked down to the ground. “Safe. You may jump now,” he said. Roger stood up and opened the door. “Ed, stand behind me,” Roger said. Ed nodded.
Roger opened the door and let the wind got into the plane. Roger quickly jumped, followed by Ed. The pilot activated the autopilot and quickly ran to the back of the plane. He took a few packages tied to a parachute, and quickly threw it out of the plane.
“Ok, good luck, kids,” he said as he walked back to his seat.

ch 2

--2
London, 1943
Ed sat on the front of the car. He looked into the class as he started the car.
“Okay, class,” Wilhelmina said, slowly. “I’ve spoke with your parents yesterday, and they agreed with me, that we will move,” she said. “Where are we going, teacher?” one of the children asked. “Somewhere safer than here,” she said. The children looked at each other. “Now, everybody, line up and go to Mr. Sheffield. He’s outside,” Wilhelmina said. The children quickly saved their books and got out.
“Line up, children,” Ed said. “Sir, where are we going?” one of the children asked. “You’ll see, Bernard, don’t worry,” Ed said with a wink.
Wilhelmina sat next to Ed. “Can we leave?” he asked. “Sure. To the station, right?” she asked. “Yeah. Then Luftwaffe will blow this car on our way to Aberdeen,” he said as he left.
The children sang songs as the car made the way to the station. Wilhelmina looked at them with a smile. Ed just drove as he hummed a song.
15 minutes later
“Miss!”
Wilhelmina looked back. “What’s wrong, Sam?” she asked. “Look at those!” the children said as he pointed up to the sky. Wilhelmina quickly looked up. “What is it, Wilhelmina?” Ed asked. “Drive faster!” she shouted. “Just what’s wrong?” Ed asked. “Planes!” she shouted. “A lot of them!”
Ed looked at his car mirror and saw some fast flying black shadows. “Sit tight!” Ed shouted as he stepped on the gas.
PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP
People got out of their houses and ran to a bunker. Ed drove as fast as he can as he looked at the mirror.
The city started to be filled by smokes as some of the bombs were dropped. The children hugged each other as they prayed. Wilhelmina put her hands on her chest and whispered a pray. Then suddenly a flame started a few meters from the car.
“Miss! Miss! Bernard’s injured!”
Wilhelmina looked back and saw one of the children has blood on his body. “Ed, how long will it take?” she asked. “5 more minutes if you shut up!” Ed shouted.
Ed took a sharp turn and increased his speed. Bombs were still falling behind the car. He suddenly felt strange and stepped on the brakes.
BOOM!
Wilhelmina covered her eyes. Ed took a deep breath and coughed a few times. “Gee,” he said. He got down of the car and ran to his students.
“What’s wrong, sir?” a student asked. “The bomb just now must’ve destroyed the road. We must turn pretty far to get to the station. In that case, I’ll take care of Bernard first,” Ed said as he opened the back door. “Bring him here!”
Wilhelmina got to the back of the car. “The first aid,” Ed told her. “Quick!”
She got back to the front. Ed held his student’s hand. “Bernard, are you alright?” he asked. He touched his bleeding head. “Can you hear me?” he asked again.
No answer.
“Hey, Bernard,” he said. “Bernard…”
Wilhelmina ran to Ed. “How is he?” she asked. Ed shook his head. “We need a doctor, damn!” he said. “Bernard, answer me! Please!” Ed shouted.
Still no answer.
Ed bit his lower lip, and then he placed his ears on the boy’s chest. He quickly stood up.
“No…” he whispered. “Don’t you dare do this to me, Bernard!”

“Edward Sheffield?”
“He’s a nice man,” Roger said. “How do you know?” Maurice asked. “Trust me, sir. He won’t disappoint you,” Roger said. “How do you know him, Roger?” Maurice asked. “How, huh?” Roger said as he lit a cigarette. “He’s a friend… at least I call him so,” he said. “He’s loyal.”
“You know,” Maurice said. “Just loyal isn’t enough.”
“I know that, Buck,” Roger said. “I don’t think he’ll disappoint you.”
“Why?” Maurice asked. “He lived in France for quite some years, so you can use him without much training, and one more thing,” Roger said. “He speaks not just two, but three.”
Maurice looked at Roger. “What’s the third?” he asked. “German. Interesting, isn’t it?” he said.
“Sound interesting,” Maurice said. “Can we trust him… as a postman?”
Roger nodded. “I’ll get him for you, sir,” he said as he got out of the room.

Ed sat in his room without any interest. He looked down as he moved some of his fingers.
RIIINGGG
Ed got out of his room and picked up his phone. “Hello?” he asked.
“Hey, Ed,” Roger said. “How are you?”
“Fine,” Ed said. “How about you?” he asked. “Not bad. But… there’s one thing,” Roger said. “What is it?” Ed asked. “Ah… I guess I need your help,” Roger said. “Can you come to 64th Baker Street now?” he asked. “What for?” Ed asked. “Just come. I’m there. Perhaps you can give me a hand,” Roger said. “Okay, then, I will,” Ed said, then he hung up.
Roger put the phone properly and quickly ran to the office. He ran upstairs and got into Maurice’s office.
“Boss,” Roger said. “I got him.”

Ch.1

1 944 5385 IPEKA 44 10 6613 12.0

London, 1919

“And children, today we will study about differences between the plants and animals. Tell me, what differ plants from animals?” the teacher said. Ed quickly raised his hands. “Yes, Edward?” she asked. “Plants produce their food by themselves, while animals don’t,” he answered. “Good answer. Any other?” she asked. A girl raised her hand. “Animals move, while plants don’t,” she said. “No!” Ed said. “Plants do move!”

“Okay, we’ll talk about it later, Edward. Let’s save Kate’s answer for now,” the teacher said. “Now, I’m the one talking. Look at the board,” she said as she took a chalk.

“Animals do move, that’s right,” she said. “But actually, plants move, do you know that?” she said. The class shook their heads. “But the plants stay in their place all the day!” a boy said. “Yes, moving can mean switching places, but in plants, that’s not the point,” the she said. “If you watch those flowers,” she said as she pointed a small plant. “Their petals are closed in the night, but they bloom in the morning. That’s why they’re called the morning glory,” she said. “So the flower bloom counts, ma’am?” the girl asked. “Yes… it counts. And also about the sunflowers,” the teacher said. “Don’t you see the sunflower moves towards the sun?”

The students thought for a while. “Yes, it does,” Ed said. The teacher smiled. “I’m sorry, Kate, but your answer is wrong,” she said. The girl looked down.

“Now,” she said as she looked around and realized something. She walked towards a desk and knocked the table impatiently.

“Hey, Karl, wake up!” Ed whispered from his desk. Karl was shocked. He looked at the teacher who was only an inch from him.

“Now, now,” the teacher said. “What time did you sleep last night?”

Karl grinned. “I’m not sure… about eleven, I guess,” he said. “A boy of your age aren’t supposed to sleep at such a time,” the teacher said. “And you shouldn’t sleep in the class, either,” she said. Karl looked down. “After this lesson, you may not go home. You stay here,” she said. “This may be last lesson, but that doesn’t mean you may sleep in the classroom. Understand?” she said. Karl nodded. “Let’s continue the lesson, then. Now about Edward’s answer…”

1400 hours

Karl walked out of the school hurriedly and looked around. There was barely anybody but a few men crossing the street. He sighed. “Ed must’ve left me behind,” he grunted.

“Karl!”
Ed ran to Karl. “You’re still here?” Karl asked. “ “Yes. Why?” Ed asked. “No, I’m just…” “I promised to wait for you, so I must fulfill it, right? A promise made is a debt unpaid,” Ed said. Karl smiled. “Thanks a lot,” he said. “What are you talking about? We’re friends, aren’t we?” Ed said with a big smile. Ed ran to his bicycle. “Let’s go!” he said as he left. Karl ran to his bike and quickly chased Ed.

Karl walked slowly as he put his hands on the front. Ed was hiding behind a cupboard as he watched Karl looking for him. “Now, now, where are you, Sheffield?” Karl said as he looked around. Ed giggled quietly and took a book from the floor and started reading.

Karl looked into a wardrobe but he found nothing. He looked back and realized a book was gone. He walked quietly to the cupboard and looked to the other side of it.

“BINGO!”

Ed was shocked. “Ah, how’d you find me?” he grunted. “It’s simple. A bookworm in hiding will usually bring a book to read in hiding,” Karl said. “Wow, you really look into details of things,” Ed said. Karl laughed. “Once more time? But you search for me this time!” Karl said. “Okay, you bet! Why not?” Ed said.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Ed ran out of the room. “Mum, I’ll get it!” he shouted. He opened the door and saw a woman standing there.

“Good afternoon, Ed,” she said. “I guess Karl’s here?”

Ed nodded. “Wait a minute, Frau Von Werner,” he said as he ran to the book room.

“Who is it?” Karl asked. “Your mum. I think she wants you to go home,” Ed said. Karl was shocked, but then he sighed and walked out of the room.

“Karl, let’s go home. There’s something I’d like to talk to you about,” Mrs. Von Werner said. Karl nodded. “See you tomorrow, Ed. Regards to your mum,” Mrs. Von Werner said. “Bye,” Karl said.

Ed locked back the door. “I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling,” Ed whispered.

“What the heck?”

“Yes,” Mr. Von Werner said. “I’m terribly sorry, Karl.”

“No, you’re kidding, vater!” Karl said. “I’m so sorry, Karl,” Mr. Von Werner said. “Your mum can’t stay with us anymore.”

Mrs. Von Werner looked at her son sadly. “Whom will I stay with?” Karl asked. “We’ll talk about that with the judge,” Mr. Von Werner said. “But now… we have to go back to Germany.”

Karl looked down. “I know it’s difficult for you, sohn. I’m sorry,” Mr. Von Werner said. “No, that’s really fine,” Karl said. He walked to his room.

“Karl! One more thing!”

Karl looked back. “We’re leaving tomorrow. I’ve told your teacher about that,” Mr. Von Werner said. Karl nodded and got into his room. He locked the door and laid his backs against the wall. Soon after, he felt his cheeks wet.

2100 hours

Ed tied his blanket on the window and crept out of his house. He looked around to make sure nobody was around. After he made sure, he took his bicycle and cycled to a field a few hundred meters away.

Karl sat on the field as he looked around. A few minutes later, he saw a silhouette getting close to him. He stood up and waved his hands. Ed honked the trumpet a few times and parked his bike.

“Sorry. Have you been waiting long?” Ed asked. Karl shook his head, and then he smiled sadly. “What’s wrong? You looked sad,” Ed asked. “Ed, promise me you won’t tell anybody about this?” Karl said. Ed thought for a while, then he smiled. “it must be something important,” Ed said. Karl nodded. “Promise?” Karl asked again. “Okay, mein freund,” Ed said. Karl sighed and sat down. “My parents… They will divorce,” Karl said.

Ed was stunned. “What? How come?” he asked. “I don’t know,” Karl said, his voice unclear. “I don’t know!”

Ed patted Karl’s shoulders. “Karl, don’t cry,” he said. Karl didn’t say anything. Ed looked at his friend for a while, then he asked, “Then you will leave?”

Karl nodded. Ed looked down. “Will you come back?” he asked. “I don’t know,” Karl said. “But I don’t think so.”

The both of them said nothing in for a while. Then Karl swept his tears and looked at Ed. “Ed,” he said. “This is farewell, you know that?” Ed nodded. “I know, of course I know,” he said. Then he hugged Karl. “Don’t forget me, okay?” Ed said. “I won’t,” Karl said. “Never.”

Codenamed

I usually call it Seelowe.... or it means sea lion in German. My second best writing so far.... but still the title is Codenamed. Just... oh bloody damn don't mind. If you want a real short plot of the story, here it is...

So after WWI, a German family (Von Werner) moved to England. That was where their son, Karl, was born. Karl grew up and made friends with a British boy, Edward Sheffield. Then one day, the Werners decided to divorce. Hence, they went back to Germany. A few years later, Karl joined the Gestapo, while Ed joined the SOE (Special Operations Executive). And they met a few times... what happened next? Read it yourself.

P.S: Sorry for the whole gramatical error...