Saturday
Dongo, Italy, Near Lake Como
“The road is blocked. We will have to take a detour, Il Duce,” the driver informed Benito Mussolini and his mistress, Clara Petacci, who were both nestled in the backseat of the sleek 1939 Alfa Romeo 6C 2500 Sport Berlinetta. Disguised as a Spanish diplomatic vehicle, this car led a four-vehicle motorcade, a desperate attempt by Mussolini’s loyalists to flee Italy.
“Just ensure we reach Switzerland and connect with the air transport,” Mussolini retorted, his voice laced with tension.
They veered off the main road and journeyed another twenty kilometers into a desolate area just outside the quaint village of Giulino di Mezzegra.
“Il Duce, there’s a military roadblock ahead. They don’t appear to be Nazis, but Italian military. What’s our course of action?”
“Proceed. I doubt they’re searching for us,” Mussolini commanded, his voice steady.
As they approached the roadblock, the driver rolled down his window, his heart pounding.
“State your purpose,” the military officer, the Beta Team leader in disguise, demanded.
“We’re en route to Switzerland,” the driver responded, struggling to keep his voice steady.
“Exit the vehicle,” the Beta Team leader ordered.
Suddenly, twenty Templar assassins masquerading as Italian officers of the 52nd Garibaldi Brigade emerged from the roadside brandishing machine guns. They swiftly surrounded the vehicles, ordering all passengers out.
The fifteen Fascists were corralled towards a stone wall. Mussolini and Petacci’s faces were etched with terror as they faced the officers, who aimed their machine guns at them with deadly precision.
With a subtle nod from the Beta Team leader, a hail of bullets erupted, mowing down Mussolini, his mistress, and the entourage of the Italian Social Republic party. The Beta Team leader approached the lifeless bodies and delivered a final kick to Mussolini’s head to confirm his demise. He turned to his second-in-command. “Make an anonymous call to Colonel Audisio. Inform him of Il Duce’s location.”
Colonel Walter Audisio arrived half an hour later and walked up to the stone wall where the fifteen Fascist Party members’ bodies lay in a gruesome tableau. Audisio claimed the execution of Mussolini and his party as his own work. He then had the bodies loaded into a van and transported to the Piazzale Loreto in Milan. There, the bodies were subjected to the wrath of the local villagers before being hung upside down on meat hooks from the roof of a gas station.
Beta Mission Accomplished.
β Team
30 April 1945
Führerbunker, Berlin
In the chilling depths of the Führerbunker, three members of the Alpha Team successfully restrained Hitler, Goebbels, Eva Braun, Stumpfegger (Hitler’s personal physician), and three Nazi officers. Joseph Goebbel’s wife and children were bound and confined in a room of the Vorbunker, which was situated on the first floor of the Führerbunker.
“I will rip you to shreds!” the Führer screamed, spewing venomous threats. “Goebbels, do something!”
But the Minister of Propaganda had been rendered powerless to follow his leader’s commands; he was bound to the chair adjacent to the Führer and his newly wedded wife. Hitler and Braun had exchanged vows the previous day, sensing the impending doom of the war.
The Alpha Team’s leader, a figure of authority and control, sat at the table, meticulously drafting Hitler’s last will and testament as per the Templar Lord’s directives. Hitler’s last will and testament distinctly outlined the following appointments:
• Goebbels as the Reich Chancellor.
• Karl Dönitz as the Reich President.
• Martin Bormann as the Nazi Party Minister.
• And most crucially, Hitler named no successor as Führer or leader of the Nazi Party.
The Alpha Team leader then composed a second document, demanding Hitler openly confess his allegiance to Pope Pius XII. With Hitler’s hands untied and the cold barrel of a Walther P38 Ruger pressed against his temple, the Alpha Team leader commanded, “Sign both of these documents.”
Hitler bent over the first document, his eyes scanning the words. He picked up the pen and signed his last will and testament. The Templar swiftly seized the signed document and passed it to his second-in-command. Hitler perused the second document, a confession of his instructions and guidance from Pope Pius XII.
Hitler spat at the Alpha Team leader, his face contorted in disgust. “I refuse to sign this! This is heresy!”
The Alpha Team leader walked behind Eva Braun and placed the pistol to her temple. “You will sign the document, or your bride will die.”
Eva Braun’s eyes flared with terror, fully aware that her beloved “wolf” would never succumb to the terrorists’ demands. She shut her eyes tightly, inhaled deeply, and steeled herself for her inevitable end.
“I will never sign!”
The Templar swiftly reached into his pocket, extracting a cyanide capsule. With a swift, calculated movement, he cracked the capsule, a puff of deadly cyanide powder escaping. He seized Braun’s head, forced her mouth open, and ruthlessly shoved the cyanide capsule inside. The acrid scent of bitter almonds filled the air as the powder spilled into her mouth. Before she could react, the Templar clamped her mouth shut, ensuring the lethal poison was ingested. Her body jerked once, then slumped forward, her life extinguished.
“You animal! What have you done?”
“SIGN THE DOCUMENT!”
“NEVER!”
At the Alpha Team leader’s signal, two Templars lunged at Hitler, wrestling him back into his chair and binding him with ruthless efficiency. The second-in-command glanced at the Alpha Team leader, seeking confirmation. Upon receiving a curt nod, he seized Hitler’s head, forced his mouth open, and rammed in another partially cracked cyanide capsule. As he clamped his hand over the Führer’s mouth, Hitler’s body convulsed before slumping lifelessly in the chair.
Goebbels sat frozen, his eyes wide with horror as he took in the sight of his Führer and Eva Braun, their lives snuffed out. A chilling realization dawned on him—he was next.
“Get rid of these abominations,” the Alpha Team leader commanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. “Take them upstairs and burn the bodies. I won’t have this filth turned into martyrs.”
