(“Used with permission from the SOFREP website, a service of SOFREP, Inc.”)
Sturmbannfuhrer Benjamin MacBeth drove all that day and into the night. At midnight on the third day. He turned into a large estate in the small village of Great Rollright. There were a number of vans and cars parked in front of a large barn. And, he was immediately met by three men dressed in black clothes and carrying the brand new MP 40 submachine guns. He was welcomed by the three guards with the deference due their leader, and he quickly tasked the three men with assisting the two men in the back of the lorry unload the duffel bags into the barn.
The lorry was soon surrounded by a full Zug (Platoon = forty men), and the unloading was completed in short order. Macbeth was stretching his back and legs when Kompaniefeldwebel Delbart Tesch approached saluted and announced, “The men will be ready for inspection momentarily Major.” Benjamin turned and watched as the men organized themselves for review by MacBeth, their operational commander.
Macbeth quickly walked down the line studying every face. He had personally selected each of these men from the training program. A few – the Sergeants – he had groomed from their Hitler Youth days. This unit had grown together over the last five years, and Macbeth had driven his men relentlessly until they were the match of any SS Unit in the Whermacht. But, for the purposes of this operation, Macbeth had agreed that the men of the Ebbinghaus Battalion would augment his Kommandos. His men were the arbiters of purity, pure Aryan supermen. Where the Ebbinghaus Commandos – although highly trained and motivated – were a mixed breed of fighters trained for behind enemy lines operations. Indeed, many were not even German. His men were tasked with the tough jobs and the cleansing of the world for the purposes of the coming thousand year Reich. He was determined to prove that the Aryan race was the purest and highly developed race on Earth. And, he knew that training…and fear…was the way to excellence and victory. So he had taught these men to fear him. The looks on their faces as he stopped momentarily before each man released an intoxicating wave of satisfaction in his evil sadistic heart. It was the Ebbinghaus men that he was worried about. Mixing mutts with his supermen was unsatisfactory.
MacBeth harbored a pathological hatred developed as a young man for the British and the Royal Family in particular. Although his father – a Presbyterian Pastor – had taught him that his genealogy as a MacBeth could not be connected to the historical king of the north, he had convinced himself he was the rightful heir to the Scottish throne. His delusion became so pronounced he eventually rebelled from his father’s faith and sought out spiritual leaders who led him into occult rituals…human sacrifices…designed to give him supernatural power over his enemies. It was during one of these meetings at a midnight meeting deep in a forest in Bavaria where Macbeth met Heinrich Himmler.
Benjamin MacBeth was a born psychopath. A fact that Himmler recognized when MacBeth had joined the SA – the Brownshirts – early during the rise of the Nazi Party to prominence. Himmler groomed MacBeth and stoked his beliefs about his ancestors until he became firmly entrenched in the genetic purity philosophies driving the extreme Aryan ideas of the Fuhrer. Himmler’s control and influence over MacBeth were complete and gave Himmler a highly trained deadly tool that was now poised to strike at the newly crowned King George VI and others in the British government. Himmler had dangled the perfect motivational carrot in front of Macbeth, leading him to believe he would be the new king of an independent Scotland when England surrendered.
Macbeth reached the end of the line and proceeded to move to a position just a few feet in front of his Sergeants. Quietly he snapped his arm out in a salute and said “Heil Hitler” just loud enough for the Non-Comm’s to hear. Then looking at his second in command, Delbart Tesch, “Dismiss the men. And, get me some food Delbart. It’s been a long drive and you and I have much planning to do.”
“Yes sir!” Delbert answered. Then asked, “Should I have food brought out to the barn for those two men that arrived with you?”
MacBeth answered as he turned and walked away towards a large rundown estate farmhouse. “Negative, those two can take care of themselves. In fact, no one is to interact with our guests unless I specifically require it. Understood, Spiess?”
As Delbart turned and followed he answered, “Perfectly clear Major!” As Delbart followed behind his commander towards the farmhouse he noticed that where his shadow fell, it obscured the ground or the objects on the other side of the umbra. As if the shadow was not just the absence of light but the presence of something darker. Delbart’s skin crawled and thought, “Welcome back…whoever you are…”