(Imagine all this with a gray green filter over your inner visualization).

Distant booms and cracks break the night. Maybe 20 miles distant but with the sound of the washing coastline, the sound could have carried 50 miles even in a clear night and open water. The year is 1939 and a newly manufactured and painted German Junkers airplane’s propellers thrum into life, a medium sized converted cargo plane into a bomber. The cockpit and entire nose of the plane looks like an observatory with the nearly 270degree visibility it offers. It comes rolling out of a covered and camouflaged airplane hangar, the airplane turns along a short runway that is along the banks of a coastline overlooking a large body of water. A team of engineers being directed by a single important looking scientist with finely parted blonde hair and glasses, wheel out a heavy duty cart carrying a bomb roughly 6 feet long and no bigger than 2 feet around. It is painted orange and has in German the word “Beauty IV”. The bomb is loaded to the underside of the plane. The engineer’s team report back to the scientist telling him, “Babe’s in place” in German. After a moment, a thumbs up is given to the pilot who wears the typical attire of a pilot officer in the Nazi regime belonging to a specific group(golden wings attached to the shoulders and badge. A red square with a dark cross in the center backed by diagonal yellow dividers is the lone medal pinned on the chest.

The plane’s propellers speed up and it lurches forward, taking off down the hard packed dirt runway and roars into the night sky, vanishing from sight.

The new days Dawn is just peaking over the horizon on the left. Tapping the fuel gauge, nearly all of the fuel has been used up by now of a possible 1600km. Over the radio, In German of course, the pilot checks in. The first reply is requesting the coded numbers of the pilot and mission, a response of Condor Au79. Static on the radio and then Affirmative reply. A quick question asking for location and a coded response is once again given, though this can be assumed as geo-coordinates: 43.3 N by -2.67 E, (Guernica Spain). Followed by a series of acknowledgements and orders, it is clear this plane was never intended to make a return flight, of which the pilot and crew were aware of. With a sick gleeful smile on the pilots face, he presses a button that lights the cargo hold and a red glow letting the crew know it is time to execute their final plans of this mission. Crewman by crewman, they abandon the plane and pull their ripcords to float into the air on parachutes. These paratroop soldiers are armed and have the terrifying visage of gas-masked equipped soldiers as they chute in. The last of which to exit the plan, is the pilot who slowly disappears behind the canopy of tree leaving the plane to nose dive into the ground where it explodes in a fiery glow. An in ill colored yellow cloud quickly escapes the fire, crawling over the church which was directly hit by the large cargo plane, and quickly spreading to the nearby streets to a radius of nearly a mile when all is said and done. The cracks of gunfire open up in the night and the sound of breaking glass and screams fade you out.



London, 1943, being cataloged and interviewed, several blacklist Nazi scientists are brought into the operations building of the MI5, London’s Internal Intelligence agency that handles all ordeals within British borders. These Blacklist members are Nazi scientists captured or surrendered during the war, whom are deemed too dangerous to be set free and thus, better to be brought in to keep a watchful eye on. As the camera pans down the line, the scientist seen at the camouflaged hangar seeing the plane off on its mission, is shuffling forward to be registered and debriefed within MI5’s building. Next to this large building, you see the structure being framed on a new building that is overlooking the River Thames, this building can be identified as the SIS building, home to the MI6