"007 Indiana Jones: FAST GETAWAY"
Commander
Ian Fleming opened as Canadian SOE representative
Wing Commander Max Vatan entered NID17's room 39 past a section of secretaries
furiously typing out the former's plots--and instructions to 30 Assault Unit
"Red Indians" and other agents.
"You
mean the fantastically successful removal of Nazi mass-murderer, Heydrich?
"YES,
but you didn't provide a way OUT for Jozef GabÄĆk and Jan KubiÅ”, who were hid
for as long as the civilians could then the Nazis mass murdered THEM in
reprisals...we must not make civilians into COMBATANTS..."
https://www.bitchute.com/video/cEMDMVMq7rs5/
Being of
equal rank but since Fleming gestured him to sit, Vatan sat and let out a
reply.
"We...I
couldn't fly my Lizzy far enough to get them out"
Fleming
stood up and walked to the wall's file cabinet...
"I'm
aware of the Lysander's range limitations...we are also looking at the little
picture, too"
"What
are we going to do about it?"
"Remember
when you are your wife took out the German ambassador in Casablanca? You were
lucky to getaway in that gas-powered, unarmored sedan...but speed can't save
you if the bullets have your line-of-sight, yes?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntKYG1LdbV8
"What are you suggestion? Flying in a tank? How will get IT out or will we leave them on the beach like you did at Dieppe?"
Grunting
since he was right, Fleming opened the file and showed Vatan the picture.
"Our
would-be Soviet Russian allies have a tank that flies".
Vatan saw
the pictures of the ANT-40 glider attached to a tank towed aloft by a TB-3
bomber.
https://jamesbondisreal.blogspot.com/2021/04/spythink-056-russias-flying-tanks.html
"How
do we get it back? We have hard enough time finding postage stamp grassy fields
for Lizzies to land, we are even pushing agents in padded suits out flying
low..."
Fleming
laughed since it was his idea, the free drop of agents from Lysanders.
"The
Americans have a pick-up system for agents that can snatch gliders; 'the
All-American System'...they are already recovering Paratroop gliders used in
Normandy for re-use"
Vatan was
impressed. The Germans would have no excuse to murder civilians if they were
clearly stung by an Allied op whose OPerators got out before they could be
nabbed or killed...
"I'll
pass the technique to the gear wonks."
Fleming
winced.
"You'll
do more than that. Follow me...we're going to talk to Winnie"
Vatan
lost his breath.
"The
PM?"
"Right".
The War
Room, Underground Offices of the U.K. Government
Winston
Churchill, puffing on a cigar beckoned as Fleming and Vatan entered.
"Sit
gentlemen, we don't have much time".
General
Brooke, the Chief of the British Armed Forces rose to speak.
"What
we discuss here is MOST SECRET, in fact ABOVE TOP SECRET. The rules apply here,
any disclosure and you will be executed. Understand?"
Both men
nodded.
"As
you know, we've been looking for evidence the Nazis have an atomic bomb. The
Americans have their best man on it, that multi-lingual baseball player--Berg
on it. Nothing yet."
Brooke
showed them a pic of Berg in ski attire in the Alps.
Brooke
wasn't amused.
"We
got our answer 24 hours ago. Our Italian aviation contact, Luigi Romersa just
witnessed them exploding an atomic device in the Baltic. They have it,
gentlemen."
www.combatreform.org/black_sun.htm
Fleming
and Vatan were on-edge.
"We
must not let them proceed further. They could drop one of these atomic bombs on
London any moment if it were not for Herr Hitler not wanting it. However, he
wants it dropped on the Americans in New Work city. They are working on
modifying a Ju-390 6-engined bomber as we speak."
Fleming interjected.
"Insert
some of my RED INDIANS to terminally guide some Mossies to precision strike
them?"
Brooke
almost laughed-cried.
"Tried
that already. 607 Squadron sent a squadron of 12x of their best, none came
back. The Mosquito fighter-bomber doesn't have rearward defensive armament.
Jerry jumped them and got them before they could reach their target. We need
another approach."
Fleming
& Vatan knew it meant their flying tank.
"We
need you to send a team in with FORCE that doesn't get shot-down, and go on a
rampage killing all the Nazi atomic scientists, their bomb and the Ju-390 which
resistance reports are assembled together at the Luftwaffe flight testing
centre (Erprobungsstelle) at Tarnewitz on the Baltic Sea coast as we speak.
They will test the new miniatured bomb this Friday with a live explosion, then
load its sister bomb for a flight to New York
set to drop Sunday morning at 0300 hours...several million Americans
incinerated as they sleep...Hitler will demand a negotiated peace immediately,
we will have lost the war, gentlemen."
Fleming
& Vatan blew out a whistle.
Winston
Churchill got up to speak.
"I
want you both personally on this. Vatan you fly the tank-glider. You'll have
the best tank driver in the British Army, Sgt. Ken Miles. The tank's armour
will protect you from radiation as the scientists are clustered and vulnerable
in the block house. They won't expect an attack during a bomb test. After that
you rampage out like a Popski Army gun-jeep raid to the adjacent airfield and
destroy that atomic bomb and bomber. Ian, you in the Russian bomber painted in
RAF colors but you come in Friday morning in the dark. You'll supervise setting
up this American glider snatch system with OSS Captain Jones. You all meet me
back here for dinner that night--that's an order!"
"Yes,
sir!"
Churchill
stood up, meeting over.
Later,
that Night
Unbeknownst
to Fleming/Vatan, the latter's wife, Marianne BeausƩjour was also a German
spy--a sexy double agent sending back vital information to the Nazis.
The
Rehearsal
"I'm
Professor Indiana Jones, now with the OSS."
Fleming
chucked.
Vatan
inquired.
"Why
would the OSS need a professor of???"
"Archaelogical
sciences" Jones interjected.
"Yes,
ancient relics?"
"None of you guys ever went to Sunday School?"
Jones
opened up his King James Bible and read the passage of Lot's wife turning to
ash from a blinding explosion.
"The
Nazis got the idea for a nuclear bomb from the Bible."
Fleming
countered.
"That
JEWISH science stuff--E = MC2 from untermenshen Einstein?"
Jones was
happy at least one of them was on-the-ball.
"Yes,
their anti-Jewish prejudice has hindered their bomb efforts but not with
opportunistic, pragmatic Heisenberg as Berg reports. They have it, gentlemen,
we have to stop them. NOW".
Vatan
decided to get back to details.
"What's
all of this?"
"Step
outside."
A RAF
aerodrome with wind sock strongly blowing a strong headwind.
Nearby a
powerful Russian Pe-8 bomber camouflage-painted with RAF roundels, engines in
idle.
"Meet
our crew..."
The
Russian pilots and gunners introduced themselves--one a petite and sexy woman;
LT Anya Amarosa of the KGB.
Jones
walked them over to the two snatch poles with a snatch wire strung across.
Underneath, the ANT-40 aero biplane wings with T60 light tank and driver Ken
Miles inside.
"OK,
let's do it! tovarich!"
The
Russian bomber crew sprinted to their bomber and took off.
Fire
fighters and medical crash crew nearby ready.
The
mighty Pe-8 took off and banked sharply to the right into a right-hand traffic
orbit. Moments later, the incoming drone of ever louder engines as it
approached with tail hook down...
Fleming,
Vatan and Indy watch as the bomber flies in low over the distant trees then
drooping down into the open airfield pasture...
Clunk!
they snatch the wire...so far so good....
As the
bomber flies away, tension building was palpable....
The tow
line stretching...the tiny tank moving along the ground....
Will it
take-off?
More tank
rumbling...the Pe-8 flying away....dust and grass following...the distant trees
looming...
Vatan
empathizing with the pilots..."Come on comrades...come on...."
Then...the
glider-tank broke free a few inches from the ground...
"Come
on! climb! climb! climb!"
Using
every last bit of airfield, the Pe-8 towing the glider-tank arced over the
trees and began a much wider right-hand turn than before....
1st, the
Pe-8 zoomed over them wagging its wings in triumph...
Then off
in the distance soundless came in the glider-tank....
A soft
flare upwards and Ken touched down and it rolled gently to a stop....out popped
out Ken with a grin from ear to ear with a thumbs up...
Weapons
Range
All the
team, bomber and tank crew of this Operation dubbed "HUNDRED ACRE
WOOD" are at the range with Captain Fairbairn presiding.
"These
are your new personal weapons if the tank's main weaponry fail--we've upgunned
it to a 6-pounder..."
Indy
interjected; "In English for us American cousins?"
"57mm
antitank gun--the Molins automatic one like used in the Mossie".
https://www.bitchute.com/video/g6m1QswMB06T/
"These
are not Thompson or STEN SUB-machine guns; they fire the far more
powerful, .30 caliber Carbine cartridge god past 200 meters..they are Assault
RIFLES."
Fairbairn
fires each one and knocks down distant steel targets.
Your
back-up TT-3 Tokarev pistol also shoots this cartridge--modified by us
of course, tovarich!"
Fairbairn
picks one up and knocks down a target with single shots.
Then
removes its holster from his belt and attaches it to the pistol making it a
defacto carbine and fires on full automatic dropping several steel targets.
Out of
ammo, slide locked to the rear, Fairbairn reaches to a STEN magazine taped
together, inserts it and continues firing.
"Mags
are inter-changeable. "
https://1sttac.blogspot.com/2021/04/tactismart-049-us-army-assault-rifle.html
All hands
proceed to test-fire their weapons, Fleming giving extra attention to LT Anya.
The Mission
Fleming
has the team around a scale model of their target.
"This
is the assault landing zone, a grassy field about 1 click away from the block
house. The Pe-8 drops the tank-glider here, then circles and lands here--the
hide site 2 clicks away cross-country--but only 1 by roads which are guarded by
German motorized troops in unarmored trucks. Proceed to the block house
here....
FADE INTO
BLACKENED NIGHT SKIES
Inside
the Pe-8 with darkened faces, Fleming & Indy check their watches...
Over the
Dutch coast now...anti-aircraft tracers arc towards them--but too late they are
flying too fast & too low like the "Dam Busters" did...
Now over
the German coastline, the Luftwaffe's night fighters take to the
skies...
Soon, a
Ju-88 with radar and upward-firing Shrage Musik 20mm autocannon is on
their tail but not configured for a low-level interception & shoot-down..
lit by
the moonlight bouncing off the waters, the Ju-88 pilots see the Germanic
crosses and swastika on the Pe-8 and call in to verify:
www.combatreform.org/axisandalliesspecialoperationsaviation.htm
"Unbekannter
Pilotstaat, wer Sie sind und Ihre Mission."
TRANSLATION:
"Unidentidfied
pilot state who you are and your mission"
Radioing
back in perfect German, Fleming replies:
"Wir
sind TEST FLIGHT 103 aus Peenemunde. Testen einer neuen Wunderwaffe fĆ¼r den
FĆ¼hrer".
TRANSLATION:
"We
are TEST FLIGHT 103 from Peenemunde. Testing a new wunder weapon for the
Fuehrer".
The
German pilots laugh.
"Stellen
Sie sicher, dass es beim nƤchsten Mal geklƤrt ist. Sie wissen, dass es einen
Krieg gibt, keine Wissenschaftsmesse?"
TRANSLATION:
"Make
sure its cleared next time, you know there's a war on, not a science
fair?"
Fleming acknowledges
and the German night fighter flies away for more distinct, verified prey.
Abwehr
Headquarters
Hauptmann
Wilhelm passes a message to Admiral Canaris.
"Kein
britischer Bomber entdeckt. Stellen Sie besser sicher, dass Ihr Maulwurf in SOE
nicht gedreht wurde?"
TRANSLATION:
"No
British bomber spotted. You better make sure your mole within SOE hasn't been
turned?"
Canaris was a hero of mankind secretly working
for the Allies who saved the war by Fleming's behest keeping Franco's
Spain--and the Gibraltar straits out of the war.
Approaching
the Glider Landing Zone
Indy and Fleming in British Irvin X-type. parachutes prepare to jump.
Over the
edge, the green light goes on and they jump through the left side door. Static
lines immediately open their chutes and they parachute landing fall tumble into
the grass. Turning the plate then hitting their dial-o-death button holding
their straps together, they are out of their harnesses, free of their chutes
with STEN ARs drawn looking for signs of the enemy. There are alone so Fleming
light signals the bomber to come around and release their tank-glider. Indy
buries their chutes and they wait for Vatan/Miles to land.
Silently
the glider-tank appears guided by Fleming & Indy's lights and lands and
starts to roll..and roll...and roll...stopping just short of the far
trees....and disaster...
Breathing
a sigh of relief, Fleming/Indy rush to Vatan/Miles to insure they are AOK--if
not they are to remove them and continue the mission as per PLAN B.
They are
AOK, the aero units wings are detached, Vatan/Miles drive off into the night.
Meanwhile, Fleming/Vatan begin assembling the extraction poles & snatch
line. The Pe-8 lands in its hide site and covers their massive bomber with camo
netting as the crew stand perimeter guard.
The Sun
Rises over the Baltic Test Range
The German scientists are giddy at their technical achievement oblivious to the crimes it could commit in the wrong hands--their hands. They assemble like hens into the block house for the bomb count-down which begins. Cameras start filming.
3-2-1
A
blinding light bathes everything around them but they have dark goggles on.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!
Intense
heat and blast waves overcome them that would have killed them had not they
been in the block house-- or the waiting Ju-390 if it were not in its hardened
blast shelter.
A
mushroom cloud rises in the distance fed by water vapor. An abandoned German
aircraft carrier was ground zero and it was flung thousands of feet into the
air by the vapor cloud. No surface fleet could survive such firepower!
Wearing
radiation suits, the scientists flock out the block house as they spot a tiny
tank speeding towards them..
"Was
zum Teufel?"
TRANSLATION:
"What
the fuck?"
BOOM! a
57mm shell explodes into the block house, then another and another its in
ruins.
Turret
co-axial machine gunfire mows them all down--their Nazi service lives over.
Arriving
at the scene, Vatan pops hit turret hatch open and STEN AR guns down the fallen
bodies as insurance, then tosses a White Phosphorous grenade on them as extra
insurance, closes the tank hatch as he drops down.
"Go
to the airfield, Ken"
They speed away from the Nazi burning bodies towards the airfield that comes alive when their 57mm gunfire blasts the gate and kontrol tower. Alarm sirens wailing, they turn to the aircraft shelter doors open as they prepare it to receive its atomic bomb.
Not a
second-too-soon, Vatan explodes the bomber's fuel inside its shelter certainly
scattering radioactive material everywhere.
Buttoning
up, "We're bound to glow-in-the-dark, now, Ken!"
Machine
gun bullets bounce off their tank to no avail as Vatan pumped round-after-round
of 57mm into every Fw190 and Me109 fighter parked conveniently in rows
exploding them gleefully--lest they can chase them.
Ken
didn't need orders to head to the insertion/extraction sight cross-country with
German wheeled armored cars in hot pursuit--until they reached the closed
terrain trees.
Vatan
radios the code word of success and get the Pe-8 into the sky...
Stopped
by the trees, the German infantry follow on foot...the speed differential
between them and the light tank only measured in minutes...
Knowing
they are parallel, German motorized troops follow across from them on the
road...
Fleming
& Indy open fire at 200 meters with their ARs turning a convoy of trucks
into flaming infernos for the Nazis burning inside. On fire the jump out and
some uninjured head towards Fleming & Indy who mow them down--for now.
The Pe-8
roars overhead...
Vatan
& Miles crash out thru the woods into the PZ...
Fleming
rushes to them to speed attaching the aero unit wings and position it under the
poles connect by snatch wire...Indy keeps watch and shoots-down Nazis that
appear from the road...
Indy
shouts to Fleming:
"Better
hurry! We've kicked over a beehive!"
Fleming
shouts back:
"Get
over here NOW! On-the-Double!"
They
mighty Pe-8 banks towards them for the snatch run...
Fleming
commands:
"EVERYONE
INSIDE...NOW!"
It's a
tight fit--but everyone is inside the tiny T-60 light tank-glider...
The Pe-8
roars towards them they will have only 1x try or else they'll have to tank
exfiltrate back to England...the T60 is amphibious--but NOT THAT AMPHIBIOUS to
swim back to the White Cliffs of Dover..maybe a succeeding design could? but
not now.
The Pe-8
roars overhead but German Soldiers are below so its gunners hose them down as
they approach...
Fleming
and Vatan watch the Pe-8's approach and use up the last of their 57mm/7.62
turret ammo on enemy Soldats in the treeline. Vatan pops open the top
turret hatch and empties a full STEN AR magazine into the treeline, then closes
it as the Pe-8 roars over them leaving a shadow...
Clunk!
the line is snatched and they begin to roll forward...and forward...
A German Soldat
appears right in front of them!
SMASH!!!
He is run
over into road, ehh cow pasture kill.
The
treeline looms ahead!
Finally,
their tank is off the ground, tracks spinning...
The
treeline is even closer now!
...and
closer!
They are
beset by tree branches.....
However
they keep moving and moving the branches diminish...they are free! in flight
that is....
In broad
daylight, the daytime Luftwaffe fighters come to life and take-off in
hot pursuit as they rush across the German coastline west...
Fleming
asks Vatan how much time they got?
"Prop
planes 300 knots we've got 30 minutes tops...and we don't have
parachutes..."
"We
could disengage the tow line and glide in for a ditching..."
A flight
of 4x German Me262 jet fighters zoom past them...
"If
they have jets?"
"No
time".
This time
the Germans were not buying the German markings on their Pe-8 but made the
fatal mistake of coming in on its engines for a sure massed 30mm autocannon
kill: waiting for them were 2x 20mm gunners each in a wing engine nacelle that
exploded the first 2x Me262s...
Stung,
but not out, the remaining Me262s led by General Galland set in for a
side-attack kill.
SWWWOOOSHHH!
out from their front 2x Gloster Meteor jet fighters--RAF fighters appear
and bank towards the Me262s for the world's 1st jet vs. jet combat.
The
Meteors fire towards the Me262s that are running ever lower on fuel as the
English coast beckons...
The
Me262s fly off one waggling his wings in respect.
Noone
will ever know--until now--that British vs. German jet combat took place in
WW2...TOP SECRET--ABOVE TOP SECRET.
However,
Operation HUNDRED ACRE WOOD was not home free yet--covered in German markings
aerial observers would binocular report to a litany of anti-aircraft gunners to
blast them from the skies towing a glider or not.
LT Anya
Amasova in the Pe-8 ordered the parachutes to deploy ripping of the German
crosses on fabric pieces over their wings--revealing RAF roundels.
ŠŃŠøŃŠ°Š½ŃŃ Š½Š°Š·ŃŠ²Š°ŃŃ
ŃŃŠ¾ "ŠŗŃŃŃŠŗŠ¾Š¼ Šø ŠæŠµŃŠ»ŠµŠ¹". ŠŃŠ¼Š°Ń, ŠøŠ¼ Š½ŃŠ¶Š½Š¾ Š“ŃŃŠ³Š¾Šµ Š½Š°Š·Š²Š°Š½ŠøŠµ, Š½Šµ ŃŠ°Šŗ Š»Šø?
TRANSLATION:
"The
British call it 'Hook & loop' I think they need a better name than that,
No?"
The pilot
decided to forgo detaching the glider for another crash-landing and all landing
together on a smooth runway rolling to a stop whereupon RAF fire crash engines
washed them down to decontaminate for radioactivity. British genius, Geoffrey
Pike--the real 007 "Q"--was on hand to watch the proceedings.
"I
told them flying-in tanks was the way to go"
www.combatreform.org/reconinforce.htm
THE END?
Or it it
the End of the Beginning?
You
decide.
We have work to do.
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