Post # 221 July 20 2020
“The Eureka Gambit”
As a writer who feels more comfortable in longer
fictional forms, I often have to plan new projects ahead by several years.
One of my next projects, likely not available until summer
2021 or possibly later, is called The Eureka Gambit. It’s an alternate history novel, a sort
of what-if? story.
Below is an excerpt from my notes on Chapter
1. I’ve actually plotted and outlined
the entire story, but there is still a lot of background and research work to
do. Note the date in the chapter intro.
Chapter
1
Dasht-i-Kavir Desert, Iran
Lat. 35 North, Long 53 East
November 26, 1943
0235 hours
It is past midnight in the Iranian desert, some 150
km from Tehran. A convoy of trucks waits
patiently alongside a cleared landing strip in the desert hardpan. There is a sound of distant aircraft. Suddenly, landing lights come on, outlining
the crude runway. Then, one after
another, three Junkers Ju-52 small transports bearing no markings make bumpy
landings on the strip, a location their maps call Alpen-Eins. The landing lights go out immediately and the
scene is then illuminated by lights from the trucks.
Standartenfuhrer Otto
(‘Scarface’) Skorzeny emerges from one of the planes and witnesses a hurried
transfer of men, equipment, guns and munitions from the planes to the
trucks. There are nearly a hundred men,
three detachments of Operation Long Jump, all handpicked from SS
Battalion Friedenthal for this special mission. Their target: Josef Stalin, Franklin
Roosevelt, and Winston Churchill, all meeting in two days in Tehran at the
Soviet legation. The gathering is code-named
Eureka.
Skorzeny knew that an advance
party of six German radio operators had already
dropped by parachute near Qum, 60 km
(37 mi) from Tehran. An existing Abwehr network had
been set up in a villa in Tehran. From this location, the German observers had radioed
numerous intelligence reports back to Berlin. A second group of operatives, led
by Skorzeny, had now been dropped into Iran for the actual kidnap attempt in late
November.
In Tehran, the Abwehr field station had readied a
villa and a warehouse for their stay. The first reconnaissance group had traveled
by camel, and were loaded with weapons. They would stay at the villa. The
second group would be led by Skorzeny himself and would be housed in the
warehouse.
Skorzeny supervises the transfer and loading of
gear, discusses conditions with White, Gold and Black detachment commanders (Obersturmfuhrers)
Hans Eisler, Jurgen Holtz and Fritz Born, and reviews the latest intel on
Soviet, British and American security force deployments in and around
Tehran. Consulting crude maps by
flashlight, they discuss the best route into Tehran to their safe house, their
weapons and ammunition supplies, the forecast weather and the best exfiltration
route, for they fully expect to be back at Alpen Eins with their special
‘cargo’ in less than three days.
There is a sudden commotion on a nearby
road. Detachment troops have spotted an
old bus wheezing along the road in the middle of the night. It’s a routine passenger bus, en route
overnight to the nearby town of Samnan.
At Skorzeny’s orders, the German commandos flag down the bus, order all
passengers off for interrogation, and then commandeer the bus for their own
use. The passengers are marched off into
the desert (there are some sixteen of them, men, women and two children). We hear staccato burps of machine guns in the
distance. The commando detail escorting
the passengers returns to the convoy.
The passengers don’t come back.
They have all been executed and left in the desert.
Finally, the transfer is done. The trucks form up into a crude convoy with
the bus in the middle. Several dozen
troops board the bus. It will be taken
to the safe house in Tehran that is their destination. The convoy gets underway, even as the Ju-52
transports are revving engines and preparing to take off again into a black,
moonless night sky.
The last of the planes is airborne and
the landing lights are doused. But a
small crew stays behind to gather up all evidence of their work. The runway lights and markers will be used
again in three days, for if all goes well, the convoy will return with their
hostages in tow and the planes will be used to exfiltrate them to distant
places, ultimately to a castle in the Austrian Alps, guests of the Third
Reich.
The convoy moves quickly through the
desert and approaches Tehran before sunup. The trucks scatter and disperse to
take different routes into the city, though they will all wind up at the same
place. Their destination: an abandoned
warehouse on Mehrabad Street, down the street from the Greek Orthodox Church of
the Ascension. The trucks all contain various innocuous-looking gear and even
farm produce to cover their real cargo.
One truck encounters a Soviet military
checkpoint as they enter the city. There
is high tension as the Soviet troops (part of a 3000-man contingent of Red
Army, NKVD, Interior Ministry and Border Patrol troops) examine the truck, its
crew and cargo, and their (forged) papers.
But the Germans manage to elude or pass through the checkpoint, thanks
to Iranian sympathizers who ride with them.
One Iranian is even a local police chief and he vouches for the truck
and its equipment as needed to support crowd control for the upcoming
conference.
After some discussions and consultation
with headquarters, the Soviets let the truck pass.
The truck eventually reaches Mehrabad
Street, which is mostly deserted at this early hour. Skorzeny gets out, hears the local call to
worship from loudspeakers of a nearby mosque and brusquely orders the truck to
be quickly off-loaded and hidden. Then,
over the next hour, the other trucks and men of the convoy and appear at the
warehouse and do the same. The other
detachment commanders have safely made it into the city without major
incident. Skorzeny knows the easiest
part of Operation Long Jump has been successfully completed.
As the men check off and stow their gear
and bed down to lie still for the daylight hours, Skorzeny and his commanders
go over the details of the next phase carefully, reviewing every little detail:
the route to the Soviet Embassy compound, likely security deployments, the
floor plan of the critical buildings, the timing, the weather, traffic
conditions in that part of Tehran, their supplies and route out of the city
back to Alpen Eins.
Finally, exhausted but unable to relax,
Skorzeny walks outside with Fritz Born and they
reminisce about the operation they just finished several months before,
rescuing Benito Mussolini from Italian partisans. Skorzeny opines that Mussolini was a
breeze.
They both know that Stalin, Churchill
and Roosevelt will be much harder targets.
The sun comes up over the ornate gold dome of the Greek church, they see
churchgoers beginning to appear and both hear the wailing of the muezzin
admonishing Muslims to come to a nearby mosque.
“Perhaps, we too should be praying,”
Skorzeny mutters, dousing his Sulima-brand (Turkish) cigarette. They both laugh at the idea and duck back
inside.
So that’s the excerpt and this is a good example of
how I outline a novel chapter. From what
you have just read, I should be able to write a 15-20-page chapter, with
characters and appropriate background to kick this story off. I expect to begin writing this one next fall,
at the latest.
Look for it in late summer 2021.
The next post comes on July 27. See you then.
Phi. B.
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