In Copenhagen's industrial area, Danish trucks delivered hardware and components to factories commandeered by the Germans... but all was not as it seemed.

"Pull up slowly alongside the check-point and keep that smile wide. I'll keep watch in the mirror as they check the load," Karl muttered through his own fixed grin. Those who knew him would read it as false, too well arranged. But it was more than adequate for the hassled Nazi soldiers in their unaccustomed role. Unbeknown to them, a well-planned scam was in process as the trucks arrived faster than their usual turn-around time. Cheerfully, Karl put out his hand for payment for his load - this one all nails, a weighty and valuable cargo to the Nazis.

As Ejner carefully drove away, following a pre-planned path, weaving between buildings, he couldn't help blowing out his cheeks in a heavy sigh. "Phew-w-w! Glad this bit's nearly over, hey Karl?" And Ejner shook his head, his face showing his disbelief. "And this is the easy bit, you say?"

Karl shared Ejner's relief; despite never relaxing until the second part was complete. The fear never fully subsided that their ruse would be detected one day. It's risky, he thought, but so small compared to the Freedom Fighters. He consoled himself with the certain knowledge that any and every action to thwart the hated occupiers posed yet another frustration for them, and another win for the Danes.

Karl and Ejner's winding route through the complex of sheds found them able to keep the goods on the truck as Ejner found the exit gate and coolly drove out through the last armed guards. Amazingly, no further check took place. Travelling some kilometres away, their next stop was safely inside a massive warehouse bearing the name of a prominent metal merchant, a logical place to pick up a new load... or so it seemed. Alongside was an old, well-established, deeply trusted timber warehouse, carrying out the same subterfuge. In each warehouse, the 'sold and paid for' goods would be loaded onto a fresh truck with new delivery men.

Finally, Karl and Ejner could allow themselves the luxury of laughing out loud. No doubt about it, they made a great team.

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On the other side of Copenhagen, the owner of a large building and supply complex, Jens Andersen, casually glanced around his workplace. He was inordinately proud of his workmen - able to keep his factory running smoothly despite the often unreasonable demands by their hated overlords. Still he took the greatest care to cover any subversive tracks he made. 'One can never be too sure,' he'd been admonished by his father, the founder of the company. '... not in these troubled times.'

His relationship with his workers was admirable; his daily presence always friendly and curious. His staff viewed Jens as an ideal boss and gave their best for him. After satisfying himself all eyes had returned to their specific jobs, Jens paused alongside his trusted factory manager, Boer Svensen. Barely moving his lips, Jens muttered, "Here's more, Boer. Usual channels," and proceeded to chat about the blueprints he casually placed before his employee. To the unknowing, it seemed a normal happening - two upper echelon experts discussing future plans - for the factory or its products.

Different outcomes could eventuate from these blueprints. The destiny of some would find them being copied and smuggled to Britain, providing valuable insider information. Others had significant detail hidden within their many figures to produce goods with serious defects from standard assembly lines involved in the production of German goods. The final result enabled acts of sabotage to be carried out easily and with less chance of detection. Another quiet victory.

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At a crushing and processing plant attached to a quarry, labourers painstakingly mixed many pounds of hijacked sugar into the cement the produced. A particular target for this unlikely mixture was in the fortifications of German gun emplacements. The first time the heavy armaments were fired, the supposedly protective walls around them crumbled in spectacular fashion.

It's not clear where or how the sugar was stolen, but another shockingly effective piece of sabotage was achieved with the addition of measured amounts of sugar being poured into the fuel tanks of German staff cars. Risky business, but tremendously satisfying to see the enemy flying high without benefit of aviation.

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