What to do? We were told to wait for a few days after the major attack. But someone had a big plan. I felt like my friends weren't telling me what. Glory's beautiful silver aluminum skin was covered with black. The dragon remained, though. Then, finally, the news.

I got a telegram from HQ, wherever the heck that was.

To Joseph, Lucas, Aaron, Michael, and Nico:                           March 14, 1951

You are to go into Berlin and infiltrate its government by entering the Hitler Youth Division. There you will gain trust and be put near higher powers. When given the chance, assassinate Hitler, or whoever you can get within range of. You must be able to speak, write, and understand German.

To Maggie and the crew of Glory:

You are to conduct raids over Berlin while the others infiltrate. You are to make raids with other bombers every night unless told to. I repeat: Only stop raids when instructed! You are to drop 6 1000 pound XP45 bombs. Aim for incendiaries dropped by scouts. XP45 will be explained at a later date.

"XP45?" Joey asked.

"Something important, but what?" I replied.

"Chemical bomb?" suggested Michael.

"Probably untested. Chemical for sure!" said Lucas.

"Whatever it is, we need to be secretive in our mission." I said.

We rode in the night. We changed into torn clothes as we went into Berlin. Our story was to be found in a destroyed building, barely alive. The bombing had begun. Certain planes were carrying different loads. One type was this bomb that released little capsules that embedded into the skin. When exposed to light, they would heat up, and, basically, burn the person. Alive. It was strange to know we made this horrible bomb. Wasn't Germany the ones who used chemical warfare? I felt it was wrong, but I couldn't change their minds.

We jumped out and ran towards a destroyed building. Parts were on fire, so it was new. We positioned ourselves under wreckage and covered us in dust.
The next day, I was found, along with the others. We had fake identifications with fake names. We decided to join the Hitler Youth to "protect our nation" and on and on. We were inspected for health problems and other things that seemed strange. We were given uniforms and taken to our barracks. We were split up, and I was alone. I opened the door and eleven pairs of eyes gazed into my soul. I put my extra stuff on my bottom bunk.

"So. You're the new one? The newbie?" The tallest kid said. I assumed he was the leader of the group. He had bulging muscles. Not the kid you go looking for a fight with.

"Well, I just got here!" I replied.

"Well, I'm Gustav! But you better call me Boss. Don't be sarcastic. I don't like it!"

I tried to keep a straight face, but the name just made me burst out laughing.

He walked right up to me, a good foot taller than my 5' 4" body. Then he threw a punch in my stomach.
I bent over and held my stomach in agony. Then he threw another into my face. I fell over on the ground. The other kids were starting to cheer and make a circle around us. I looked up at him. Then I realized my strength over him. I just had to get around him and keep moving. I was faster, so I just had to dodge his punches.

I stood up and lunged at him. I felt my hands move like machine guns. Blow after blow landed on him. His stomach, chest, face. The last punch knocked him over. I stood over him, my nose bleeding. He looked up at me.

"Our rule is, the strongest is leader. You're the strongest. I was not expecting so much. Congratulations!" He said.

Everyone cheered. I was alpha? The others looked at me, almost worshipped me! During training, they looked to me to do the best. Sometimes, I would get very nervous I would mess up, but if I did, they did worse.

Well, I gained trust! I thought.