Chapter Two Thousand Six Hundred Fifty-Six
3rd February 1978
Rome, Italy
Most girls would have been sorely disappointed by the gift that Nan had received on the day her family celebrated her birthday the prior June. She had no idea when her actual birthday was. The only one who might have known the date was the daughter of the monster who had held Nan’s mother prisoner and she had never shared that information. Her family had celebrated her birthday on the same as Nella’s shortly after they had adopted her, it had been a way to let her know that she belonged. Until they had done that for her, she’d had no idea what a birthday was. Her adopted mother had been afraid that she would find the party disappointing at a time when Nan was still having to get used to sleeping in a bed, so she had no expectations. Still though, Nan was thankful that Louis and Charlotte had made everything perfect.
Several years later during the celebration of Nella and Nan’s eighteenth birthday, Louis and Charlotte had given her nothing but a pair of sunglasses, Ray-Ban Aviators with polarized green lenes and polished gunmetal frame. For Nan, those sunglasses meant more than anything in the world. They implied her parent’s support for what she wanted to do with her life. A few months later, Nella had given her a custom-made Luftwaffe issue fight helmet. She was wearing both the helmet and sunglasses as she was flying into Rome Urbe Airport. The view out the front of the Kranich was commanding as followed the course of the River Tiber. She had seen the stepped arrangement preferred by British and American designers in similar aircraft, they had no idea what they were missing.
“You are cleared to land Hotel Juliette” Nan heard the Air Traffic Controller say through the headphones built into her helmet. He was referring to the Civil Registration of the Kranich when he said Hotel Juliette which was painted on the tail, D-CKHJ. She loved to hear them say that as they had guided her over the Alps that afternoon. The Kranich was not a small plane, the tower informed her that they expected it to make full use of the thousand-meter length of runway, as Nan descended she smiled as she throttled back the two Daimler-Benz Turboprop engines, pulled the levers that extended the leading-edge slats and the fowler flaps. The Kranich was flying directly into the wind, so it seemed to float as it settled onto the runway. The landing gear touched down softly and Nan hardly needed to roll out as she turned the plane off onto the taxiway. The tower scrambled to give her different directions to where she was supposed to park.
Shutting down the engines and setting the parking brakes, Nan ran down the checklist. Taking off her helmet, she enjoyed a moment of silence before leaving the Kranich through the forward hatch in the floor just behind the pilot’s seat. It was a sunny afternoon and compared to Berlin, where Nan had taken off from just a couple hours earlier, it was downright tropical.
By the time the car pulled up, she had tied the sleeves of her insulated coveralls around her waist.
“This is not at all what I was expecting” Amedeo Giovani, Prince of Naples, said as he got out of the car.
“When you invited me I warned you that I was coming on my terms” Nan said, “This is what that looks like.”
“Don’t you think you are a tad underdressed?” Amedeo asked, Nan knew that was an incredible understatement. The coveralls were an ugly grey and her hair was a mess from spending the last couple hours inside a helmet. Because she had needed to have the heat on north of the Alps, and glazed nose that cockpit of the Kranich was in looked like a greenhouse. It had also functioned like one once she was over Italy. So she probably smelled like she had been running laps. Finding someplace to take a shower and changing her clothes would probably be the first order of business.
“Do I need to remind you of our deal?” Nan asked in reply.
Amedeo frowned.
The deal was that if he didn’t comment about how she chose to live her life, she wouldn’t bring up his age. Amedeo was more than a decade older than she was, and that was something of a sore spot with him. Of course, Nan found him charming, and it was not as she had promised him anything. All she had done was come to Italy a few times to be seen in public with Amedeo. It was intended to keep his father off his back and Nan knew that she could never compete with the sea, which was the love of his life.
“We have another problem though” Amedeo said, “My father knew about you being the daughter of your former Kaiser, but he also learned that you were adopted.”
Nan just shrugged. “That is not a State secret” She said.
“But you being the only survivor of monstrous experiments carried out by a psychopath seems to be” Amedeo said, “Is any of that true?”
Nan had never had anyone outside her immediate family learn about that detail of her life. She was shocked to hear that Umberto II of Italy had seemed to have learned of it so quickly. At that moment she just realized that she was tired of hiding from her past.
“If you have seen one of those wretched documentaries about what happened on that farm, the kidnapped girls, corpses buried in the forest then you know the story” Nan replied. “Now you have the answer to what they always speculated about, what became of Child Six? Happy?”
Amedeo just stared at her agape. Apparently he had not expected her to just give him a straight answer.
3rd February 1978
Rome, Italy
Most girls would have been sorely disappointed by the gift that Nan had received on the day her family celebrated her birthday the prior June. She had no idea when her actual birthday was. The only one who might have known the date was the daughter of the monster who had held Nan’s mother prisoner and she had never shared that information. Her family had celebrated her birthday on the same as Nella’s shortly after they had adopted her, it had been a way to let her know that she belonged. Until they had done that for her, she’d had no idea what a birthday was. Her adopted mother had been afraid that she would find the party disappointing at a time when Nan was still having to get used to sleeping in a bed, so she had no expectations. Still though, Nan was thankful that Louis and Charlotte had made everything perfect.
Several years later during the celebration of Nella and Nan’s eighteenth birthday, Louis and Charlotte had given her nothing but a pair of sunglasses, Ray-Ban Aviators with polarized green lenes and polished gunmetal frame. For Nan, those sunglasses meant more than anything in the world. They implied her parent’s support for what she wanted to do with her life. A few months later, Nella had given her a custom-made Luftwaffe issue fight helmet. She was wearing both the helmet and sunglasses as she was flying into Rome Urbe Airport. The view out the front of the Kranich was commanding as followed the course of the River Tiber. She had seen the stepped arrangement preferred by British and American designers in similar aircraft, they had no idea what they were missing.
“You are cleared to land Hotel Juliette” Nan heard the Air Traffic Controller say through the headphones built into her helmet. He was referring to the Civil Registration of the Kranich when he said Hotel Juliette which was painted on the tail, D-CKHJ. She loved to hear them say that as they had guided her over the Alps that afternoon. The Kranich was not a small plane, the tower informed her that they expected it to make full use of the thousand-meter length of runway, as Nan descended she smiled as she throttled back the two Daimler-Benz Turboprop engines, pulled the levers that extended the leading-edge slats and the fowler flaps. The Kranich was flying directly into the wind, so it seemed to float as it settled onto the runway. The landing gear touched down softly and Nan hardly needed to roll out as she turned the plane off onto the taxiway. The tower scrambled to give her different directions to where she was supposed to park.
Shutting down the engines and setting the parking brakes, Nan ran down the checklist. Taking off her helmet, she enjoyed a moment of silence before leaving the Kranich through the forward hatch in the floor just behind the pilot’s seat. It was a sunny afternoon and compared to Berlin, where Nan had taken off from just a couple hours earlier, it was downright tropical.
By the time the car pulled up, she had tied the sleeves of her insulated coveralls around her waist.
“This is not at all what I was expecting” Amedeo Giovani, Prince of Naples, said as he got out of the car.
“When you invited me I warned you that I was coming on my terms” Nan said, “This is what that looks like.”
“Don’t you think you are a tad underdressed?” Amedeo asked, Nan knew that was an incredible understatement. The coveralls were an ugly grey and her hair was a mess from spending the last couple hours inside a helmet. Because she had needed to have the heat on north of the Alps, and glazed nose that cockpit of the Kranich was in looked like a greenhouse. It had also functioned like one once she was over Italy. So she probably smelled like she had been running laps. Finding someplace to take a shower and changing her clothes would probably be the first order of business.
“Do I need to remind you of our deal?” Nan asked in reply.
Amedeo frowned.
The deal was that if he didn’t comment about how she chose to live her life, she wouldn’t bring up his age. Amedeo was more than a decade older than she was, and that was something of a sore spot with him. Of course, Nan found him charming, and it was not as she had promised him anything. All she had done was come to Italy a few times to be seen in public with Amedeo. It was intended to keep his father off his back and Nan knew that she could never compete with the sea, which was the love of his life.
“We have another problem though” Amedeo said, “My father knew about you being the daughter of your former Kaiser, but he also learned that you were adopted.”
Nan just shrugged. “That is not a State secret” She said.
“But you being the only survivor of monstrous experiments carried out by a psychopath seems to be” Amedeo said, “Is any of that true?”
Nan had never had anyone outside her immediate family learn about that detail of her life. She was shocked to hear that Umberto II of Italy had seemed to have learned of it so quickly. At that moment she just realized that she was tired of hiding from her past.
“If you have seen one of those wretched documentaries about what happened on that farm, the kidnapped girls, corpses buried in the forest then you know the story” Nan replied. “Now you have the answer to what they always speculated about, what became of Child Six? Happy?”
Amedeo just stared at her agape. Apparently he had not expected her to just give him a straight answer.