The Germans: An Agent's History in The FBI

The Germans: An Agent’s History in The FBI 

Author’s Note: I came up with this story idea a couple of years ago and I decided to begin on it again. I hope you enjoy. 

I can’t say my real name. Director Hoover had asked me not to talk about this but since I am now retired from the FBI, I must say that my experiences are experiences that the FBI refuse to acknowledge. They say that Nazis weren’t here in the US when it was true that they were here. The FBI doesn’t tell anyone anything the people want to know, unless it’s something for a big huge murder case. They don’t even tell people what really happened to Martin Luther King, Jr. Old Edgar was always a sucker for privacy which would occasionally work in our favor. He probably would kill me if I told this story but the old b*****d is dead now, so he can’t intimidate us. To be honest I never liked working for him. He had an intimidating presence about him that you couldn’t elude. He demanded respect and occasionally we had to give it to him. You could say whatever you wanted about him but when he was around, it was respect or you would get fired and blacklisted and probably blackmailed. Old Edgar was a ruthless one. He didn’t have many friends, except for that lap dog of his Tolson and that secretary he had with him. There was a huge uproar after his death, people were saying he was gay, people were saying he cross dressed, and the most rumors I heard is that he had a secret file or files that he kept with him. I do remember that he had an old cabinet with a lock on it and we weren’t allowed to go near it or we’d feel Hoover’s wrath. After old Edgar’s death, the rumors began to flow, of course in their usual fashion Tolson and Grandy, the secretary, denied all of the rumors. I can’t use my real name as I’ve said before. Call me John Miller. 

I remember being 26 in 1942, it was in October and I had joined the Bureau two years earlier. We had been in the war for almost a year when I got a call from my boss. His name was Mr. Smith. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy, no funny business with this man. He always took his job seriously 100% of the time. Mr. Smith had called me in to tell me about a new mission for me as I was a field agent at the time. I walked in to his office and he then looked at me in a sketchy tone, as if I had done something. I can’t tell you all of what we said to each other so I’ll paraphrase what we said. 

“ I have a new mission for you. “ Mr. Smith said, sitting at his desk “ please, have a seat. “ 

I took a seat and then I waited for my instructions. 

“ well, it seems that we have a large crisis at hand. “ Mr. Smith said “ Director Hoover wants to deny that there are Nazis in the States but I say otherwise. He has authorized me to ask of your assistance in this case, but to never speak of it. “ 

I nodded my head in agreement. 

“ John, I trust you with this. Don’t fail me on this. “ Mr. Smith said 

“ alright. “ I said “ who are the suspects? “ 

Mr. Smith showed me a file with pictures of the suspects in it. 

“ The first one is Heinz Gruber, second suspect is Dr. Albert Von Webber, and the third is Johann Hirsch. They all live in The Bronx. Again, Director Hoover says to keep this on the low. We don’t want the papers knowing that there may be Nazis out here in New York. “ 

I nodded

“ If you get compromised or killed, we have full deniability over you and this conversation never happened. “ Mr. Smith said 

“ Usual FBI fashion. “ I thought to myself as Mr. Smith shook my hand. 

I left the building to await further instructions. 

That night, I remember I was in my room, waiting for Mr. Smith to give me instructions. I waited for about two hours at my home for instructions from Mr. Smith. I finally got a call and I answered the phone. 

“ hello. “ I said 

“ We have arrangements for you to attend to. We have another agent that you can stay with. Kate Marrow, she lives at Bartow Avenue. “ 

They gave me exactly where she lived and of course I was driven there. It was New York City, you take taxis everywhere, even back then. I was dropped off near where she lived and I walked towards her house. I saw couples walk around, holding hands,  and I saw people smoking as I walked towards Kate’s house. I was hurt seeing all the couples walking around. When I got to Kate’s house. She answered the door. She was very pretty. She had brunette hair with green eyes. 

“ Mr. Miller. “ she said, uncomfortable by my staring 

I blushed “ please ma’am call me John. “ 

“ Alright then you can call me Kate. “ she said 

“ Well that was quick. “ I thought 

I walked inside and saw that she had a couch, a smaller radio system, and about three rooms. 

“ you’ll be sleeping here. “ she said, pointing at the couch

I looked at her puzzled but said “ ok. “ 

I went over to sit down on the couch. She did have very small rooms in her home. 

“ did he already tell you what you need to know? “ Kate asked 

“ yes. “ I said 

I then laid down and pulled the cover on me. Kate looked at me and decided to go to sleep, as it was pretty late. I was a deep sleeper so it didn’t bother me if she closed or opened the door. 

I got up earlier than I usually did the next morning. Kate made some coffee and breakfast and I went to get some. 

“ so are we to check out the suspects? “ she asked 

“ yeah. “ I said 

Kate and I traveled to The Bronx and found where the butcher Heinz lived. The man literally lived in his butcher shop. He looked as if he could’ve been the spy we were looking for. According to his background, he was a World War I veteran. I doubt that he was though as Heinz was older and the Nazis had no use for him. We walked to his shop and saw him chopping his meat. 

“ Hello, Mr. Gruber, I’m Agent John Miller, this is my partner Agent Kate Marrow, we’re here to ask you some questions. “ I said 

Heinz was a gruff, but pleasant man he said “ of course. “ 

He had a younger woman, whom I had assumed to be his daughter, take his place and we went to a smaller room in the back. 

“ what seems to be the problem? “ he asked, with a tone of accent 

“ we have reason to believe that you may be working with Nazis, we have more suspects, but we needed your information. “ I said 

Heinz looked at us in disbelief and said “ Me? A Nazi? Never. “ 

“ Are you sure? “ I asked   

“ yes. “ Heinz said 

I was confused, as Smith said that he was implicated. I decided to call him. I didn’t remember why we were on the mission. Mr. Smith didn’t tell me the exact mission and if I gave you details of all he told me then I guarantee that I would be branded a traitor or killed. But I decided to call for the exact reason that we were here. 

“ hello. “ he answered 

“ Hello, Mr. Smith, we talked to Gruber. He denied that he was affiliated with Nazis. I need some more information. “ 

Mr. Smith sounded hesitant but he said “ ok, I know it was a bit abrupt but I’ll say it. One of our agents was killed a couple weeks ago. All three of the men I showed you had their fingerprints on the scene. We used the novel technique and we found them. The agent was on a trail for any Nazi cells in the States when he was killed. So we asked you to track them. You’re a fine agent so I thought that you could track them. “ 

I then understood where the dots were connected, I remembered that an agent got killed a few weeks back but the FBI didn’t want to investigate, to everyone’s surprise. They all made sense. 

“ Ok. “ I said 

I then hung up and then told Kate of the situation. 

“ what now? “ she asked 

“ I think we would get better information from Hirsch. “ I said 

I remember that when we went to Hirsch’s place. I had a feeling something bad was to happen. We walked up to him, he was conversing with a friend of his. 

“ Mr. Hirsch. “ I said 

Hirsch turned around and saw us. Just as he did, he turned pale white and then began to run. 

“ Stop! “ Kate shouted 

We chased him, the kid was so fast and skilled that I thought that he used to be an acrobat. He moved pacefully as Kate and I went in pursuit of him. Kate got ahead of me as we managed to corner him in an abandoned building. When I turned by a building I saw that he had Kate at gunpoint. I grabbed my own gun and pointed it at him. He looked nervous. 

“ put the gun down. “ I ordered 

“ stop fricking with me. “ he said “ he said it would happen, I won’t rat I swear. “ 

“ Who? Who said it would happen? “ 

“ just stay away from me. “ he said 

I pointed my gun at him “ don’t make me do this. “ I said, pleading

He didn’t listen, he kept his gun pointed at her. She stabbed him in the leg, he was distracted long enough for me to fatally shoot him. He fell to the ground. I ran over to see him. 

“ I’m sorry Kayla. “ he said 

“ what? “ I said 

“ Kayla… “ he said 

He then died. 

I walked over and saw that Kate was shivering in fear. I went over and comforted her. 

“ I could’ve died. “ she said “ thank you. “ 

As I hugged her I said “ your welcome. “ 

We walked back and reported to Mr. Smith that Hirsch was dead. He was disappointed but told us to continue with the assignment. So we did. 

We walked to Dr. Von Webber’s office. He smoked constantly and the smell of nicotine plagued the room. We walked to his office and asked him the questions. Of course, he denied everything that we asked him. He did tell us that he got meat from Heinz and that Kayla was Heinz’s daughter. It made me suspicious as Dr. Von Webber told us. As I wondered how he knew all of this information. But Kate and I decided to investigate Heinz again. 

We took a cab back to the butcher shop. We walked in and then checked in the room where we saw Heinz, gun in hand, glaring at us. 

“ You talked to Albert, eh? Thought you would. He’s a man of his word. Had the man who loved my daughter murdered. “ he said, in a reminiscing way

Right then, he was abruptly shot dead. Dr, Von Webber walked in with a gun. 

“ and now you’re dead. “ he said, walking in 

We both looked at him. Horrified. He walked calmly over and pointed his weapon at us. 

“ so it was you. “ Kate said 

“ yes. “ he said “ It was I “ 

He had a vulgar smile on his face. 

“ Well my mission is compromised. “ he said, morely disappointed for a lack of a better word. 

Right then, he put the gun to his head and then pulled the trigger. Kate and I looked on with horror. Processing what had just happened. 

We ended up back at Kate’s house, rather confused by what happened. We told Mr. Smith what happened. I quit the FBI not long afterwards. I realized that Hoover had covered up the incident. I grew disillusioned with the FBI and I eventually left. I hadn’t told a living soul about this mission until now. What I’m telling you is supposed to be kept under wraps but since old Edgar’s dead. I guess that I can tell you all of what happened. I must keep my identity secret and this secret but I will give it to you for safekeeping. 

Author’s Note: I know this isn’t my best written piece but I tried, this was an old story idea, I may rewrite it and I was very tired when I wrote a lot of it. I am sorry if it is a bit bad, or least not one of my better stories. I will post more soon. 

Author's Note

This is an old story I made when I was like 10. I hate this story as well. Maybe you will too.