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After half an hour he packed up his gear and drove back to the farm. A

refreshing cup of tea and a pair of biscuits would do well. Then he would rest and
wait for Dieter to come back with two new sets of photographs from last week's

work.

His hands were shaking. Way more than usual. The first day Uno met
Herman Osten was when Osten decided to suddenly appear on the farm without

further notice. He explained that they had enemies to fight, a war to win and no

time to waste..
Neither he nor the SS's supreme operator in Bavaria, Major General Bernard

Ferst, wanted to interfere with Uno’s problem solving. All they needed were the
catalogs with detailed lists and photographs once a month.

"You are on the Russian mission from now on. You’re the specialist. My secretary

will make sure that you have all the means you need. All contact goes through
him. You won’t be needing me, and you should be glad," Osten said, leaving the

farm as quickly as he had arrived.

You wouldn’t call dealing with the photo merchant painless., They needed
to find somebody with the right skill to help produce the pictures. Uno drove

from town to town in the area to find a shop that was inconspicuous, and he
dared to entrust the work to.

One Saturday morning he arrived to Augsburg, parked the car and strolled

through the medieval city's cobbled streets to find a place that served tea. As he
took his eyes off a pair of beautiful towers that stretched over the rooftops, he

spotted a sign attached on a bicycle stand in a small street. “Martzen's photo” it

read.
From the outside the cellar shop looked quite modest. Shutters coming down the

little shop window, and it were a step below the street level. A little bashful

photo dealer 20 kilometers from the farm.
"Hello. Hello."

The third time Uno knocked in the counter; he could hear the trailing footsteps

inside the back room. An elderly man with thin hair, collapsed shoulders and a
sad expression in his eyes appeared.

With a whistling voice, the shop owner asked what he could do for him, as he
straightened his black braces. Then he wiped his glasses off in a short vest and