Free The Blood Flag by James W. Huston Page A

to the gleaming white machine. Köhler pressed the button for the small espresso cup and then did one for me. He put sugar in his and offered me some, which I declined. We took our cups to the table and pushed our larger coffee cups aside. He drank half his espresso in his first sip.
    â€œOkay. That’s the question. He is much more difficult to observe now that he is in his castle. And he has put up such security that we can’t even get close to observe. We are left to watch the people going in and out of one of the three gates. Often times, they come in black-windowed cars, which we trace. But they are almost always cars for hire. Sometimes people arrive on motorcycles with fraudulent license plates, or even buses. But we understand he is establishing a headquarters for a new movement, which some call the Azi Party. Legal, but so close as to be an insult. Likewise, he has apparently devised a symbol. He has taken what is missing from the Azi party, the
N
s and put two of them, one across each other in the middle of a red and black flag. It is not a swastika, but it is remarkably close. Everyone immediately recognizes it, I am told. I have not seen one of his flags yet. Apparently, all of this is being formed in secret. We can only guess that he intends to reveal this at some point.”
    â€œAnd when is that to be?”
    â€œWe think soon. That is why your visit is of note. What is it that you have learned?”
    â€œWe have a confidential informant in the Southern Volk.”
    Köhler nodded. “I have heard this. You know what the word Volk means?”
    â€œSure. Folk. People.”
    â€œYes. But it is a little more than that. It is the common man. The everyday person. You may not know for example that the car, the Volkswagen, was given its name by Hitler himself. That was called the people’s wagon. The Volkswagen.”
    â€œSeriously?”
    â€œIt is not commonly spoken of, but it is true. It was started in World War II, at the direction of Hitler himself, to produce a cheap car for the common person. But go on.”
    â€œWell, after I had my little experience in Recklinghausen, I had decided to try to do something about this growing neo-Nazi movement. I don’t really know if I’ll be able to do anything, but I am sure as hell determined to try. I met with Karl, who you have been working with in Washington.”
    Köhler nodded.
    â€œI met this CI with him. Eidhalt actually went to visit his organization in South Carolina. In person. He said it is time for unification. All to wear the same uniforms, to have the same philosophy, and to achieve the same objective—to take over their country’s governments, peaceably if possible, and through violence if not. But here is the key. He said there would be a meeting here in Germany on November 9th, and he would only invite those who had done something to show they were deserving. He has promised that those who are invited will be part of the new movement. The leaders.”
    â€œWe have not heard this.” He looked around like he was expecting someone else. He turned back. “What do they have to do to get invited?”
    â€œEidhalt didn’t say. They have to show they
deserve
it. He left it up to them. Our CI thinks some other groups may try something really dramatic, like blowing up a federal building or having an anti-immigration raid in a worker’s camp in California or Arizona. But I think he’s looking for something smarter. In any case, I told our informant that I would come up with something that would get him invited.”
    â€œHow do you propose to do that?”
    â€œI don’t know. First, I have to come up with the idea. Then I have to see how I fit. Because together, you and me, we’re going to bring all these men down.”
    Köhler’s eyes widened. “How? And if they’re doing nothing illegal?”
    â€œOh, they’ll be doing something illegal. I