This story is based on the Wonder Woman TV series. It is set during World
War II and is my reworking of the episode called "Fausta "
Munich Germany, 1942
Ulricke Siegler looked up at the building and swallowed hard. There is was,
Bavarian Headquarters for the Ministry of Health. Shifting her bag on her
shoulder, she went in. At the front desk, she presented the nurse with the
letter she carried and waited… and waited… and waited.
"Excuse me," she said shyly, " but I was wondering if you could help me."
The nurse didn't even look up. " Do you have an appointment?"
Yes I do. 10:00 to see Dr. von Schreck."
At this, the nurse's head snapped up, her eyes wide in fear.
"Did you say Dr. von Schreck?"
" Third floor, room 323."
" Thank you."
As Ulricke turned away, she heard the nurse say, " You have my
Now what did that mean? She thought to herself as she stepped into the
Room 323 was easy enough to find, so she pushed the door open and
entered. It looked like any other science lab she had seen, long tables,
racks of chemicals, bunsen burners. She had expected to find a bookish
looking man with thick glasses and a white lab coat, but the man she saw
was nothing like that. He was dressed in a style more 1790's than 1940's,
with a black waistcoat, black trousers tucked into riding boots, and a
gleaming white shirt with lace at the wrists and throat. He even had a
Vandyke beard and longish black hair tied back with a black silk ribbon.
He sat on a stool with his back to the door, gazing intently into a
microscope and writing in a notebook.
She watched him for a few minutes, then gathered up her courage and
walked up to him.
" Doctor von Schre-."
The man whipped around. " SHUT UP YOU STUPID COW, I'M TRYING TO WORK!"
Ulricke nearly fell over a table trying to escape.
" Oh, I'm terribly sorry." She fumbled for her bag and turned to
" No!" the doctor ordered. Ulricke froze in her tracks. " You
obviosly believe that whatever reason you are here is important enough to
interupt my experiments. You will see this through." He leaned forward and
pointed a finger at her. "And if I don't think this is important, I will
make you wish for total oblivion."
He waited for a moment, glaring at her.
Now Ulricke remembered she could move. She picked her letter up off the
floor and nervously handed it to him. He screwed a monocle into his eye and
read it impassively.
" So, you're here for the special project?"
" Yyyyessir." She stammered.
He looked at her under his eyebrows, " And I presume you have appropriate
clothing in that bag?"
" Yes sir."
" Good . Get changed and meet me in the gymnasium."
" Yes sir."
Dr. von Schreck turned back to his microscope. Ulricke started to leave
" Herr Doctor, why am I here?"
Von Schreck kept looking into the microscope. " You are here because I
asked you to come. I sent out word what I was looking for and your League
of German Girls chapter leader recommended you."
" Recommended me for what?"
"When I am convinced you are suitable, then I will tell you. Now get
A few minutes later Ulricke, now dressed in her gym suit, entered the
gymnasuim. She found Dr. von Schreck, now fully decked out in a black
kneelength coat and leather gloves, sitting at a desk in one corner,
talking to a Luftwaffe sergent. When he saw her he picked up a manila
folder and opened it.
" Ah, Fraulein Siegler, I was just going over your file. Ulricke
Margarethe Siegler, born Wasserstein, Bavaria 8th October, 1923, height;
1.78 meters, weight; 63 kilos, et cetera, et cetera, member of your prep
school track team for the 1500 and 5000 meters, regional swimming champion,
800 meter freestyle. " he closed the folder and dropped it back on the
desk. " Very athletic."
Ulricke blushed. " Thank you. I also do some gymnastics."
Von Schreck cocked an eyebrow. " At your size?"
" Not competetively. I only do it to keep limber."
" Please demonstrate."
Ulricke promptly bent over and wrapped her arms around her ankles, then
stood back up and brought her leg up to her ear. Von Schreck leaned back in
his chair, touched his fingertios together, and glanced at the sergent, who
looked quite impressed.
" Well," the sergent said, " that should help."
Ulricke looked from one to the other. " Help with what?"
Von Schreck picked up an ebony walking stick, levered himself out of
his chair, and limped around the desk until he stood face to face with her.
" Why with your combat training. Sergent Schwartzenburg is a hand to
hand instructor for General Student's Paratroopers." He tapped her on the
chest with his stick. " You are about to become Germany's newest secret