The battle for Berlin began in April with the separate Soviet armies of Marshal Shukov and Marshal Konev racing to be first to take the Reichchancellery, where Hitler was trapped. The Germans fought fiercely. Some were teenagers handed a rifle for the first time, but the mass armies of the Russians who were seeking revenge for the invasion of their homeland outnumbered them.
Weiss landed in the pockmarked garden of the Reichstag. He could make out the battered building through spaces in the thick smoke. Fighting was taking place inside–the Germans proving to be stiffer resistance than the Russians had expected. Although the Red Flag hung from a first-floor window, the Nazis still held the basement and the upper floors.
There were figures standing around a bunker entrance so Weiss decided the easiest way in was down. He spun at great speed, and then he drilled through several metres of earth in the direction where his intuition told him Hitler was. Encountering concrete Weiss willed his atoms to disassemble and flow through the spaces between the atoms of the bunker roof.
Weiss appeared in front of a shocked Hitler; his atoms assembling again after their journey.
“You!” the Fuhrer shouted.
“Yes me.”
“You’ve come to gloat?”
“No.”
“These inferiors were not worthy of me!” Hitler shouted with fury in his eyes as he paced around his private study.
Weiss saw the body of a woman sitting on a settee in the corner of the room. He realised it was Eva Braun, and he noted the acrid odour of cyanide in the atmosphere.
“No Adolf, it was you who were not worthy of them. Why did you listen to fools and impostors who claimed to be what they were not? Why did you stop coming to my meetings and hear the truth? I am the real thing; you have seen what I can do. Look at me, do I appear any older from when we first met in Belgium thirty years ago?”
Hitler gazed at him with acknowledgement in his eyes. “I’m sorry my Lord I have been a fool, I have had my eyes blinded and my mind poisoned by, as you say, those fools. What happens now?”
Weiss saw before him a man who was a shadow of his former self; a man who looked drawn and tired. “You carry on with what you planned.”
“So, you are not to be my saviour?”
Weiss emitted a snort of laughter. “I told you before; I am here for your soul. I want you to rejoin us.” With that Hitler took a pistol from his jacket pocket and raised it to his forehead–his hand shaking.
“I can’t do it my lord will you…?”
This man who had ordered the murder of many and caused the deaths of millions couldn’t pull the trigger on himself, Weiss thought. He looked into the Fuhrer’s eyes and said, with blazing red eyes, “you will follow me!” He then took the pistol; seated Hitler next to Eva Braun and shot him in the forehead. He dropped the gun next to the Nazi’s open hand and left the way he entered.