Ăɍȼẗîȼ Posted November 28, 2009 Report Share Posted November 28, 2009 Prologue: On the eve of September 1, 1939, the German stormtroopers crossed into Poland. A new warfare style was invented, blitzkrieg, fast panzer units, coordinated attacks from air and land. Poland fell within two months. Behind the coordination was a machine, sending secret messages via radio to units, which could be quickly received, understood, and the orders in these messages carried out. The Enigma was a machine that revolutionized cryptography... ~~ Bletchley Park, 1940. "Where are you going, Allan?" "I'm going to a crossword competition, mom, don't worry! I'll be home before dark, I'm 17 now!" Alan was like any 17 year old kid in Britain, fled London due to the Blitz bombing of the German Luftwaffe. He had short, but smooth hair, athletic, and every day, paid respects to the local lord, Earl Bletchley. ~~ I've thought of everything, what could fit this description!!! Was Allan's thoughts after looking dismally at the page. What could "to duel with" mean that has 10 letters? He looked blankly on the page, time was ticking, only 17 minutes were alloted to finish a extremely difficult crossword. They weren't like the normal ones that Allan had done in newspapers. Allan tried to finish some other questions, but they were too difficult, what is a problem, and that had 6 letters? 6 letters? He racked his brains but nothing happened. That year at Cambridge University really didn't help... Time was still ticking. He had about 3 minutes left... He saw other people turn their papers in. Desperate, he would continue to think... "To duel with"... "To duel with"... To cross swords! That's it! A problem... A problem... A problem... An enigma! He finished the remainder and handed it in, on the very last minute possible. He handed his sheet in and the man shot him a glance. He then said with a cold, stony voice, "Please take a seat." Allan was... scared, he didn't know what that man had wanted. Two guards came in, armed. "Please. Point the gun to his head." continued the man, with a cold, stony voice, it didn't exactly echo. The guard did so, and Allan's heartbeat was throbbing. What had he done wrong? "Tell me, why did you kill 16 Jews aboard the boat from Germany?", said the man, voice unchanging. "I don't know sir, what you are talking about, sir.", replied Allan in a shaky tone. "You don't know anything. You will not tell anyone about our conversation right now." "Okay...", said Allan, still trembling. "Bletchley Park is the place where German codes are broken. We are a group of people who are part of the Secret Service. We tap into German radio communications and break their codes. We hire the best chess players, crossword solvers, etc. Would you like to join us?" Slightly relieved, Allan said "yes..." "Now, if you betray us, you have killed 16 Jews aboard a boat from Germany..." "Okay..." ~End of Prologue~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rustyowl Posted November 28, 2009 Report Share Posted November 28, 2009 Hm... I suppose it is fine for a prolouge, however, I recommend making the next chapter a little longer. The writing seems off at bits, but I read your signature and completely understands the blind eye problem. You set up a conflict that has potential here, which is nice. I seems this will have connections with what really happened in history, which is good to read for once. I'll give you props for actually writing a story that isn't a fanfic. I will wait eagerly for more. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ăɍȼẗîȼ Posted November 28, 2009 Author Report Share Posted November 28, 2009 The only difference (compared to history so far is Alan is 27, rather than 17). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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