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Re: Operation Rod of Iron: AU fic
« Reply #195 on: October 22, 2018, 11:09:16 PM »
Another "fun" thing about the model t ford the fuel tank is under the drivers seat the fuel to the engine is gravity fed. If you are going up a big steep hill fuel won't flow to the engine and it will quit running.

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« Reply #196 on: November 06, 2018, 04:30:23 PM »
google search and you will find part of TM 31-210 The improvised Munitions Handbook online. For those who like to make homemade bombs and firearms. Which are both dangerous and against the law.

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« Reply #197 on: November 07, 2018, 05:32:39 PM »
Yet they put this stuff online.
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« Reply #198 on: December 02, 2018, 04:23:38 PM »
from the Doug Smith Rasputin book the Okharana recorded the following numbers of Moscow license plates 1598, 727, 890 Looks like there weren't too many cars in Moscow at this time 1915.

Some good things about the Model T Ford high wheel base so it could travel over badly rutted roads of the period. Also it was light enough so if one got stuck or broke down it could be towed by a team of horses ect or pushed by people.

On the improvised munitions handbook I have seen it for sale in army surplus shops and a Hastings bookstore. Most of the info has been around for decades.

bomb making in the early 1900s in the US chemistry books had info on how to make explosives. Some Russian revolutionaries learned how to make explosives from French chemistry books. At least two managed to blow themselves up while trying to make explosives.

homemade firearms
I have read that in the decades of the 19502-1970s in the US some big city police departments every year confiscated large numbers of home made firearms or zip guns. Darra Pakistan was and may be still is the center of the firearms trade in the Pakistan Afganistan region . The city has more gun stores than any other city on earth. There the locals make their own firearms with hand tools you can buy in any hardware store in the US. Some firearms are so good a copy that they are hard to tell from the originals.

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Re: Operation Rod of Iron: AU fic
« Reply #199 on: December 07, 2018, 05:28:30 PM »
Hopefully, this story will start again before long.
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« Reply #200 on: December 08, 2018, 03:38:31 PM »
Probably I'll start writing again after next week.
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« Reply #201 on: December 10, 2018, 12:00:20 PM »
Excellent!
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« Reply #202 on: December 14, 2018, 01:59:21 PM »
Ok, apologies for the long hiatus, but RL is finally easing up and I've started writing again, so expect something soon.
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« Reply #203 on: Yesterday at 11:35:58 AM »
Right you are!
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« Reply #204 on: Today at 12:30:15 AM »
November 28, 1938

   The red Opel P4 with the dented front bumper hurtled down Reichstrasse 12 on its way to Vienna.  The driver was alone in the vehicle. He stopped twice, to buy food from a vending machine and gas from a pump. Five hours later, his surveillance tail almost lost him in the swirling rush-hour traffic of a Vienna afternoon.  On Czerningasse the trackers watched the P4 with the Austrian license plates, IL- 686Y, make a sudden left  turn. The driver of the surveillance car floored the accelerator and caught a glimpse of the Opel as it crossed through an archway into a carpark.  A quick look at the sign by the entrance explained the unexpected move: the carpark belonged to the Hotel Nordbahn, an old, quiet, quality establishment in the heart of the Leopoldstadt district, with eighty-one rooms and suites.  The visitor walked back through arch, turned right onto Mayergasse, and walked around the block to the hotel entrance on Praterstraße.  He registered, paid cash, and went straight up to room 36 with a small suitcase in his hand.
   The hotel guest was Rudolf Lacher, a mustached, handsome forty-five-year-old Austrian who had driven from his home in the small town of Steinach am Brenner, where he had been living a quiet bourgeois existence.  He had stayed at the Nordbahn before and favored it.
   Lacher was drained from the drive—he had covered the three-hundred-mile journey in four hours flat.  He made plans to go out to dinner.  He showered and got dressed.
   Aleksei Smirnov, the head of the Russian All-Military Union’s Intelligence Service, received a brief message in the operation’s war room, located in a safe house in the Margareten district of Vienna: “He’s in the Nordbahn.  We’re getting ready.”   Smirnov leaned back in his chair. The operation was in high gear.  Smirnov, in his early fifties, had run the Intelligence Service for the past three years, and was well acquainted with undercover operations. He had served for six years as commander of the Intelligence Service’s Novgorod unit, which was charged with special operations and with running undercover Intelligence Service combatants in enemy territory. He was in Vienna on a borrowed identity: a different name was on the passport in the pocket of his striped blazer.  None of his peers in the Gestapo, or any other branch of the Nazi intelligence services, knew he was in the country. His gut told him the mission would go well. He had complete confidence in the professionalism of Novgorod’s combatants.
   Andrei K, Novgorod’s intelligence collection officer, placed the thirty-by-forty-centimeter pictures of the facade of the Hotel Nordbahn on a table in another room in the Intelligence Service safe house. The new pictures had been shot from a variety of angles and included the streets surrounding the hotel. The surveillance team had taken them as soon as Lacher checked in.  The operational plans, drawn up in advance by Novgorod officers, took a number of hotels into consideration, primarily the Hotel Imperial, an elegant hotel situated on the Ringstraße—but not the Nordbahn. Lacher’s unexpected choice forced them to revise their plans accordingly. The work was done quickly and efficiently. In less than an hour a new plan was brought before Smirnov. Time was tight, and Smirnov, never garrulous under even the most relaxed circumstances, kept it brief. He asked Novgorod’s commander and the head of the assassination squad a few questions about the operation. He honed a few key points, and then, satisfied, approved the mission.
   
   The surveillance team had followed Lacher for three days.  Indeed, it was the Intelligence Service who had caused Lacher to come to Vienna in the first place.  Steinach had a population of about two thousand, so assassinating Lacher there was out of the question; the presence of outsiders in a small town would be noticed in the aftermath of a murder.  That had been one of the lessons of the Gus-Khrustalny affair.  Therefore a plan was needed to lure Lacher to a big city where strangers would be less conspicuous. 
   Lacher’s most precious possession was his Opel.  There was only one mechanic in Steinach, and he was not a specialty mechanic.  It was therefore that four days previously, a large car had made its way into Steinach during the night and deliberately sideswiped the Opel as it lay parked outside Lacher’s home.  The collision severely dented the front bumper and created a crack in the grille.  The next morning, Lacher had taken the car to the local mechanic, who had informed him there was no choice but to replace the entire front bumper.  This would have to be done by a specialized garage, and the Steinach mechanic recommended a place in Vienna.  So Lacher made an appointment with the Vienna garage and sprinted there two days later, with the surveillance team on his tail.
The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.

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Re: Operation Rod of Iron: AU fic
« Reply #205 on: Today at 12:01:08 PM »
Nice to see this story start up again.
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