North Reich by Robert Conroy

Their desire was to bully and lord it over those other Canadians who considered them scum and trash at best, which, in Neumann's opinion, they were.
           One plays the cards one is dealt, Neumann thought and then laughed bitterly.   He'd been dealt a bunch of jokers.   The Munro brothers, Wally, Jed, and Paul, were the best of a bad lot and he thought that the total combined intellects of the three of them were about equal to one normal human.   They seemed to live for the opportunity to abuse and assault other people, and robbery was like taking candy to them.   There were rumors of their involvement in rapes, which did not surprise Neumann.
           The Toronto based Gestapo had offices in the city's downtown, but the hub of their activities was an isolated farm ten miles to the north of the city.   Neumann envisioned it as a place where people could be brought, imprisoned, and interrogated without neighbors complaining about the screams.   So far, he'd only had the opportunity to use it a few times and with mixed results.   He had hoped to be able to use locals for rough interrogations, but people like the Munro brothers were far more concerned with beating people than with extracting information.   Neumann thought that torture for its own sake was not effective, although he admitted it could be satisfying.   Torturing women was something he and the Munros found especially pleasant.  
           Neumann decided to discuss details of the task at hand only with Wally Munro, the best of a bad lot.
           "Mr. Munro, do you understand why you are being sent south to do this?"
           "Sure.   You don't want to get caught."
           Arrogant little shit, Neumann thought.   "Close enough.   If something should happen, it would be far better if the someone caught is not a German.   Diplomatic immunity can only carry so far.   Now, what are you to do?"
           Wally Munro was short, stocky, and in his early twenties.   He was irked by the question.   "We've been over this, Mr. Neumann."
           "Humor me."
           "Simple.   We are to intercept the car, shoot the people, and then make it look like a robbery by taking everything of value.   But most of all, we are to take that pouch."
           Good, Neumann thought.   By taking wallets and money along with the pouch, it might make the Washington police, along with the American military, think that it had been just a particularly violent robbery.   While he was not totally confident that the charade would provide cover for very long, it might last long enough.   And if one of the Munros should get caught, or better, killed, there would be nothing to link them back to him.
           "And if one of you is caught?"
           "We are to sit tight in jail until someone bails us out and then we disappear.   Our phony ID says we're from Virginia, so they won't worry too much about us flying back to Canada."
           "And if one of you is killed?"
           "Then we take as many of the fuckers with us as we can.   Oh yeah, if we can find out who was responsible, we'll make them wish they'd never been born."
           Neumann thought Munro had contradicted himself, but chose to keep quiet.   The Munro's were expendable, but if they could provide information as to what was going on at that new facility near Washington, they could prove priceless.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Alicia Cutter groaned and grasped her abdomen.   It was her time of the month and the cramps seemed especially painful.   Each month seemed more painful than the last.   Maybe growing old wasn't such a curse.   A couple of her friends laughingly suggested she get pregnant and solve the problem, at least for a while.   Of course she’d create a new problem for maybe twenty years along with her periods when they resumed.
           She signed for the pouch from the WAC captain who understood Alicia's unpleasant