Berlin, March 1943. Poor Ahle is dead - they called it suicide, and closed the file before the photographs of the body had dried. Any further enquiries on the matter are to be directed to Gestapo, so of course there will be no further enquiries. The men of the Lie Division mourn their dead colleague. He wasn't an easy man to know, but he didn't deserve to die like that, not after serving his time at the Front and taking wounds for his country...