Saturday June 13th 1943, 3.47 GMT, Lunar Mine S4D, The Daedalus Crater, the Far side of the Moon.
Mining the moon was going exceptionally well, the lunar rock was proving easy to hew and it was full of valuable precious minerals like diamonds, bauxite and nickel.
“Do you know? This small insignificant satellite will win us the war Jahnke!" said Herr Krater, surveying the sub lunar activity with great pride, “They don’t have a clue how we are able to meet the challenges of almost the entire world because they don’t know our secret. They don’t even know that we’re even up here on the moon. Pathetic idiots!”
“This is so true,” replied Herr Krater’s trusty sidekick.
“Argh!” screamed a miner from the rock face far below, “Argh!" he screamed again.
Jahnke’s radio crackled to life, “Professor Jahnke Schmidt is dead." The voice was panicky and scared, “Something killed him!"
“Repeat what you just said man!" shouted the professor into his radio.
“Something killed Schmidt! Oh no, no, no, argh!!!!!!”
“What the? Hello! Hello! Operative come in!" called Jahnke who turned to Krater, “It’s happening again Sir!”
“Nonsense!” replied Krater, “It’s probably just another lunar accident that’s all!”
“But you heard the man!”
“I heard nothing of the sort!”
“Herr Sturmbannfuhrer! I suggest we evacuate this site immediately until it can be made safe and the dragons contained!” pleaded Jahnke to his commander.
“Request denied," replied Krater coldly, waiving his hand dismissively and walking back to his Earth bound shuttle, “seal this mine up, gather the operation up and move to another site elsewhere on the dark side of the moon. We have no time to waste! There’s a war to be won man.”