secret german storage facility, 31 january, 1945.

“commander, we have gotten an order that we cannot decode with enigma.”

“ah, then I guess it is an order directly from berlin. i probably need that little other machine to read it.”

“yes commander. here is a print out of the transmission.”

ct2v qev smpu49 4q83k 81 dcvcl m5k4ff cs 1rvz, 1oar2uq7 x0bf. mvqg pt yo3d2v o8 zfcv3 cqqo 9 39l3byo6.
qqd6 edc2q4.

the commander walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a drawer. inside it were a strange kind of typewriter and a small book.

he muttered to himself as he with great effort moved the heavy piece from the drawer to his desk and sat down in his chair to open up the book at the desired page, the keys. his eyes read the long keys, one by one, as his fingers turned the wheels to match, and shook his head and thought words that are not supposed to be recorded in text. so let’s just say that he was not very pleased with this obscure way of communicating, especially not when they had the marvelous enigma.

the keys he entered:

key 1: qzuw8to7rhnelkc2934d0pyb6j5x1vsaigmf

key 2: sedoytfag3mhj1vzp4lqb879w2kc50xn6iru

key 3: 96rmg8yx3dzeiqt0hp5co2lv7a4ujb1fwksn

key 4: v2d8lsw3j1yqx5r47ouptzaiekhm90bncfg6