Hey, history lovers. I'm Mike Rosenwald with Retropod, a show about the past rediscovered.

Let me introduce you to a stone cold assassin. Her name was Freddie Overstejan. She had long,

dark hair, which she typically wore in braids.

A girl next door look that made her less suspicious to her enemy.

The Nazis.

One minute, she was seducing them.

The next, she'd pull a gun from her bicycle basket and execute them.

In the annals of the Nazi resistance, there were a few others quite like Freddie,

who passed away in early September a day shy of her 93rd birthday.

Among those she worked with were her older sister, Truis.

Another was a law student with fiery red hair.

Taking up arms against Nazi occupiers and Dutch traders on the outskirts of Amsterdam, they sabotaged bridges and rail lines with dynamite. They shot Nazis while riding their bikes.

They donned disguises to smuggle Jewish children out of concentration camps.

Freddie, she was at her best seducing targets in taverns or bars.

She'd invite them for a stroll in the forest, and then, in her words, she liquidated them.

We had to do it, she once said.

It was a necessary evil killing those who betrayed the good people.

When asked how many people she had killed or helped kill, she replied, one should not ask a soldier any of that.

Freddie Nanda Oversegian was born in the Dutch village of Choughton in 1925.

Her parents divorced when she was a child,

and she and her sister were raised primarily by their mother, a communist who instilled in them a sense of social responsibility. Though they were

poor and slept on makeshift mattresses, the girls made dolls for children suffering in the Spanish

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