17-02-2020, 02:16 AM
"For me, for you, for San Finzione; show them that time has proven them to be as wrong now as they were then. Thank you."
The numbers displayed on the screen as the green lights turned off, telling Maria that she was clear. She removed her microphone and returned to her work, glancing at the office telephone on her desk.
As she expected, although they were not listed in the announcement, lines to the castle were also lighting up.
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"Perhaps that WAS the Contessa they should have killed!" Heinrich Dietz said, hurling the remote through the TV screen this time. The last remaining men jumped.
"I am fucked." He said, getting up from his seat. "You are all fucked as well, but this is of less consequence to ME! In Charge of These Last Two Idiots!" He called, shouting Dumbkopf's new name and promotion.
He ran up to him. Less of a spring in his step, now that he was seeing that perhaps Dietz wasn't the brilliant criminal genius he'd been led to believe on white power forums. He'd begun to question it around the fourth or fifth other member of the team Dietz casually sacrificed.
"Yes, sir?" He replied. There was less fear in it after seeing his plans fail repeatedly. Who was Dietz going to shoot him to impress now? The last two guys he didn't like or dislike enough to give names?
"You had one more hiding place, you said. One very close to the extraction point?"
"Yes, sir. Is it time to relocate?"
Dietz started to get upset, but realized he was running out of people to blame for his problems and needed to hold back for a moment.
"Like before, ANYTHING those men could have taken with them could lead her back here. A matchbook or item from a nearby shop. She's clever, dammit! She'll find this place!"
In Charge, as he now thought of himself, didn't bother pointing out that Dietz had stopped saying "they" were looking for him and started saying "she" was some time yesterday.
"We're doing what I should have done the first time all of you screwed up! I'm calling the mission a failure and getting out while I'm still alive! I'll refund my fee and then either become even more of a fugitive or take my cyanide. Given the Client, likely the second. Perhaps I'll return to this shithole one day and put bullets in those women like I should have done before we started!"
He picked up the Sturmgewehr and took the last uniform off the rack.
"Arm yourselves. Take whatever weapons and ammo you can. We don't have the time to sterilize the scene." He reached into the duffel bag that carried the last of the C-4. "So, we'll destroy it instead. Be in the van in three minutes." The Sturmgewehr went into the bag with it. He then grabbed the laptop he'd been using.
In Charge saluted. Dietz half-heartedly returned it. In his mind, he was already offering them up to the Client as scapegoats. He went to wait for them in the van and debate whether or not to wait the full three minutes for them to gather what they could or just blow them up and drive away now. He remembered that he still needed In Charge to take him to the last hiding place and decided against it.
* * *
The numbers displayed on the screen as the green lights turned off, telling Maria that she was clear. She removed her microphone and returned to her work, glancing at the office telephone on her desk.
As she expected, although they were not listed in the announcement, lines to the castle were also lighting up.
* * *
"Perhaps that WAS the Contessa they should have killed!" Heinrich Dietz said, hurling the remote through the TV screen this time. The last remaining men jumped.
"I am fucked." He said, getting up from his seat. "You are all fucked as well, but this is of less consequence to ME! In Charge of These Last Two Idiots!" He called, shouting Dumbkopf's new name and promotion.
He ran up to him. Less of a spring in his step, now that he was seeing that perhaps Dietz wasn't the brilliant criminal genius he'd been led to believe on white power forums. He'd begun to question it around the fourth or fifth other member of the team Dietz casually sacrificed.
"Yes, sir?" He replied. There was less fear in it after seeing his plans fail repeatedly. Who was Dietz going to shoot him to impress now? The last two guys he didn't like or dislike enough to give names?
"You had one more hiding place, you said. One very close to the extraction point?"
"Yes, sir. Is it time to relocate?"
Dietz started to get upset, but realized he was running out of people to blame for his problems and needed to hold back for a moment.
"Like before, ANYTHING those men could have taken with them could lead her back here. A matchbook or item from a nearby shop. She's clever, dammit! She'll find this place!"
In Charge, as he now thought of himself, didn't bother pointing out that Dietz had stopped saying "they" were looking for him and started saying "she" was some time yesterday.
"We're doing what I should have done the first time all of you screwed up! I'm calling the mission a failure and getting out while I'm still alive! I'll refund my fee and then either become even more of a fugitive or take my cyanide. Given the Client, likely the second. Perhaps I'll return to this shithole one day and put bullets in those women like I should have done before we started!"
He picked up the Sturmgewehr and took the last uniform off the rack.
"Arm yourselves. Take whatever weapons and ammo you can. We don't have the time to sterilize the scene." He reached into the duffel bag that carried the last of the C-4. "So, we'll destroy it instead. Be in the van in three minutes." The Sturmgewehr went into the bag with it. He then grabbed the laptop he'd been using.
In Charge saluted. Dietz half-heartedly returned it. In his mind, he was already offering them up to the Client as scapegoats. He went to wait for them in the van and debate whether or not to wait the full three minutes for them to gather what they could or just blow them up and drive away now. He remembered that he still needed In Charge to take him to the last hiding place and decided against it.
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