17-02-2020, 02:24 AM
"No." Helen thought for a drag. "Being a clever fuck, he saves his explosives to use defensively; as pursuit deterrent. We assume he used just as much as he did on the cave bombs when he blew up their last hideout and is therefore out of C-4. But when you assume, you make an ass that explodes before you finish the saying. He also needs to make sure he's going to strike when Tad's not on the set. A call sheet could tell him that. Scott was in maintenance; he had access to the whole studio. Probably not even suspicious for him to want a copy. Luc's people found that a few costumes disappeared from Wardrobe too. We can guess what happened to those."
"He's failed his Nazi hero for the third time. And now he's learned why ya don't cross San Finzione, especially her royalty. Whatever happens next, Dietz is fucked, and he knows it. He ain't gonna come peaceably."
When they passed through the gate and could see La Policia's team ready to move in was when they heard gunfire up ahead.
* * *
Inside the warehouse, time ticked by. They didn't know if there was still power to the building and it wasn't worth calling attention to themselves to flip a light switch and find out. The other three sat by the van and talked amongst themselves as Heinrich Dietz paced; his eye drifting periodically to that open skylight. A weak point in their position that he had no real way of defending if it came to a siege.
Not if, he thought, but when. Every second they waited was another that the security officer could come smashing into the room and it was only a matter of time before they did so. He stopped pacing and listened. He listened to the murmurs of their conversation and the sounds of the nearby sea.
"Quiet!" Dietz hissed at them. The conversation ceased. He listened again, hearing nothing but the crashing of waves and the calls of sea birds. No sounds of dockworkers coming or going, no trucks passing by, no sounds of cargo cranes in use. Nothing one would expect to hear in a working port just after sundown. An entirely wrong stillness.
"They're here!" He hissed again, unshouldering his weapon. "It's quiet outside because they've cleared the civilians from the area! They're getting ready to come in!"
The others scrambled to their feet. Dietz peered out a grime-covered window. He couldn't make out anyone in the streetlights, but if they knew this place, they probably also knew the best way to approach stealthily.
Something needed to be done. Dietz needed to take some kind of action. At least give himself time to think of what that action could be. He needed to stop the security officer and the army from coming through the door. Standing up, he walked to that door, stuck the barrel of the Sturmgewehr outside, and blindly fired three rounds out in the street.
"Stay away!" Dietz shouted at the sounds of rapidly retreating combat boots that followed. "We've wired the building to blow!"
Outside, the SWAT team scurried back around the corner where the Policia barricade had been set up. Dietz turned to the others.
"You see?" He told them. "I've bought us a little time now. Figure out how we're going to get out or defend this place!" When the men didn't act immediately, he added a "NOW! SCHNELL!"
They scattered to look for positions. Dietz looked at the uniform in its plastic bag, hanging from a doorframe. He walked to get it and go into the back area to change.
Now it felt like time to dress for the occasion.
* * *
"He's failed his Nazi hero for the third time. And now he's learned why ya don't cross San Finzione, especially her royalty. Whatever happens next, Dietz is fucked, and he knows it. He ain't gonna come peaceably."
When they passed through the gate and could see La Policia's team ready to move in was when they heard gunfire up ahead.
* * *
Inside the warehouse, time ticked by. They didn't know if there was still power to the building and it wasn't worth calling attention to themselves to flip a light switch and find out. The other three sat by the van and talked amongst themselves as Heinrich Dietz paced; his eye drifting periodically to that open skylight. A weak point in their position that he had no real way of defending if it came to a siege.
Not if, he thought, but when. Every second they waited was another that the security officer could come smashing into the room and it was only a matter of time before they did so. He stopped pacing and listened. He listened to the murmurs of their conversation and the sounds of the nearby sea.
"Quiet!" Dietz hissed at them. The conversation ceased. He listened again, hearing nothing but the crashing of waves and the calls of sea birds. No sounds of dockworkers coming or going, no trucks passing by, no sounds of cargo cranes in use. Nothing one would expect to hear in a working port just after sundown. An entirely wrong stillness.
"They're here!" He hissed again, unshouldering his weapon. "It's quiet outside because they've cleared the civilians from the area! They're getting ready to come in!"
The others scrambled to their feet. Dietz peered out a grime-covered window. He couldn't make out anyone in the streetlights, but if they knew this place, they probably also knew the best way to approach stealthily.
Something needed to be done. Dietz needed to take some kind of action. At least give himself time to think of what that action could be. He needed to stop the security officer and the army from coming through the door. Standing up, he walked to that door, stuck the barrel of the Sturmgewehr outside, and blindly fired three rounds out in the street.
"Stay away!" Dietz shouted at the sounds of rapidly retreating combat boots that followed. "We've wired the building to blow!"
Outside, the SWAT team scurried back around the corner where the Policia barricade had been set up. Dietz turned to the others.
"You see?" He told them. "I've bought us a little time now. Figure out how we're going to get out or defend this place!" When the men didn't act immediately, he added a "NOW! SCHNELL!"
They scattered to look for positions. Dietz looked at the uniform in its plastic bag, hanging from a doorframe. He walked to get it and go into the back area to change.
Now it felt like time to dress for the occasion.
* * *
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