17-02-2020, 02:26 AM
Heinrich Dietz stared at the piece of paper he'd been trying to come up with demands on, desperate to come up with more.
"Safe passage out of the country" was the first item, naturally. After that, he wrote "a million euros," because why not, and racked his brain for more. Asking for food and water would be a bad move. They'd drug or poison it and he'd also tip them off that they didn't have supplies with which to drag this out.
His train of thought was interrupted by a loudspeaker clicking on.
"Hello, Heinrich." A soft, feminine voice said, blasted from the PA systems on the security officer vehicles. "This is Contessa Helena de San Finzione. Ruler of the country you've been causing problems in this week. If you wanted my attention, you absolutely have it. I'm sorry we can't have a proper conversation, so you're just going to have to listen to me."
She took a drag. If the Thing could be transmitted electronically, she could end all of this right now. Since it didn't work like that, she continued.
"I know you're busy coming up with your demands; be sure to ask for some of your 'brothers in arms' to be let out of prison, everybody loves that one. Don't get too 'Die Hard' on me, though. Oh, and I have a demand for you, as well. If there's to be any talk of you leaving this country, there's something you're going to have to do first."
She gave a little pause. The helicopter that had been hovering at a distance started flying toward the warehouse.
"You've had a lot of fun in my country, but there's one thing you must do." Helen told him.
With that, Helen fired the blooper onto the rooftop. The smoke grenade exploded and let out a cloud that poured down the hole in the roof. This covered the copter's approach and it hovered thirty feet above the hole.
"Those dead Nazis you've clogged up my morgue with? I insist you take your trash with you when you leave."
With the signal given, two men in the back of the helicopter grabbed the first body and tossed it into the hole. Through the smoke coming in, Dietz and his men saw the man-shaped object land with a wet thud, splattering dark fluid as it hit. Panicked, the two men in the main room opened fire, riddling the body with holes. A moment later, a second one hit and they did the same. This was followed by a third and a fourth.
Dietz boggled at the sight. The woman was fucking raining bodies onto them. He shone his flashlight on the bodies. Another hit, spraying what he could now see was blood when it hit.
"Hold your fire!" He yelled, getting closer. He could see now that the bodies were in uniforms like the one he was wearing. Was she really going to drop all nine of his expended team down the hole? He dragged a body away from the pile, dodging another, to examine.
When he turned the body over was when he saw that the uniforms weren't filled with human bodies, but dummies made of plastic and cloth. The splatters of blood when they impacted with the floor, he could see were provided by bags of stage blood taped to them.
"Stop shooting!" He shouted to them. He had to do so a second time before the men stopped shooting. "They're dummies," Dietz told them. "It's a trick! Who the fuck would do this?"
On the rooftop, Mander loaded his crossbow. The two of them heard him shouting at the others.
"No question of whether or not you've freaked him the fuck out." Mander observed. "You ready for the next crazy part?"
Helen put out her cigarette and nodded. Mander attached a spool of cable from his bag to the bolt and found a good spot to aim for. He pulled the trigger and the metal bolt sailed across the alley, embedding it's head into the concrete. A press of a button, and the line straightened and went taught.
"I'd normally say ladies first." Mander added, threading the cable through a pair of trolleys before securing this end. "But since one of us is wearing a vest and the other couldn't fit one under her Emma Peel outfit, I should probably take the lead."
"Safe passage out of the country" was the first item, naturally. After that, he wrote "a million euros," because why not, and racked his brain for more. Asking for food and water would be a bad move. They'd drug or poison it and he'd also tip them off that they didn't have supplies with which to drag this out.
His train of thought was interrupted by a loudspeaker clicking on.
"Hello, Heinrich." A soft, feminine voice said, blasted from the PA systems on the security officer vehicles. "This is Contessa Helena de San Finzione. Ruler of the country you've been causing problems in this week. If you wanted my attention, you absolutely have it. I'm sorry we can't have a proper conversation, so you're just going to have to listen to me."
She took a drag. If the Thing could be transmitted electronically, she could end all of this right now. Since it didn't work like that, she continued.
"I know you're busy coming up with your demands; be sure to ask for some of your 'brothers in arms' to be let out of prison, everybody loves that one. Don't get too 'Die Hard' on me, though. Oh, and I have a demand for you, as well. If there's to be any talk of you leaving this country, there's something you're going to have to do first."
She gave a little pause. The helicopter that had been hovering at a distance started flying toward the warehouse.
"You've had a lot of fun in my country, but there's one thing you must do." Helen told him.
With that, Helen fired the blooper onto the rooftop. The smoke grenade exploded and let out a cloud that poured down the hole in the roof. This covered the copter's approach and it hovered thirty feet above the hole.
"Those dead Nazis you've clogged up my morgue with? I insist you take your trash with you when you leave."
With the signal given, two men in the back of the helicopter grabbed the first body and tossed it into the hole. Through the smoke coming in, Dietz and his men saw the man-shaped object land with a wet thud, splattering dark fluid as it hit. Panicked, the two men in the main room opened fire, riddling the body with holes. A moment later, a second one hit and they did the same. This was followed by a third and a fourth.
Dietz boggled at the sight. The woman was fucking raining bodies onto them. He shone his flashlight on the bodies. Another hit, spraying what he could now see was blood when it hit.
"Hold your fire!" He yelled, getting closer. He could see now that the bodies were in uniforms like the one he was wearing. Was she really going to drop all nine of his expended team down the hole? He dragged a body away from the pile, dodging another, to examine.
When he turned the body over was when he saw that the uniforms weren't filled with human bodies, but dummies made of plastic and cloth. The splatters of blood when they impacted with the floor, he could see were provided by bags of stage blood taped to them.
"Stop shooting!" He shouted to them. He had to do so a second time before the men stopped shooting. "They're dummies," Dietz told them. "It's a trick! Who the fuck would do this?"
On the rooftop, Mander loaded his crossbow. The two of them heard him shouting at the others.
"No question of whether or not you've freaked him the fuck out." Mander observed. "You ready for the next crazy part?"
Helen put out her cigarette and nodded. Mander attached a spool of cable from his bag to the bolt and found a good spot to aim for. He pulled the trigger and the metal bolt sailed across the alley, embedding it's head into the concrete. A press of a button, and the line straightened and went taught.
"I'd normally say ladies first." Mander added, threading the cable through a pair of trolleys before securing this end. "But since one of us is wearing a vest and the other couldn't fit one under her Emma Peel outfit, I should probably take the lead."
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