17-02-2020, 02:27 AM
Whatever Gets You through the Night Pt. 26
"Riding on this crazy train, I'm going paranoid.
Watch me lose my mind and break the law. (Breaking the law! Breaking the law!)
I'm a metal machine. (It's close to midnight and he's barking at the moon!)
I'm a metal machine. (The rainbow in the dark is shining!)
I'm a metal machine! (It's close to midnight and he's barking at the moon!)
Unholy metal machine! (The kings of metal ride the sky!)"
-Sabaton, Metal Machine
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Contessa Helena de San Finzione and Nigel Mander could hear the men in the warehouse taking turns reloading through the hole in the roof that housed a skylight before Ultimados smashed through it over a year ago in a previous raid on this building. When the first shouted that he'd reloaded, the second did the same.
"They've got enough discipline to not all reload at once, anyway." Mander muttered to her. They were twenty feet above Heinrich Dietz and the three Nazi thugs that were defending him. "So much for the Generalissimo's three-second window."
The two didn't dare get close enough to the edge to look in on them. From the shouting, the Nazis' ears were ringing from shooting. Her ability to compel the minds of others required both physical proximity and that she be able to convey her message to the subject. She couldn't be certain they'd hear her command and they had to be watching the hole for the next trick. The first thing that peeked into the opening would be riddled with bullets.
"He's not going anywhere." Helen whispered back. "I've got all night to fuck with him and the money to make it entertaining." She activated the headset. "ACME 2, how are we doing?"
The man from the movie studio hesitated.
"ACME 2 is ready. Awaiting your signal. Though I still must protest. These units are very delicate; if anything happens to them..."
Helena cut him off.
"Then we'll know they work, and we'll get those people to make more for us." She informed him.
"Understood. Ready to deploy."
Helen disengaged the radio.
"It's a good bet they probably won't hear ya now." Mander told her.
"The goons won't." She replied. "Dietz is back down that hall. Unlike the others, he's probably fired enough guns in enclosed spaces to think of ear plugs. The prick wouldn't bring enough for the rest of the class. But yeah, there's no guarantee he'll hear me from up here."
"Yeah, but we don't give a fuck about the others, do we? Except inasmuch as you've bagged one more than me. Do the guys in the tank count as one or three?"
"Three!" Helen insisted. "You wouldn't let me weasel ahead like that. We're 4-3. Dietz is the only one who'll be able to tell us anything about Schell; the other three can be used to settle this once I'm done breaking them. Speaking of which, let's get on with that."
She activated the mic and was patched into La Policia's PA system again.
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"Riding on this crazy train, I'm going paranoid.
Watch me lose my mind and break the law. (Breaking the law! Breaking the law!)
I'm a metal machine. (It's close to midnight and he's barking at the moon!)
I'm a metal machine. (The rainbow in the dark is shining!)
I'm a metal machine! (It's close to midnight and he's barking at the moon!)
Unholy metal machine! (The kings of metal ride the sky!)"
-Sabaton, Metal Machine
*
Contessa Helena de San Finzione and Nigel Mander could hear the men in the warehouse taking turns reloading through the hole in the roof that housed a skylight before Ultimados smashed through it over a year ago in a previous raid on this building. When the first shouted that he'd reloaded, the second did the same.
"They've got enough discipline to not all reload at once, anyway." Mander muttered to her. They were twenty feet above Heinrich Dietz and the three Nazi thugs that were defending him. "So much for the Generalissimo's three-second window."
The two didn't dare get close enough to the edge to look in on them. From the shouting, the Nazis' ears were ringing from shooting. Her ability to compel the minds of others required both physical proximity and that she be able to convey her message to the subject. She couldn't be certain they'd hear her command and they had to be watching the hole for the next trick. The first thing that peeked into the opening would be riddled with bullets.
"He's not going anywhere." Helen whispered back. "I've got all night to fuck with him and the money to make it entertaining." She activated the headset. "ACME 2, how are we doing?"
The man from the movie studio hesitated.
"ACME 2 is ready. Awaiting your signal. Though I still must protest. These units are very delicate; if anything happens to them..."
Helena cut him off.
"Then we'll know they work, and we'll get those people to make more for us." She informed him.
"Understood. Ready to deploy."
Helen disengaged the radio.
"It's a good bet they probably won't hear ya now." Mander told her.
"The goons won't." She replied. "Dietz is back down that hall. Unlike the others, he's probably fired enough guns in enclosed spaces to think of ear plugs. The prick wouldn't bring enough for the rest of the class. But yeah, there's no guarantee he'll hear me from up here."
"Yeah, but we don't give a fuck about the others, do we? Except inasmuch as you've bagged one more than me. Do the guys in the tank count as one or three?"
"Three!" Helen insisted. "You wouldn't let me weasel ahead like that. We're 4-3. Dietz is the only one who'll be able to tell us anything about Schell; the other three can be used to settle this once I'm done breaking them. Speaking of which, let's get on with that."
She activated the mic and was patched into La Policia's PA system again.
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