17-02-2020, 02:28 AM
"Don't..." Helen began to say, when, to her surprise, Dietz hurled the empty rifle at her. Helen ducked back into the corridor and the weapon clattered on the opposite wall. Now that he'd thrown away his weapon, she stepped into the room, ready to give her command, and pointed her Ruger at him.
Heinrich Dietz leaned against an old, rotted desk, staring defiantly at Helen. His lips curled into a smile and bloody foam trailed from his mouth. Helen thought she smelled bitter almonds.
"Don't move!" She commanded. Dietz tried to obey, but his legs didn't listen and he dropped to his knees. His smile became a bloody grin and she realized that in the second he'd given himself by hurling the gun, Dietz had taken his cyanide.
On the main warehouse floor, Mander shot one of the two remaining Nazis and walked toward the other. The last Nazi tossed his empty MP-40 aside, drew the pistol with the really neat swastika he'd seen at Scott's house, pulled the trigger, and screamed as a French resistance worker blew up his hand from eighty years in the past. Mander made certain he didn't suffer long.
"Beat you..." Dietz chuckled out in German, his throat tearing from the glass shards he'd swallowed after breaking the capsule in his teeth. He collapsed to the ground in front of Helen. Before the room faded, Heinrich was able to finish his sentence.
"I beat you, you fucking thief!" He laughed as he passed out.
* * *
Helen dropped to her knees and set her purse on the floor. She pulled the jacket off of Dietz's body and ripped off his shirt.
She reached into her purse and pulled out the black case that the Minster of Science had sent her after their telephone conversation yesterday when she and Mander had been driving to Eliot's apartment. When she'd asked a question that the conversation with Mander had made her think to ask.
"Is there an antidote for cyanide?" She'd asked Dr. Rocco. He told her that, in fact, there was. That, although unconsciousness occurred within seconds, it took several minutes to die. Usually faster than medical attention could reach the victim unless the right drugs were already prepared and ready to administer in time. She then asked what those drugs were and if he could prepare a kit of them for her. Helen opened the case, took out a syringe of thiopentone sodium labeled "1," and gave him an injection.
"Move in!" She told the radio, breaking open the amyl nitrite capsule the minister had marked "2" and shoving it under Dietz's nose, covering his mouth so he'd be forced to breathe it in. "Medics to the back room!" She produced the syringe containing the mixture of sodium nitrite and sodium thiosulfate labeled "3," gave Dietz the shot, and stood back for the EMTs who were now entering the room.
Outside, Ultimados and SWAT team members began to fill the warehouse, taking note of the work that Mander had already done for them with the last two Nazis. A path was cleared for Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez and Detective Inspector Luc Tomas Allaine of Interpol. They made their way to the corridor, where Helen was outside the room, leaning against the wall, and smoking while they brought in oxygen to resuscitate Dietz. She held out two unlit ones for them as they approached. Dietz could be heard sputtering back to life in the room.
"Congratulations!" She told them. "It's a Nazi!"
They took them and followed her in. Dietz regained consciousness in time to see her leaning over him.
"Oh, Heinrich! Did you really think death was going to be any escape from me? We'll talk at the hospital. You'll be there a while, by the way. Dr. Rocco said there might still be considerable..."
Despite the anticonvulsant that had been in the first injection, Dietz gazed in terror at this woman who'd even thwarted his plans to DIE! He started to seize. The EMTs restrained him as a stretcher was brought in and he started moaning through a throat lacerated with the fragments of broken glass he'd swallowed. Helen stepped back and let Luc step into Dietz's view before he lost consciousness again.
"Nerve damage." Helen finished, stepping out of the room again. Luc took her place, looking at Dietz as the medics stopped the seizure.
"I understand that this might be a bad time, Herr Dietz." Luc told him. Dietz could only glare back hatefully in response. "But you are under arrest."
* * *
Heinrich Dietz leaned against an old, rotted desk, staring defiantly at Helen. His lips curled into a smile and bloody foam trailed from his mouth. Helen thought she smelled bitter almonds.
"Don't move!" She commanded. Dietz tried to obey, but his legs didn't listen and he dropped to his knees. His smile became a bloody grin and she realized that in the second he'd given himself by hurling the gun, Dietz had taken his cyanide.
On the main warehouse floor, Mander shot one of the two remaining Nazis and walked toward the other. The last Nazi tossed his empty MP-40 aside, drew the pistol with the really neat swastika he'd seen at Scott's house, pulled the trigger, and screamed as a French resistance worker blew up his hand from eighty years in the past. Mander made certain he didn't suffer long.
"Beat you..." Dietz chuckled out in German, his throat tearing from the glass shards he'd swallowed after breaking the capsule in his teeth. He collapsed to the ground in front of Helen. Before the room faded, Heinrich was able to finish his sentence.
"I beat you, you fucking thief!" He laughed as he passed out.
* * *
Helen dropped to her knees and set her purse on the floor. She pulled the jacket off of Dietz's body and ripped off his shirt.
She reached into her purse and pulled out the black case that the Minster of Science had sent her after their telephone conversation yesterday when she and Mander had been driving to Eliot's apartment. When she'd asked a question that the conversation with Mander had made her think to ask.
"Is there an antidote for cyanide?" She'd asked Dr. Rocco. He told her that, in fact, there was. That, although unconsciousness occurred within seconds, it took several minutes to die. Usually faster than medical attention could reach the victim unless the right drugs were already prepared and ready to administer in time. She then asked what those drugs were and if he could prepare a kit of them for her. Helen opened the case, took out a syringe of thiopentone sodium labeled "1," and gave him an injection.
"Move in!" She told the radio, breaking open the amyl nitrite capsule the minister had marked "2" and shoving it under Dietz's nose, covering his mouth so he'd be forced to breathe it in. "Medics to the back room!" She produced the syringe containing the mixture of sodium nitrite and sodium thiosulfate labeled "3," gave Dietz the shot, and stood back for the EMTs who were now entering the room.
Outside, Ultimados and SWAT team members began to fill the warehouse, taking note of the work that Mander had already done for them with the last two Nazis. A path was cleared for Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez and Detective Inspector Luc Tomas Allaine of Interpol. They made their way to the corridor, where Helen was outside the room, leaning against the wall, and smoking while they brought in oxygen to resuscitate Dietz. She held out two unlit ones for them as they approached. Dietz could be heard sputtering back to life in the room.
"Congratulations!" She told them. "It's a Nazi!"
They took them and followed her in. Dietz regained consciousness in time to see her leaning over him.
"Oh, Heinrich! Did you really think death was going to be any escape from me? We'll talk at the hospital. You'll be there a while, by the way. Dr. Rocco said there might still be considerable..."
Despite the anticonvulsant that had been in the first injection, Dietz gazed in terror at this woman who'd even thwarted his plans to DIE! He started to seize. The EMTs restrained him as a stretcher was brought in and he started moaning through a throat lacerated with the fragments of broken glass he'd swallowed. Helen stepped back and let Luc step into Dietz's view before he lost consciousness again.
"Nerve damage." Helen finished, stepping out of the room again. Luc took her place, looking at Dietz as the medics stopped the seizure.
"I understand that this might be a bad time, Herr Dietz." Luc told him. Dietz could only glare back hatefully in response. "But you are under arrest."
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