Fantasy Whatever Gets You through the Night by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

In his hideout, Heinrich Dietz fumed at the men under his command.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME ABOUT THE FUCKING STATUES!!" He shouted as he paced back and forth before them. "This country is a tourist trap! None of you dummkopfs so much as bothered to pick up a fucking tourist guide before we came! I had the mission and the job ahead to think about; one of YOU was supposed to handle simple fucking preparatory research!"

"I was busy renting this place." One of them replied.

Dietz's reaction was to pull his pistol and point it at the man.

"EXCUSES GET BULLETS!" He shouted. "NOW, my face has been seen! I might have scared the child out of giving them enough for a sketch, but the man they arrested will NEVER forget my face! The moment they run it through a computer, every law enforcement agency in the WORLD will know that I am here! And they'll tear this country apart until they find me! If I hadn't gotten to kill a subhuman earlier, this would be the worst day of my life!"

"We can get you out, sir." Another said. "Before they get here."

Dietz almost turned his gun on that man, then thought that it wasn't a bad idea, then thought again. He put his gun away.

"It's too late to abort the plan. I have my orders. I am here until it is done. I suspect that it will not, therefore, I must alter the plan. Our agent at the studio says that the film is still on until La Contessa says otherwise. He is preparing for the next step. Now someone get me some motherfucking intel on HER!"

One of the men started to leave, when Dietz shouted for him to stop and pointed at a computer.

"Don't go out asking the public NOW! You'll tip them off to me! Use the fucking internet already!"

The door opened, and another Nazi returned with food. He set it on the table and removed his red wig, revealing his blond hair beneath, and saluted his leader. Dietz waved a return as he walked forward, removed a sausage from the bag, and took a bite.

"ONE of you, is, at least, good for something. Now get me information on La Contessa!"

The one who'd just removed his wig spoke up.

"Mein... leader," he corrected himself. "While at market, I heard people talking about her and what she will do about today's events. I did not ask questions, simply smiled and nodded, so as not to draw attention. But I still have much to tell you."

Dietz patted him on the shoulder.

"Your new name is Good One." he smiled. "As for La Contessa?" Almost on cue, Good One produced a postcard of La Contessa's royal portrait. Dietz took it and looked at La Contessa for the first time.

"Pretty for a mixed." Dietz said after a moment. He passed around the photo. "It is no matter; I kill women as well. I prefer their screams. Nice work, Good One." He snatched back the postcard back from the men, who'd been distracted by the pretty woman on the front of the card, and tacked it to the wall. He then drew his gun and pointed it at the picture for greater effect.

"THIS is your target! Now, study it! We strike tomorrow! Dummkopf, get on the internet! Hopefully, we'll find a hidden talent for typing and filing in you!" He turned to the second one who spoke.

"Not As Bad As Dummkopf, put on a disguise and go do what Good One was doing. Listen to people, find out more about The Contessa." He nodded and went.

Dietz grabbed a folding chair for himself and Good One. He turned his backwards and motioned to take the other in front of it.

"Now, tell me what you can about this woman." He said, pointing to the postcard of the Royal Portrait everyone, including those who hadn't spoken for fear of gaining a nickname, had been too busy looking at the pretty woman to turn the card over and read the words on the back.

Official Royal Portrait of Contessa-In-Reggenza Maria Louisa Francesca de San Finzione.