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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #50 on: June 08, 2012, 07:08:02 PM »
On one hand, it was 33,000 deutschmarks that the mining facility could certainly do with.  Profits had already began to drop since he had arrived, and the money would be a welcome boost to the figures.  In fact, if he added the money on to the month's final figures, then it would actually appear to those back home that Karlheinz was doing a better job than Adalinda had been.  The thought was a tempting one.  He knew he didn't have to prove himself (the council would probably be more than happy if he at least was close to the profit that Adalinda had been making) but he was also worried that this could be a black mark against his otherwise perfect record.  Karlheinz knew that this island was a bad idea.

On the other, Laura was the rock that was currently holding this place together.  He didn't tell her that, but since the changeover things had been a little rocky.  Laura Fassbinder, meanwhile, just got her head down and got on with the work -- constantly reminding Karlheinz of things that had to be done, while making sure that the place was kept in as good a shape as Adalinda had it in.  "Laura... come over here for a second."  Karlheinz said, placing his hands together on the desk and sighing a little.  "You want this place to do well, don't you?  You don't want to disappoint Adalinda and let her little island colony -- that she put all this effort and sweat in to -- to go bankrupt, right?  Well... sometimes people have to make sacrifices, and Captain McRae here has given a very generous offer which will give this place a much-needed cash boost..."  It didn't take a genius to work out where this was going.

Karlheinz opened his desk drawer and pulled out a walkie-talkie, pressing the button on the side.  "Szymanski -- Erich?  I need you to come in here and escort Fraulein Fassbinder to the docks."

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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #51 on: June 09, 2012, 04:55:02 AM »
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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #52 on: June 10, 2012, 05:29:08 PM »
By the time that Szymanski and Erich ran in, she was already out the door.  Karlheinz slowly wiped away the spit from his face, while McRae rubbed the side of his head.  Today was starting to become an interesting day for Karlheinz, who had managed to lose his personal assistant.  And not only that -- if they couldn't find her in one piece then he wasn't even going to get any money for her either.  If Stanger had a problem, it wasn't thinking things long-term.  It was too easy to raise his eyebrows at the money, but in reality it had been a stupid decision that couldn't be reversed now.  Laura would no doubt never forgive him for even contemplating selling her, so if she were to be captured and brought back here, she was hardly going to want to return to working for him.  She definitely had to be sold now.

A perimeter had been formed around the mine, with the guards closing in.  There was no way that Laura could break through it, although unfortunately a part of that perimeter ran through the thick forests which surrounded the centre of the island.  While Laura was hardly a survival expert, it was a difficult place to search.  Too many hiding places, too much ground to cover.  If she were going to be found, it would take a while.
The search went on for a few hours, and it gave Karlheinz time to think.  His tenure on the island had hardly got off to a great start, and he was really starting to doubt his future here.  He was better in front of a camera, not sitting behind a desk and making sure that a certain kind of fuel was mined from the ground effeciently.  It was a ridiculous decision to put him here in the first place.

"Any luck?"  Karlheinz asked Szymanski, as he came back to report on their progress.  The Polish guard shook his head.  It was now dark: and the search would be called off for the night.

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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #53 on: June 10, 2012, 06:45:29 PM »
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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #54 on: June 11, 2012, 04:23:33 PM »
Chapter 1.4
Russians to the Rescue

"Mikhail... Mikhail... you asleep?"

"Yes."

"Vitaly wants you at the front gate."

"No.  Not now."

"Yes, now.  Get up and get ch... you're already changed.  Good."

Mikhail was tugged up from his bed, his resistance unable to keep him from getting to his feet.  He wiped his eyes a few times and yawned, adjusting to the dull lighting of his bedroom.  His hair was a mess, his clothes were stinking and he was in dire need of a shower.  But it appeared as though he wasn't allowed to change any of that, and whatever Vitaly had to see him about was urgent.  With his eyes now clear of sleep, he looked at his brother and shook his head.  "Is this really important?"

"Important enough to get you out of your bed.  Guess who turned up at our gate this morning?"

"That Norwegian chick from the paper?"

"No.  Something even better.  Adalinda's little lost puppy."

The two brothers left the room and walked outside, the fresh cold air waking Mikhail up from his half-slumber.  It was another long night, and another night where he hadn't had enough hours of sleep to recharge his batteries.  A cardboard coffee cup in his hands kept him warm and helped to keep his eyes open.  "Where is she?"

"She's still at the gate.  Vitaly hasn't let her in yet."  When Alexey and Mikhail arrived at the gate, negotiations between Laura and Vitaly still seemed very far from being settled.  In fact, Alexey had his AK unholstered and in his hands, his finger close to the trigger.

"She keeps shouting this nonsense about her being in danger.  I've told her, she's not getting through that gate.  You know what the Germans are like."  Vitaly said to them both.
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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #55 on: June 11, 2012, 06:13:42 PM »
After spending all night on the move, Laura found herself greeted by a large fence as the sun broke over the horizon. The woman was tired beyond belief yet not once had she stopped for a break out of fear that one of Karlheinz

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« Reply #56 on: June 11, 2012, 06:27:51 PM »
Mikhail had no idea what she was talking about.  Why had Stanger sold her off as a sex slave to some submarine that had came ashore?  Had he finally realised just how annoying she was, and was trying to get rid of her and getting a few pennies in the process?  The Russian brushed passed Vitaly, placing his hand on the top of the gun and lowering it slowly.  He didn't want Vitaly accidentally shooting Laura, especially when Mikhail was rather interested in her story.  He brought the coffee cup to his lips and drank some of it, releasing a sigh after he swallowed the stuff.  "Miss Fassbinder, why did you honestly think we would open our door and welcome you in with open arms?  Aren't we supposed to be enemies?"  Mikhail asked, raising an eyebrow and drinking again.  "I don't remember us being friends or anything.  Every time I've come to get some fuel, you've always looked at us -- like all the other Krauts -- as if we're below you or that we should be 'lucky' to still be living on this island.  Just remember who was here first."

Mikhail stepped backwards towards the fence, leaning back and digging a hand in to his pocket.  Alexey, meanwhile, had returned to the camp, leaving Vitaly and Mikhail alone with Laura.  He clearly wasn't interested in what she had to say, unlike Mikhail who wanted to hear all the juicy gossip.  Much to her probable frustration, however, he had no intention of listening to it inside.  She had to talk fast if she wanted to hide behind the Russian fence.

"Maybe we'll get some of the reward money if we turn her back in?"  Vitaly asked, which brought a smirk to Mikhail's face.

"Not a bad idea, Vitaly.  Or maybe they'll give us some free fuel.  We like free fuel, don't we?"  Mikhail said, continuing to smirk and drink his coffee.

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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #57 on: June 12, 2012, 12:23:29 AM »

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« Reply #58 on: June 12, 2012, 03:47:35 PM »
Mikhail listened, all the while sipping at his coffee and moaning to himself in his head that it was far too cold to be standing here when he could be inside instead.  Laura was rambling on that saving her would -- in the long term -- help the Russians, something which Mikhail wasn't so sure about.  "See... that's where I don't get it.  Because what I've heard is he's a pretty good boss.  And I've heard no one say anything bad about him... except for you, of course."  Not that Mikhail had actually spoken to many of the Germans at the mine, but Szymanski seemed to have no complaints about the man -- and one or two of the other guards spoke highly of him as well.  Mainly because they got an extra break during the day, something which everyone was glad to have.

"What we're going to do is go inside, and have a little talk about this.  Just wait here."  Mikhail said, signalling for Vitaly to follow him.  They didn't give any chance for Laura to follow, slamming the gate shut behind them and locking it.  Laura was left alone, outside, and unprotected from any wandering German patrols.  If one happened to stumble as far out as the Russian camp, then she would have major problems.

Mikhail had organised a meeting to discuss whether Laura would be allowed in to the camp.  Alexey and Dunya were called to attend, and the three sat around a smal circular table.  Mikhail explained to him what she had told him, putting it in to his own words and doubting the truth of anything she actually said.  "...she seems to think that if we let her in, she'll help us in any way she can to get back at the Germans.  I don't really buy it.  This is Laura Fassbinder we're talking about, she's got to have a hidden agenda."

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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #59 on: June 12, 2012, 05:37:54 PM »
Laura smacked the gate in frustration, hurting her hand in the process. Holding it to herself as Vitaly and Mikhail walked away she glowered at their distrust in her even with their reasoning to. She couldn

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« Reply #60 on: June 12, 2012, 05:48:51 PM »
"I'm pretty sure he's asked Alexey on a date once or twice as well."  Mikhail pointed towards his brother, before flicking his attention back to Dunya.  "You know what I think?  I think that Laura is hiding Adalinda, or she knows that she's laying low for a while.  I bet she wants us to get rid of Stanger, just so she can get Adalinda back in to power.  Then where does that leave us?  We're getting a better deal with Stanger in charge than we ever did with her."  Laura arriving at their gate was definitely unexpected, and had caught all of them off-guard.  Especially because it was so early, and each of them wasn't thinking as clearly as they would be if it had been a few hours later.

"I say no.  I say we leave her out there.  Or even better... we tie her to a tree and give Stanger a phone to tell him where his little secretary is.  I don't know -- I think he could be pretty thankful that we've caught her.  What you think, Alexey?"

Mikhail's brother had remained rather quiet up until this point, having left Mikhail to speak to Laura while he returned back inside to get something to eat.  When it was his turn to speak, he shrugged his shoulders.  "You two do what ever you want.  Me?  I wouldn't let a German inside this camp.  But she's said some things that could make things interesting.  But that's what you'd expect from one of Adalinda's loyal goons.  They'll say everything you want to hear."  He stood up and covered his yawn.  "But who knows.  Maybe she's telling the truth for once."

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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #61 on: June 12, 2012, 06:21:10 PM »

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« Reply #62 on: June 12, 2012, 07:19:01 PM »
"He didn't properly agree either!"  Mikhail complained, trying to palm the approaching pencil away from him.  Alexey, Mikhail and Dunya were the three most senior members of the Russian outpost team, and were the three that had the most control over the camp.  Any decisions that were brought up were to be made by one of them three, which was usually settled by a vote.  There hadn't been one vote that had went smoothly, Dunya usually disagreed with one of the Kirechenko boys.  In fact, Alexey and Mikhail wondered why they even let her vote -- things would run a lot smoother if they just decided between themselves what should happen.  "When it gets to the I told you so bit, I'm gonna drag you to that submarine myself and get a nice little reward."  Mikhail warned her, walking outside the door without thanking her for holding it open.

"Dunya, you go and let her in then."  Mikhail muttered, turning to his brother.  "Thanks Alexey."  With that, the younger Kirechenko stormed off to go and get some sleep.  He planned to get another hour in his bed before he had to properly get up and do whatever he had to do.  Which was nothing.

Alexey shrugged his shoulders at Mikhail, waving him away and looking at Dunya with his hands in his jacket pocket.  "You owe me."  He said quietly, looking around at the Russian workers who were starting their day.  One of them was transporting empty fuel barrels, which reminded him that very soon they would need to return to the German mine to pick up another shipment.  Alexey was hoping that Karlheinz would remain in the Governor's seat for as long as it took for the connecting road to be rebuilt between the Russian's camp and the German town.  He was looking forward to throwing away his skates.

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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #63 on: June 13, 2012, 01:58:46 AM »
Like Alexey did to Mikhail, Dunya waved off his comment about her owing him while she herself watched the Russian worker moving the empty fuel barrels.

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« Reply #64 on: June 13, 2012, 11:08:19 AM »
Alexey didn't exactly seem too happy when she continued the (unfunny) joke about Karlheinz asking Alexey out on a date, which didn't actually happen and the Russian was going to make sure that everybody knew that.  Or rather, that nobody knew the joke because if they did hear it, then everybody else would start teasing him about it.  Or... no, never mind.  It was getting too confusing.  Alexey watched Laura being brought in to the camp by Dunya, who was pushing and warning her about various things and her behaviour.  There was an awful lot of Russians around here with guns, and with the gate locked once again then there was no escape for her.  If they deemed her to be of no use, then they would either never let her leave -- or drag her kicking and screaming back to Stanger.

"Take her to the interrogation room."  Alexey said to Dunya, even though they didn't actually have an interrogation room.  But there were plenty of areas that they could use as a make-shift interview room.  He never took his eyes away from Laura, in fact, no one did.  Vitaly was still suspicious about her sudden allegiance-turn, and was convinced that she was going to pull out a gun hidden somewhere and start waving it around.  That was obviously not going to be a good idea.  "Someone'll be with you in a few hours."  He muttered to Laura, leaving Dunya to take her whereever she was going to be kept.

The Russians had only ever had to interrogate one other German, who accidentally wandered in to their area back in the first few days of the truce.  They were taken to one of the storage cupboards where he was locked in the dark for a few hours by himself.  Mikhail and Alexey were ready to go in punching and kicking, when word came through that Adalinda had organised for his release (or rather, they were told that it was Adalinda but she didn't seem like the type to actually negotiate for a prisoner).  Funnily enough, they never saw the German again.  Rumour had it that he had been killed because he was stupid enough to get caught.

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« Reply #65 on: June 13, 2012, 03:13:42 PM »

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« Reply #66 on: July 04, 2012, 08:19:03 PM »
Some Time Later...

Dietrich had returned to the island in disgust.  He had heard stories of Karlheinz's management by none other than Laura Fassbinder, a woman whom he had sold to keep the books in the green.  It was almost a chance meeting, with the pair meeting when Dietrich visited a friend of his for a dinner evening.  Laura Fassbinder, a freshly purchased slave, was serving drinks that night when she caught Dietrich's eye.  The pair had words, and he promised her that Adalinda would return to the governor's chair and make the island great once again (he eventually revealed to her that she was still living on the island).  Unfortunately, he couldn't bring her with him -- she was left to the life which she had been sold to.  He did feel guilty, although he knew that she would rather have Dietrich focusing more on bringing Adalinda back to her former glory than rescuing her -- a sacrifice to the cause.

His reunion with Adalinda was unexpected on her part, it appeared as if his message (which had been delivered with Mariah Wallace) had not reached her.  The pair held each other close, and he could almost feel a touch of emotion in their embrace -- something which Adalinda seemed not to display in public.  He told Adalinda of his plan, while Frederick was more than happy to assist him.  He may have been retired, but he still wished to do his part.

News had reached Dietrich that the Russians were almost finished their road construction, which would link up their base with the main road route around the island.  Dietrich couldn't let that happen, and he had come up with a plan which would require Adalinda and Frederick's assistance.  The trio would murder the Russian workers as they worked, and set off carefully planted explosives which would then cause a landslide -- similar to the events of many years ago.  Blaming Adalinda was out of the question, as no one was aware that she were still alive, let alone still living on this very island!

"What the hell's going on here?"  Pondered one of the Russian workers to his friend, as they sat munching on their sandwiches as the night began to darken.  "Check out the boots."

The four men watched as a trio of figures -- clad in (stolen) Russian uniforms approached them.  The (imposters) wore Russian gas masks to disguise their faces, although it was doubtful that the Easterners would have recognised them anyway.  Adalinda's hair had been hidden beneath the grey rubber, and they weren't educated on the ex-governer's choice of footwear.  Mikhail or Dunya would have pulled out their pistols right away, but this hesitation would become these slacker's downfall.

"Nice boots."  Grinned one of the Russians.  "You like... a ballerina in your spare time?"

Dietrich gave a smile of his own beneath the mask, placing a pistol in the gloved hands of his female accomplice.  His heavy breath did not need to utter a word; she did not need told what to do.  The Russian-German truce did not apply to them.  They were at war.

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« Reply #67 on: July 05, 2012, 05:19:44 PM »
The arrival of none other than Dietrich Schneider had been the biggest surprise that Adalinda had ever experienced; bigger than when she found herself in the company and care of Frederick Danmark the day Karlheinz had taken over her position and everyone expected her to die.

Having the man knock on the door to Frederick

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« Reply #68 on: July 05, 2012, 06:45:32 PM »
Dietrich and Frederick -- even in his old years -- were far quicker to react to Adalinda's gunshot than the three other construction workers were.  Dietrich slung his arm towards the pistol holster and whipped it out, aiming it towards two of the Russians who were sitting close to one another.  He fired four bullets in all, two for each.  The bullets penetrated their chest, giving them a few brief moments of gasping before death came to them.  Frederick finished off the final member of the team, and very soon the trio found themselves alone.  The Russians wouldn't have any idea what had just happened here, the wind was too wild and would prevent the sound of gunfire from drifting to their camp.

"Frederick, get the charges set."

The old man nodded, ran back to the truck, picking up the explosives which were connected by some wire.  He then found a suitable spot to begin placing the bombs, wedging them between rocks and part of the white hills which had been cleared away over the previous few months.  All this work would go to waste, and Dietrich couldn't be happier.  The Russians shouldn't have been allowed to re-build the road in the first place.  Dietrich's gloved fingers caressed the jaw-line of her mask, peeking in to the circular windows at those cruel eyes of hers.  "What have they done to your little island, Adalinda?"  He asked, shaking his head ever-so-slightly.  "I think it's time we finally get rid of this little rodent problem, don't you think?"

The consequences were obviously deadly, and there was no way that they could possibly defend against an invasion.  But the Russians had been here for too long, and it was time for a spring cleaning.  They were nothing but trouble, and had been the source of many of their problems since day one.  Yet they seemed to think they had some kind of diplomatic immunity, and were untouchable.  They were about to get a big shock.

Frederick finished putting the final block of dynamite in place, and unrolled the wire which was connected to the plunger in his hands.  He made sure that there was a lengthy distance between them and the site of the explosion, as he did not want them to be standing there when the rocks and avalanche began.  Frederick turned to Adalinda, and handed her the plunger.  "Would you care to do the honours?"

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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #69 on: July 06, 2012, 12:51:01 AM »
Watching the three men drop to the ground as their life blood bled out from their bullet wounds was pure beauty to Adalinda

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« Reply #70 on: July 06, 2012, 05:19:35 PM »
Dietrich watched the explosion from their safe distance, admiring the scene of carnage as the white earth covered the road in to an unpassable route once again.  He knew that it wouldn't take long for the Russians (and the Germans) to get to the scene of the noise, so it was best that they leave right away.  He placed a hand on Adalinda's arm and turned her direction towards the truck.  "We best leave that where it is.  Don't want them to follow our tracks."  While they had already left tracks, it only went as far as Germantown before they disappeared.  Dietrich had stolen one of the civilian trucks to shorten their commute time.

It was a long walk for them, as they planned to travel across the entire diameter of the island.  Dietrich wondered if Adalinda's feet would begin to ache with the length of journey -- even if she were used to them, he was concerned that she would begin to complain about any kind of discomfort.  When Adalinda complained, people got hurt.  And Dietrich didn't plan on coming back to the island just to die right away.  As the wandered further inland, there was no doubting that both major factions on the island had rushed to find out what had happened.  There was definitely going to be a lot of confusion, the Russians would blame the Germans for double-crossing them, while the Germans would assume that the Russians had did it themselves (so they could 'justify' a war).

In the distance -- behind the tall trees still sparkling with the remains of last season's snow -- stood the place where Adalinda once called home.  The collection of buildings now a distant memory to the tiny cabin in the north of the island, where nights were spent shivering with only a small flame to keep her warm.  Frederick did not feel the cold, but he did offer the princess as many blankets as he could.  He still did not think it was enough.

Dietrich stopped to look for a moment, before continuing their trek.  "Stanger is going to wish he stuck to making movies."

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Re: Dieselpunk-Deutschland
« Reply #71 on: July 06, 2012, 08:05:44 PM »
The trek was long and hard on Adalinda
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« Reply #72 on: July 07, 2012, 02:43:07 PM »
The Plan, Part 2

A few days had passed since the destruction of the new road.  The Russians and the Germans were at one another's throats, accusing the other side of being the cause of it.  Alexey and Mikhail asked Stanger why they would waste so much time, materials and manpower in to building a road which they had no intention of constructing.  They retaliated with accusations that the Germans had been told to reverse Stanger's decision.  Alexey almost swung for Karlheinz during one of their three meetings that week.

Dietrich wasn't finished, however.  He still had many more plans up his sleeve, and the next one was about to happen right now.  Dietrich had sent a message to Karlheinz that he was planning on sending a small shipment of weapons to the island today, some new rifles, various handguns and more ammunition.  It was all official, and because of Dietrich's level of authority, he did not need to ask for permission.  The boxes were sealed, and had been shipped off last night.  If Dietrich's plan had been followed correctly, then the German cargo ship carrying the weapons had already arrived at the dock, and the German guards were loading the crates on to a pair of trucks which would be bound for the military barracks near the mining facility.

They weren't going to reach the barracks -- Dietrich, Adalinda and Frederick were going to make sure of that.  Once again, they were disguised as the three anonymous Russians, hiding in the forests that bordered the road that lead to the German camp.  The road was booby-trapped, with various spikes and traps which would cause tyres to explode and puncture.  In order for Dietrich's plan to work perfectly, the first vehicle would need to be brought to a pre-mature stand-still after bursting it's rubber on the spikes.  The second would stop just before making contact with the trap(s).  When the 2-4 men got out of their vehicles to find out what had happened, the trio would spring from their hiding nest to attack.  They'd transfer as many crates to the second truck, and drive as fast as they could -- crashing through the checkpoint in dramatic fashion if needed.

No sign of the trucks so far.  It had been thirty minutes now, and with each passing minute, a restless Dietrich Schneider kept returning to his watch.  "What's taking so long?"  He huffed, yanking the gas mask off his face.  "Frederick... they haven't built another road while I was away, have they?"

"How should I know?"  Asked the formerly-retired soldier.  "I've been living in a bloody cabin for ten years."

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Dietrich listened to Adalinda and nodded reluctantly, in the grand scheme of things, it had only been half an hour.  The process of returning the island to it's rightful owner was going to take much longer than half an hour.  It had been months since she had been hiding in that little shack, and all the while Dietrich had been attempting to work out a plan to rescue her.  The council had sent him on almost pointless missions, and the suspicious Dietrich was beginning to think they had given him these errands so that he could take his mind away from the island.  For all they knew, she was dead.  But maybe they did not trust him in the way he thought they did.  Or maybe they were just so damned out of touch with the real world, that they actually thought having someone like Dietrich Schneider travelling all the way to Spain to send a letter was productive.

He replaced his face with the mask, making sure that his handgun was ready to go.  A long tube extended the length of the weapon, but it also helped to keep it quiet.  They were dangerously close to the first German camp, and they did not need the sound of their weapons to bring attention to them.

The traps worked a treat.  The trucks came to a halt -- the first one obviously unable to continue, while the driver of the second truck slammed his feet on to the brake pedal to prevent his own wheels from suffering the same fate.  Dietrich counted three men -- two in the first truck, one in the second.  He just hoped that there weren't any surprises in the back of the vehicles.  "Let's go."  He motioned to Frederick, placing a hand on the old shoulder and getting to his feet.  The two Germans ran as fast as they could -- not very fast at all due to their aging legs -- but quickly managed to dispatch the trio of Germans just like they always used to.

"Shit!"  Dietrich muttered in to the mask, as he remembered that Adalinda had wished for one of them to remain alive to tell the tale of the robbery.  He gulped, bracing himself for her reaction.  But then came another reaction which he did not expect.  The click of a gun.  The round barrel of a German handgun aiming at the back of his head.  There was a fourth man.

Whack!  Something heavy dropped behind him, and the Bavarian spun round to see the fourth guard slumped at his feet -- Frederick hunched over, holding his own handgun back-to-front.  The base of the handle had smacked hard against the guard's head, knocking him out.  A relieved Dietrich smirked inside his mask, once again patting a hand against Frederick.  "Thanks my friend.  You've saved my bacon."  He said, and he wasn't just talking about the mook with the gun.

"Come on... come on.  Let's get these crates in the truck."  He began, transferring as many wooden boxes as he could from the first to the second.  All-in-all, they could only move four before the truck got ever-so-slightly lower on it's suspension.  It had enough.

Dietrich raced around and jumped in to the driver's side, while Frederick opened the passenger's truck and held out his hand to help Adalinda climb up in to her seat.  "Takes us back to the good old days, doesn't it my princess?"

 

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