Disclaimer: I don't own BLOOD+...Production IG does.
PROLOGUE
Making an Appointment
James 'Ironside', professional German bodybuilder, could no longer ignore the incessant ringing of his phone. He had been trying to escape them for days, but they just kept calling. It was not his fault, however, that he landed on hard times. The rest of Germany was still reeling under the effects of the Great Depression, but hopefully the Nazi Party's promises to the German people holds substance.
That is, if he lives long enough to see that day before his creditors catch up with him.
"James Ironside, speaking," James said into the mouthpiece.
"Nazi Office, Long Live Herr Hitler," said a crisp, perhaps military, voice in fluent German. "Secretary Martin Bormann here."
James had to wonder for a while who the speaker was even though he had provided his name. He touched upon the memory of flipping through papers looking for work-ads but having glanced the front page. It was regarding Adolf Hitler's rise to Fuhrer, and that he had appointed the man he said was the most important to him to be his secretary...Martin Bormann.
"Long Live Herr Hitler," James said in return. Rumors were abound that the failure to return such a greeting may amount to high treason. "To what do I deserve this honor?"
"The Fuhrer is interested in your case, Herr Ironside," Martin Bormann said. "A professional, yet you abide by several fundamentals of honor that impresses the Fuhrer himself. So much so that you would not use your abilities to lift yourself out of the plight you are in now."
"I am honored that the Fuhrer is interested in someone the likes of me," James said.
"The Fuhrer is most eager to...assist you," Martin continued. "With a longtime business associate of the Nazi Party, he is intending to use your abilities for the good of the German people and, indeed, all of humanity. In return, he and the associate will resolve all of your debts."
"What does this entails?"
"I do not have all the details at this point of time, Herr Ironside. Suffice to say, your objective is to hunt down a professional assassin after the associate of the Fuhrer, who will stop at nothing to accomplish he...his task."
James fell into silence.
"What say you, Herr Ironside?" Martin asked.
James held the handset tighter. Desperate times calls for desperate measures, "I'll do it."
Martin sounded unfazed, "I thought so. You are scheduled an appointment with the Fuhrer and his associate at the Reichstag this Thursday, 12 noon. Don't be late."
James was about to put down the handset when he remembered something that had been burning in his mind for a while, "Sorry, Herr Bormann, what is the associate's name?"
There was silence for a while, as if Martin was contemplating whether to answer truthfully or not. Then there was a soft chuckle.
"Diva."
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