Summary Extended: Why did Anderson display shock in the Manga when he saw Hans? He was looking at Hans and had an incredulity expression on his profile. Also, Dok would have needed some data from other genius than his own, even if he had to have someone steal it. On the way to steal this rival scientist work, Hans reflects upon the main members of Millennium as well as the mission at hand.
**FAIR WARNING:** Rated for racial slurs, blood, passages quoted from the book of St. Luke and harsh writing.
The Handy German SS Rank Translation::You will be needing to take a look at this if you are not familiar with SS/Wermacht rank and their meaning.
(SS Rank)Obersturmführer – (Wermacht Rank, Oberleutnant)Senior Storm Leader or 1st Lieutenant in the British and American Army Rank.
(SS Rank)Untersturmführer – (Wermacht Rank, Leutnant)Under Storm Leader, or 2nd Lieutenant in the British and American Army Rank.
(SS Rank)Hauptsturmführer – (Wermacht Rank, Hauptmann) SS-Head Storm Leader, or Captain in the British and American Army Rank.
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-Loyalties Proven-
By: Phantom Syren
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German Countryside
Summer of 1935
23 Hundred Hours
The ride was jerky and harsh one; common when seated in the back of a truck with horrific suspension, and a country road full of potholes. Seated alone and as far away from the opening as humanly possible, a lanky figure sat, legs sprawled out crossed at the ankle. Features not seen, his hat sat over his eyes, his chin tucked low into his coat collar, and long arms, hard with muscles crossed over a wide chest.
On the other hand, near the opening and looking out into the moonlight sat a woman, a musket as tall as she propped up on her lap, stretching out onto the truck floor. She gazed out into the open night sky over Germany. The moon full and her brilliant blue eyes shined from it, her wide mouth pulled back into a smile filled with pointed teeth.
"Vondabar," she whispered, her long braided black hair spinning out from her chuckle and her hand toyed with a pocket on her jacket, pulling out a bullet.
"Untersturmführer Günsche! Obersturmführer Van Winkle!" the driver shouted out of his window. The woman's head promptly shot to look down into the truck, seemingly looking though the back metal panel of the truck whilst the man dressed in a green great coat made not a shift.
"Ja?!" the woman called.
"Ve're almost there!" the driver called back.
"Ja, I can smell zhe filthy Jew blood!" she called back with a wide grin. She then looked at the man named Hans Günsche and raised one brow. He was fairly new; the Major said that he would have to prove his loyalties tonight, and that he was a werewolf of all things. She wondered how in the world they were able to get their hands on a living, breathing, still walking lycan.
As he did not react to the calls she and the driver made she nudged his boot with the barrel of her long musket. Still, nothing…With slightly narrowed eyes, she slowly pushed her glasses up farther on her face and looked back out into the night. "Verevolf," she grumbled. She thought that he should at least be nervous since this was, indeed his first mission.
As time passed by Hans did open his eyes but only right when the truck came to a halt, and Rip Van was crawling out of the back of the truck.