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Into the Night
-Several miles outside the city-
"What is it we're transporting?" Trevor asked Andrew for the third time. They had been driving the truck for nearly three hours, and each hour Trevor seemed to lose his memory.
"I'm telling you for the last goddamm time," Andrew huffed, "It's some old statue that was used in sacrificial-watchacallit rituals way back when. Some archeologists found it in Egypt a few weeks ago, and we're bringing it to the museum so people can look at it and stuff."
"Way back when?" Trevor turned to him, "You mean like the '50's?"
"If you mean the actual 50's, then yes." Andrew growled.
Trevor started laughing. "The hells so interesting about some old statue?"
"Look, I don't know," Trevor said, growing more irritated by the syllable, "Just drive so we could get this over with." He sat back in his seat and pulled his baseball cap over his eyes.
"Unfriendly." Trevor huffed as he continued driving. 50 miles later, He spotted something on the road. It was an old automobile, and standing outside were a group of five men wearing raincoats and helmets.
"What the hell is this?" Trevor said to himself. "It ain't raining."
He pulled the truck to a steady stop. Andrew pulled his cap away from his face and looked up. "What is it?" He asked. "Why you stoppin'?"
"There's people on the road." Trevor responded, pointing.
Before the two of them could say anything else, one of the men walked over to the truck and banged loudly on the door to Trevor's side.
"Öffnen Sie die Tür!" The man shouted aggressively.
"What?" Trevor asked weakly.
"Ofen ze dor!" The man shouted again.
"Open the door?" Trevor asked again.
"Ja, ja. Ofen now." The man said, a little bit more relaxed.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Trevor responded, opening the door to the truck. "You could've asked me nicely, didn't have to go yellin' like that."
As soon as Trevor opened the door, the man pulled out a gun and shot him in the head. Andrew saw this, and tried to escape through his side. But, another man was waiting, and shot him twice. The man on Trevor's side reached into the truck and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He then walked to the back of the truck and opened the door to the cargo freight as his four companions joined him. Inside, they found what they had come for, the large statue.
"Öffnen Sie es. (Open it.)" The man yelled to his companions. One of them had been carrying a sledgehammer, and he went over to the statue and broke it's head off. The head fell to the ground and shattered. Inside the of rubble, the men found a small, blood red stone.
One of them picked it up. "Schauen Sie, ein Blutstein. (Look, a Bloodstone.)" He said, holding it for all the men to see.
"Ja, ist es. (Yes, it is.)" The leader said, snatching it from the man's hand. He then handed it over to one of the other men. "Holen Sie dieses zur Kommandozentrale, zusammen mit den anderen. (Bring this to the command center, along with the others.)" He commanded.
-Elsewhere, in the city-
Three men were chasing another man down the street. The pursuers were dressed in black leather jumpsuits, and were carrying large bayonets. The man had a large gash on his left leg and was limping. One of his pursuers lifted his bayonet and threw it at the man. It flew through the air and hit him square in the shoulder. A second pursuer came up behind him and slit his throat. The third pursuer grabbed the man and stabbed him in the chest. He was about to stab a second time when the second pursuer stopped him. "Sie täuschen, schädigen nicht das Herz! (You fool, don't damage the heart!)" The man yelled.
The first pursuer came up to them. "Schnell erhalten Sie es heraus, bevor die Energie stirbt. (Quick, get it out before the energy dies.)"
The second pursuer pulled out a large satchel, opened it, and pulled out a scalpel. He tore the man's shirt off and made a deep incision in his chest. Opening it, he reached in and pulled out the man's heart.
The first pursuer reached into the bag and pulled out a large, ornately decorated knife and a cylindrical bottle. He handed the knife to the second pursuer.
"Sorgfältig. (Carefully.)" The third pursuer warned as the second cut the heart open with the knife. A strange white mist erupted from the heart.
"Erhalten Sie es innen, schnell! (Get it in, quick!)" The first pursuer yelled as the second pursuer held the heart up to the bottle. The mist entered inside, and the first pursuer shut it immediately.
"Wir werden hier getan. Lassen Sie uns dieses zurück zu Befehl erhalten. (We are done here. Let's get this back to command.) The Third pursuer said.
As the three men stood up, they became aware of a strange fluttering noise around them. The first man turned around and stood face-to-face with an enourmous, shadowy figure. Before he could say anything, the figure impaled him on three huge, metal claws. The two other men turned around just in time to see the figure throw the first man over it's head onto the ground. The figure then turned around and lunged at the second man, cutting off his arms with it's claws. The bottle fell to the ground. The second man screamed in pain, but it was cut short by a decapitating blow from the figure. The third man tried to run, but the figure lifted it's hand and launched a bolt of red energy at him. The energy struck him in the back and exploded out the front, leaving a huge hole in his stomach. The figure picked up the bottle and held it to it's glowing, yellow eyes.
"Nazis." It snarled. "I hate Nazis." It threw the bottle in the air and shattered it with a single kick. It then leapt into the air and disappeared into the night.