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The Mission
24.01 Hundred Hours
"Four kilometers from zhe house, south, south-vest" the driver said. "You're both on your own." He saluted and climbed back up into his truck. "Pick up un four hundred hours, two kilometers from zhe house south-east." With that, and a loud roar, the truck started up and began to move back down the countryside's roads, leaving one extremely tall Untersturmführer , and one skinny, almost frail looking Obersturmführer in its wake.
Untersturmführer Hans looked forward before turning his body heading into the thick woods, the Obersturmführer Rip, slinging her musket across her shoulders and following after with little or no effort.
Eyes not even squinting, the werewolf could see clear as day in the dark forest. His nose catching the sent of children; most likely the ones that lived in that manor on the other side of these woods as he walked on though the animal made trails, not making a sound. Rip Van on the other hand made clear enough noise for the both of them with her feet that it reminded him of a small team of soldiers marching. Half turning suddenly, he looked at her while she dusted off her jacket and slammed into his side.
Making a soft shriek, she fell back slightly, her glasses crooked on her profile as she looked up at him snapping at him, "Hans!—" and promptly ceased her snap when she looked into his face. His eyes were surprisingly blank, though his lips quirked into a slight frown as he shook his head once at her. When he did not move, her tone changed to a near shy one. "Vhy aren't you moving?" she whispered, correcting her glasses, hating the fact that even though he ranked under her, he had a commanding presence to him no matter what situation.
He shook his head again and this time, with his hand horizontal to his neck, sharply pulled and then put an index finger to his tightly sealed lips. He wanted silence.
"Oh….. I see Untersturmführer," she said looking down and away, clenching her musket. A few moments passed, thanks to Hans still making his point clear before he turned and started to walk again, Rip far more silent though far more behind at that rate.
He didn't need to cast a look over his shoulder; he knew exactly where she was. He also knew where the target was; the sent of the children still fresh in the air. Their sent was leading him right to the mansion.
Data gathering….
Not to long ago, Herr Doktor stood before himself and Rip Van. That mad man was easy to remember, thanks to his outlandish wardrobe, annoying skinny face, and his voice. Good God his voice was an annoying sound to his ears! Hans found out that he'd much rather listen to a woman's voice than that mans though he knew he'd grow accustom to it with time and that he was easy to get along with… when you said not a word. Aside from the man dressing like a harlot out of a horror fictional story, he was also a scientist, obsessed with creating a type of perfect or disposable foot soldier. Those days ago in the Millennium hideout, Hans had been slowly pacing the long corridors of cement and stone, making his way back to his own room.
SS ranking men also walked the dimly lit halls though they had a motive; someplace to be or something to do while Hans merely took up space with his slow pace. Nearing his own room and opening the large, heavy door the speaker in the corners of the halls spoke. "Untersturmführer Hans und Obersturmführer RipVan report to zhe conference room, level nine section three." Freezing in his spot, Hans closed the door to his room and now with a faster pace, made his way down to the conference room in a short time.
Upon entering the conference room which doors were open, Hans caught sight of Herr Doktor standing over blueprints and Herr Major seated at the far end.
"Ah, Hans! Come in, come in und stand," the Major said and shortly after that, he beckoned Rip the same way. Standing near the long table, both stood next to one another and at attention till ordered at ease by Major. Dok appeared to have a grim look upon his face while the Major spoke. "I've a job for you two," he said with a smirk, folding his hands under his fat chin. "Herr Dok, I should say has zhe mission. So please take detailed note."
With a hard frown on his face, Dok peered up at the two. Hans showed no reaction though it appeared to him, that the Doktor was annoyed about this; something had stopped his research on artificial vampires. "Danke Major," he first said before continuing on, "I need you to retrieve information… data, from a Jewish scientist zhat I knew back und my university days," he said, knocking his knuckles on the table lightly. "This is vital information for zhe Freak program, und as soon as we've an exit plan and enter plan made, you'll both be leaving immediately."
Data. Herr Doktor wanted this mans data. Dok had hit a hard spot, after many years of research into artificial freaks the mad genius had only gotten so far, and found himself in between a rock and a hard spot.
"Come 'here und study these blueprints of his house, lab, und family," Major said and pointed with his head. "You'll need to know vhere tings are, und who is most likely to be zhere… Rip."
"Ja Major," she said as she marched over and peered over the blueprints and files across from Dok. Hans stayed where he was, watching from a distance.
"Und Rip, Hans," the Major said, closing his eyes for a moment, waiting for both to look at him. Rip promptly raised her head while Hans tilted his and looked to Herr Major, "dis id Hans' first mission since ve brought him to dis establishment. Vach 'em closely…."
The rival scientist to Herr Doktor of Jewish decent lived not so far away from Hans; pass these woods and most likely across a lavishing yard. Untersturmführer Hans did not know what this problem was with Dok's research, and frankly did not care. All he cared about was the mission; get it done, proving his worth. Nothing else mattered to him. Not the children even or the fact that he might have to kill them. Rip Van was the one that knew what they were looking for research wise, and also had to watch him; report on his behavior to Herr Doktor and Herr Major.
Hans promptly stopped with these thoughts and looked to the full moon from under his hat and a tilt of his head to the side. He was far tenser than normal, thanks to its glorious loom. To anyone who did not know him, he appeared normal and relaxed, though in the pit of his stomach and how he slowly lifted his face from the coat collar said differently.
He could smell them: not just the Jew but also the priests. There were many of them and from the sounds of it, they were packing weapons. He could see the mansion now though the trees. He could hear all and smell all. The three…. no four children asleep in their beds, the wives' floral sent as she paced though the halls, the Jewish husbands brandy with ice clinking in the crystal glass, and the priests; the sent of old parchment and wet ink with light foot falls as they walked. He wondered to himself why these armed priests were there… perhaps the scientist knew of a potential attack on him for what research he held… That's the only pliable reason.
Rip Van had now caught up as he still locked gaze with the mansion. "Untersturmführer," she whispered, "attack when I say," she said, slowly moving forward. Blinking back to reality, his hand swung out and latched onto her shoulder, jerking her back with harsh speeds. "Hans!" she snapped a little too loudly.
Suddenly he heard not a thing from the priests in the mansion and he growled lowly, annoyed and glared red eyes at her.
"Vhat?!" she snapped loudly again. Hans closed his eyes and shook his head sharply and repeatedly is a shame-shame manner.
"Cover thaat dour and yoou cover tha windows! An someone hid tha scientist!" a priest called as he looked out of the tall windows, squinting at the tree line.
"Yea Father!" a younger priest called as he started to reach into his vest to pull out Bible pages, preparing to throw them up on the walls.
Hans pulled a modified Mauser C96 from his side, the barrel of the thing as long from his hip to ankle, and pointed though the trees at the young priest. He squeezed the trigger, the round sounding out, breaking though the glass of the house and hitting him square in the temple, his Bible pages falling to the floor and blood splattering the window and some priests standing by him. It was then Hans opened his now glowing red hues, taking his grip off of Rip Van and pointed her forward while he shot off into another place in the woods to attack from another flank.
Blinking herself, Rip Van looked to the mansion and charged forward till she was right at the tree line, loaded her musket and shot off her magic bullet, whispering something about liberation. It flew straight till it hit the windows, and started to zigzag though them, breaking them and spilling the blood of two or three more priests before they fell back. Looking up into the sky, Rip Van spotted Hans shooting up from the forest and into the night sky, sailing though it as if nothing could stop him. She continued to provide fire power, knowing he'd eliminate the priests with their blessed blades, stakes and holy water before she would enter to aid in the search for the much needed data.