The rain thickly poured upon the compound, even the troops had trouble marching around in the ever expanding mud. The guards at the spot lights keep panning over to the path leading towards the camp, they had gotten word earlier to expect a Gestapo. Every troop and officer tried to quickly get the camp back into place till the guard at the north gate rushed towards leading officer Hoffmann. "Sir, Commander Van Gann has arrived."
Hoffmann nodded sending the solider with the others to round up the remaining Jews and force them into their barracks as he marched towards the front gate. When he arrived the gate was already open as the black car rolled through the mud trenched road into the camp. Getting out of the vehicle was a young looking black haired man, dressed fully in the standard gray uniform and cap. This had to be Kriminalkomissar Van Gann, for the others that left the car were in infantry grade uniforms.
As Hoffmann approached Van Gann he saluted how one Nazi would to the next, planting his feet firmly together and raising his arm into the air. "Kriminalkomissar, I trust your ride was a pleasant one." The fair headed officer Hoffmann stated watching the soldiers exit Van Gann's car and noticed the driver. The driver was not only a woman, but a meek looking girl at that, long flowing hair, glasses rather large for her head. Of course she also looked practically terrified of what was happening around her.
Vann Gann gave a half-hearty wave of his arm as he looked around at the camp, "As one can expect from having to travel in the rain. I vant to see your Judes." Van Gann said as straight forward as he could when Hoffmann was done saluting and watched him nod and start to lead him through the mud incrusted ground. As they walked Van Gann was almost disgusted to see none of the prisoners outside, as it occurred to him something he was told back in Berlin, "I vas told by the Führer that you also had found something rather interesting."
"Y-yes sir." Hoffmann said as they stopped, quickly grabbing the closest guard and shouted at him in German. "Please pardon us sir, if ve had knovn you vere vanting to see this it vould have already been prepared." Hoffmann said growing ever more nervous, Van Gann kept darting his eyes over the camp, looking sternly and cold-heartily everywhere his eyes met. Soon the guard returned carrying a small locked black box, by the time he returned the rain was starting to die as Hoffmann and Van Gann waited inside the commander's quarters. Opening the box Hoffmann handed Van Gann a small musket designed lead ball.
"This it?" Van Gann asked looking at the ball, turning it over between his fingertips and tested the weight against the palm of his hand.
"I know it might not look like much sir, but believe me vhen ve tested it, it vas amazing. No matter vhat ve used for a target, or how hard ve tried to hide it this bullet alvays hit it." Hoffmann tried to explain, it did not make sense even to him but he had seen it, he knew that no matter how crazy it sounded, that little bullet would be beneficial to the Führer.
Van Gann nodded, as he kept fighting back the smile his face wanted to take. This was exactly what they needed, the small force Adolf was building for the supernatural definitely could use a magic bullet. Sticking the lead ball into his uniform's pocket Van Gann got out of his chair looking towards the door, "Now, veren't ve going to see the Jude?"
Hoffmann nodded as the two of them walked across the open area, the rain now more of a mist as the ground already started to dry up, leaving only the topsoil to a mud state. They walked in silence till they reached the closest work barracks. Opening the door Hoffmann waited at the doorway till Van Gann entered and saw for him the strict work they were putting the Jews through.
Van Gann looked around the room, seeing the sickly thin men and children working on assembling bullet casings. It was exactly as he was told it to be, all the prisoners broken down, none would be in a state to tend for themselves without them. Would not even last a few days without food. Vann Gann went up behind one man, his face flatten down to a point where his bones held more volume than his skin did, wearing a far too torn and lice infected shirt for the weather they were getting. Pulling out his belt buckle pistol Van Gann aimed at the man's ear, almost smirking as he pulled the trigger, both barrels launching directly through the man's eardrum and penetrated his brain.
As the man fell to the other side Van Gann turned towards Hoffmann and the ever gathering Nazi officers. Van Gann's eyes taking to them a red shade as his grin finally took hold of his features, "Kill them all! The Russian forces vill be here shortly and I doubt if any of you vant to face vhat they vill do to you. No time to gas, just shot them and burn the bodies, burn everything leaves nothing that could connect to this place. After this is done you are all to report to that village to the north, seize it for the glory of the Führer!"
From the car the meek female driver watched as it seemed chaos sprung up at the camp. Nazi running, guns firing at every prisoner, buildings catching on fire and in the middle of it all were her superior Van Gann walking back towards the car, his eyes a glow with redness. Even though she had seen him walk towards her she had not seen him get inside the car, thus when he said "Van Vrinkle?" It had startled her enough that her round glasses had fallen off her face. Of course he had gotten a hold of them and placed them back onto her face in swift motions, "Van Vrinkle, get us back to the base, as soon as ve reach Berlin I have a nev assignment ready for you."
Rip Van Wrinkle nodded pulling the car out of the camp and starting towards the base. Their plane arrived quicker than they had expected, though they were delayed from entering it due to a telegram that required urgent response from Van Gann. Of course she did not read the message but after the business was done and they were once more heading towards the plane she had to ask, "Vhat did it say?"
"Nothing, a straggler in Egypt vas demanding to see me. Told them to open fire." Van Gann said entering the plane before Rip. As they flew he noticed something about her, although her long hair was straightened a few strands in the front curled outward in a spiral design. On the privacy of the plane they met, Van Gann pulling young meek Rip to him, theirs lips locking in passion.
He broke their kiss, and while he was working on having her top removed he tilted her head upwards to meet his gaze, "I promise you Van Vrinkle I will never let anything hurt you."
Van Gann's eyes shoot open; he was in a different hotel of course, having leaved Italy shortly following his meeting with Miraki he was now in North Africa. Looking down he noticed her was running his thumb over an old silver plated medal. Of course due to him carrying it around the abuse it had suffered made the inscription and imprints impossible to read. He knew however, he knew how and where he got it, and it made him enraged. His lip curled as he jammed the medal into his jacket pocket the darkly dressed Van Gann turned to look at the time, he had to leave soon for England.