Broadwick Castle
Chapter 2
Dempsey looked at Nikolai with a mixture of shock and sadness. The smell of rotting flesh hung in the air like a foul mist, permeating every fiber of the duo's senses. Dempsey dry heaved and Nikolai lurched over as the rotten stench hit their lungs like a lightning bolt. The smell was overpowering and as they grasped for a torch, they heard the tell tale shutter of feet to the ground as the stone walls creaked and groaned with the sound of a very familiar gait: She had found them yet again. Dempsey reloaded his Thompson as Nikolai stumbled around in vain for a light source. Just as they found one, a violent explosion rocked the area and Dempsey, praying that there would be no noise to betray them, heard another voice on the radio. Dempsey's face fell into a pale grimace as he noticed the faint glimmer of Marylou's pale matted fur and his blood ran cold just as the radio picked up a new signal. Dempsey, shaking in fear, picked up the radio and listened to the voice on the other end.
"RAF here. We've entered Bavarian airspace. It's bloody madness up here. No nazis, just lots of wolves. It looks like a fucking shaggy jamboree down ere. Anyway, we left a bit of a present on the top of the castle. Reinforcements should be here-"
Dempsey cut him off.
"Can you be any fucking louder! We're in the thick of it. Get reinforcements down here NOW!" he hissed at the top of his lungs. Marylou could see them from her vantage point, her blood red eyes perceiving them as a Predator might to human prey. Another bomb dropped on her position, flinging her to the ground as additional troops parachuted in, along with an M12 and crew. Howls answered the ruckus and the reinforcements did battle with the other wolves of the castle but it was a losing fight...until another bomb reduced the horde to a measly two wolves, the rest having been reduced to blood red pudding. With the last two wolves blown to shit via an M12 shell, the search was on for MaryLou. Another rope came down and Dempsey stood in shock. His exact double was standing next to him.
"Well color me fucking surprised. So it is true, the timelines are merged. I'll have to shoot Richtofen when I get back. Yoo hoo, writer! Ultimis, me, Primus, the other dude!"
Dempsey looked up in the air, unsure of who this dude was talking about. The other Dempsey continued.
" The Air force is carpet bombing the outside areas. FDR and Eisenhower have agreed to allow for Nukes to be dropped here to curb the tide of wolves. We think the Nazis were experimenting with Aether tech to bring in creatures from other timelines. Der reise was just the start. I knew the TMD was capable of time travel but not reaching into the veil and extracting another from the Multiverse, Maxis must've screwed up badly. we've got no armor nor extraction. We've got another brigade coming through: Taskforce Dagger, but they need thirty kilometers or so of space to bring in the warships Anson and Alabama. This leaves us Twenty Four hours to kill this bitch, clean the site and haul ass. Questions? Outstanding ladies, let's move!"
Marylou realized the tide had finally turned and ran deeper into the bowels of the castle. Every corridor had a werewolf in wait and every three miles was littered with traps. Ultimis! Dempsey started out with thirty six men. By the time they made it to the other side, there were only two men standing, plus six from his duplicate. The rest had been carved, eaten, slashed to ribbons and exploded. It was like the Argonne forest all over again. The corridor only allowed for a single file line, giving the werewolves a massave advantage.
The battle outside was a different story. Werewolves were falling left and right as more and more soldiers ran into the breach. Ammo was plentiful and the Air force ripped great holes in the werewolves lines. By chance, a lone spitfire managed to spot a patch of moss covered stone and blew a clean hole into it, allowing the bridgade to finally push into the castle. As Marylou fled the castle and, fighting past numerous soldiers, flying off in a plane, Alabma and Anson opened fire, causing the plane to crash into the ground, thirty miles from allied lines. Fighting off the cold, repeated patrols and hungry, the near dead marylou made it to a remote village and waited, all the while patching herself up. With her strength back, she transformed. There were no screams, silence hung in the air. As day dawned, Task force Dagger made landfall in the town.