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"Internal monologue"

"Regular speech"

"Foreign language translated"

... (Scene break and switch to another scene)

-- (Scene break, but revolves back to the same scene - or character - if that makes sense)

He nearly had him. He was so close... The sound of crumpling metal and a small wet squelch echoed in the service walkway. Frustration bleed through his clenched fist despite his discipline, at himself and the bizarre situation. He unceremoniously dropped the headless body, his hand wiping the blood off on its uniform. No sound came from any footstep as he hurried along towards the exit.

If he'd had gotten to him sooner, descend upon the unaware spartan a second earlier... He closed the door behind him, putting him in a guard filled hallway. He walked past them unheeded, such oblivious prey. Marines proved more attentive then these excuses of soldiers. The heavy vault-like door ahead released multiple clicks, the spinning light bathing the area in yellow light. Alarm sounding off, covering his approach.

The door swung open from pre-programmed hydraulics, revealing a group of men in lab coats exiting out. Their chattering stopped as they formed a single file line as the multiple guards checked their person with tools and their own hands. He shuffled past them and through the doorway into a more classified part of the building. His willing 'informant' have promised that his information was sound, and after some more persuasion; it seemed like he wasn't lying. He broke far easier than what he was used to.

He went past two intersections and made a left. A key reader sat next to the up coming door. He ripped the door off its hinges and set it beside the doorway. The small lab revealed itself at the flick of a switch, tables with all forms of parts and gadgets. Boards held up blue prints and sketches of theories and prototypes. He stalked around, studying each table's contents while keeping a watchful eye.

There. He grabbed a two small capsules with a crown, wiring within it. Grabbing the necessary tools from the surrounding area, he went to work. A minutes passed before the products were finished, careful to not break them. He placed one on the protruding part of his weapon and its brethren on his arm. A loud shrill alarm echoed throughout the halls and in the room. They finally found their dead brethren.

Heavy thuds thundered down the hallway. Going to one of the walls, he pressed the underside of a yellow cylinder battery. It expanded, arcing electricity to the new additions to his arsenal. A red eye glowed from the end of the hallway, hunting. Affirmative beeps sounded from his helm, the transfer of energy completed. Multiple blades of red lit up the room as if it was painted with blood. It burned against the air, regrettably from pure ions within the magnetic field and not the deadlier plasma.

"No matter..." The voice came out raspy, deep, and alien. The blades vanished along with his form, heading for his next kill.

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"Was it really wise to show him?"

"Oh Bubi..." A gloved hand caressed the blonde man's face. "It was all in good fun, wasn't it~?" An amused chuckle eased out her lips.

"Still..."

"He didn't even know what he was looking at, his confusion clear as day. If he did..." She patted the sidearm holstered at her hip. "I'm sure the Gestapo would like a word with him... as well I."

Bubi only let out a sigh before breathing out another puff of nicotine. The cloud sucked out through the gap of the car window. Engel only admired the passing landscape, the red banners and concrete accomplishments filling her heart with fervor.

"Ignorance is more than bliss you know?" Bubi peeked over his book at her. "Ignorance allows us to lead with great might and superior morals." She gestured with a hand. "All these people depend on us, Bubi, to protect the very foundation of our society and shroud their eyes if need be. They have no need to see the cancers that have yet to be purged." She glared at the young man, eyes burning with an intensity that he loved to see. "For a cancer grows and we don't want our great citizens to fall amiss now, do we?" She grabbed a classified file, red folder with a black stripe. "After all, an obedient society is a good society." She placed the pictures back in their respective spot.

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He clenched his fists in a futile attempt to will the pain away, still awaiting the pain killers effects. He walked with strained breathes down the hall, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Despite the pain, he was really thankful that it was non-crippling and all he needed was some rest. A gentleman opened the door for him and after a thank you, the sunlight hit hit him in the eyes. Squinting his eyes, familiar figures strode forward and wrapped around him. Vision clearing, a brunette bob pinned his upper chest and a dirty blonde took his hip.

"We're glad you're alright." A pained groan answered his mother. With the quickness, he was released. "Sorry, sorry..." She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, smaller clone beside her with the exception of dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Opening her blue eyes again, his mother beckoned her head toward the parking lot. She went ahead leaving the sibling with him. His sister only clamped onto a leg and held on.

"Mieke..." She only clamped harder. He sighed at that. He marched on towards a familiar car, giggling now audible as he swung his legs. He smiled at that, he missed her too. Mieke released and quickly ran to open the door for him in the back. Patting her head and entering the back, he sat behind the passenger seat.

Mieke following after, her form covered by the duffel between the siblings. He chuckled at that and again at the eyes that peeked over shortly after. The vehicle gave a jolt as it came alive, a scarred hand released the key. Blonde hair covered undamaged skin before it stopped abnormally behind the right ear. Green eyes glanced at Hans reflection in the mirror. His father opened the glove compartment and pulled a sealed envelope out. The red wax seal of an eagle stood out.

He didn't like the look of displeasure on his father's face when he took it. Opening it and reading its contents gave in a roller coaster of emotions. A brow rose, then confusion leading to disbelief.

"I'm being reassigned?" The vehicle pulled out of its parking space.

"Immediately. Due to your service and contributions so far in T.U.B., you have been selected for this position." The hoarse, but firm voice continued. "Considering your injuries as well, this will be of great benefit for you." The car joined the everyday traffic.

"In Eisenworld Prison?" Said building grew bigger as they conversed.

"They have need of those that can make machines talk and operate properly. Like the panzerhunds."

"You mean my work in A.I. development."

"Yes, yes that." He waved it off. Still...something was off. Reading his orders again, the issue date was only a few hours ago.

"Be careful who you ask such questions. For they may be your last." Ah hell... he shouldn't have grabbed that fuckin' cup of kaffee...

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Titanium buried themselves in the asphalt, the green stake impaling the entirety of the van and shattering the axle. A pair of open palms, for lack of a better term, backhanding the Nazis closest to the door. Their helms bouncing of the walls and landing onto the floor around his waist. The panicked and startled yelps quickly cut short by two, handgun and tool fumbling their belts.

"What is that?!" Their vests pulled towards each other, heads slamming together with a load clang.

"Shut it, and drive!" The engine roared fruitlessly, attempting to drive a handicapped machine. Gauntlets speared the cabin wall, fishing for the remaining targets. His left hand found his mark, fingers coiling around the fabric.

"G-Get it off me!" Frantic motions pulled at the iron grip.

"Hold on!" Bullets shot through the wall, the spartan flaring gold. A metallic click answered Chief.

"FUCK!" He jerked his hand leading to the creation of a Nazi depression. Labored gasping gave him the driver's thoughts.

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He grabbed his knife and stabbed at the mechanical hand only to meet a golden hexagon. It bounced off, nearly cutting his teammate in the process.

"...help...me..." Trembling uncontrollably, he cut at the cloth instead. The other giant hand clawed in the air at his vacant seat, sole surviving man on the car mat shrinking out of reach. Another slam echoed in the cabin, his teammate imbedding further. He reached back to cut him free -

Inhumanly large arms wrapped around and pulled. Tearing of metal screeching in his ears, fueling his response to flight. He pulled the door handle and pushed the door out, unceremoniously falling onto the asphalt. He didn't register the pain, only stumbling to get the fuck out. He ran, adrenaline pumping in his veins. He needed to get away from it and-

His own vest dug into his chest and neck, constricting his precious supply of air. Increasingly panicked chokes escaping his throat, as he clawed for the zipper. Looking over his shoulder, his hidden visage turned even paler at the line connecting him and into the windshield. Knife in hand, he struck the cord again and again until it emitted blue li-

"Blue?" Pain. Pure pain flared across his body, his muscles tensed even harder than what a 10 hour workout can do. All he could do was scream through gritted teeth that threatened to shatter. In his shocked state, he didn't feel the sudden acceleration; but enjoyed the dark aftermath nonetheless.

T.U.B. - Technical University of Berlin