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Please take the translations with a grain of salt, German isn't my first language and Blake has yet to learn how to speak it fluently.

June 21st 1925

Anhalter Station, Berlin.

3rd POV

The scene opens in the middle of June. The temperature was sweltering this time of year, yet as passengers stepped off the train at Anhalter station, they were greeted with a thick fog that nearly blanketed the station. People begin wandering close to one another nearly walking over each other as they passed by a few limbless veterans begging for coins at the side. Berlin once known as Spree-athen has taken on another name since the war nigh on six years. Die Graue Stadt; The Grey City. Once a pinnacle of scientific and military admiration it has been left in ruins to pick up the pieces. It did not help that many political factions arose, all claiming to fix Germany's problems. Along with political unrest and tensions a huge wave of immigrants from Russia, Poland, Ukraine, Belarus, and Georgie fled to the west with most stopping in Berlin. Carrying their own political beliefs adding further disability to the city. Though the city looms like hot butter on a knife, threatening to fall either direction into the political extremes. It had a spark unique solely to Berlin and Berlin alone. With the shackles of Kaiser society off, came expressionism, new liberties, and in question sense of morality of the old with that of the new. These new freedoms attract many from around the world to the city. But not for the two who came on the Liège line, no they came on behest of Churchill.

Blake now dressed in her Nun disguise gets off the train. Followed behind was FEB, who was trying his hardest not to look hung over from drinking Geneve gin. The two moved along outside Anhalter Station onto the busy streets of bustling out in the Kreuzberg district. People walked in and too from many residents towards the inner city. Regardless however they needed to meet up with their contact. Someone who agreed to help in their mission. Churchill never favored the Treaty of Versailles. In fact he found the way it went about handling the end to the war as merely postponing the next. When the Spartacist uprising accord in Berlin nearly four years prior to Blake meeting him, it all but confirmed his fear. He had sent a number or recruited a few spies to live in Berlin. With the success of last February's mission Blake was tasked with heading to Berlin. Where she will live under her alias Sister Belladonna, a nun from Amsterdam that arrived on Charity relief to be administered in with the Reichsbund der Kriegsbeschädigten und Kriegsteilnehmer (Imperial Association of War Veterans and War Wounded) or RKK for short. Blake and FEB were given a crash course in German, to which Blake managed to grasp with ease. FEB of course more or less drank or slept on his lessons. But with an accent like his it would be impossible to hide his voice.

They passed by several buildings, huddled by limbless veterans, posters for various political parties and cabaret clubs and… prostitutes? During the war many moved to the city with 1/3rd turning ticks to get by. The Government at the time fearing disease among returning soldiers established legal brothels, even giving soldiers discounts for them in hopes of preventing an epidemic of STD's. Now with the war over and the horrors still among the masses the prostitution of Berlin nearly tripled with many various girls, boys, and cross-dressing folks of ages between 14 and 70 walking the streets selling their services. Honestly it was quite a shock for Blake who never saw anything such as this in her life. Granted she read books about the downtrodden girls forced into the sex work life in her novels back on Remnant but never she seen so many… or any in real life. She had to do a double take when she saw an alleyway full of girls providing their services so openly in the alleyway.

"Don't even think about it, cat. Grasshopper's are too poor to buy a roof over their heads… less so in keeping the disease out of their pant's." FEB said as he pulled Blake away. He had seen a renter before, even paid a few in his earlier days. He cared little for how open legged this city has become.

They continue walking till they reached the meet up place. A small café in Auguste Viktoria Platz, Romanisches Café. Looking for a table they were soon seated before given a menu. Blake took the time to study it in hopes of improving her German. As she reads through the only thing she could recognize was Weißwurst. A German sausage made from diced pork. Deciding to go with that she wrote on her paper for it along with a line she has practiced a hundred times.

"Ich nehme die Weißwurst. Ich kann nicht sprechen, ich habe meine Zunge verloren, bitte frag nicht." (I'll have the Weißwurst. I can't speak, I've lost my tongue, please don't ask.) She wrote before showing it to the waiter. He gives a nod before turning to FEB, he only mutters one word.

"Bier" He said to which the waiter nods. He then leaves. Blake looked at FEB who's not looking so well since their last adventure. Despite turning drinking as heavy as before she still was in a much better mood then before.

After their last mission she and Nora caught up with one another after she reported her findings. They talked for awhile as FEB and Monsieur Carron got acquainted. After which she and her went on the town with Carron's son Oliver. He seems very eager to learn about Remnant and seeing her Faunas ears made his ecstatic. He is currently working on an art piece of her, she saw the sketch and is looking forward to seeing the final piece. However with her work she doesn't have a place to stay. Thankfully Churchill has been very accommodating. He set up a system that get's mail to her and vice versa, no matter where in the world she travels. She had received her last letter only just yesterday but it was none the less to hear from a friend.

As she was deep in thought, the meal was then brought out to the two. Blake begins eating the Weißwurst while FEB enjoyed his beer. They sat there for awhile, enjoying the scenic view while waiting for their contact when suddenly a group of young and old men dressed in smart grey custom military uniforms. The older looking men had scars and medals on them identifying them as veterans. All had a Viking ship with the word 'Ehrhart' written on them. At the head was a man with a riding crop and monocle. He is a pudgy man with balding head and broom handle mustache. He then salutes the men he led before encouraging them onto the patrons of the Café. They begin moving about, berating the patrons, smashing plates and glasses, and using chalk to draw a right facing broken cross. As they do, the younger soldiers begin singing a jaunty and horrible song that Blake could barley make out.

"Lasst uns happy and cheerful; Und we freuen uns von ganzem all our darauf! funny funny Tralalalala, Knipsen Sie Walther Rathenau aus! The gottverlassene Jewish Sau; Your Regen wird bald be over! Then gehen wir glücklich nach home; funny funny Tralalalala, Der betrayal von Walther Rathenau will end soon! Er, die Jews, die Schwuchteln, das Bolshevik Böse kommt evil! Dann stelle ich den plate ein! Denn Walther Rathenau wird mit Sicherheit dine in hell speisen; Funny, funny Tralalalala, Knipsen Sie Walther Rathenau aus! The gottverlassene Jewish Sau; When er tot im the ground! I sing wieder freudig und freshly: funny funny Tralalalala, Knipsen Sie Walther Rathenau aus; The gottverlassene Jewish Sau! When ich schlafe, träume ich: Nun, Walther Rathenau, drive für mich to hell! funny funny Tralalalala, Knipsen Sie Walther Rathenau aus! The gottverlassene Jewish Sau! Ich habe ihn quickly put down funny funny Tralalalala, Knipsen Sie Walther Rathenau aus! The gottverlassene Jewish Sau! Rathenau ist a Verräter! Wen man nicht enough hate kann; funny funny Tralalalala, Knipsen Sie Walther Rathenau aus! The gottverlassene Jewish Sau! The godforsaken Jewish sow! The gottverlassene Jewish Sau!"

They sang this horrible song as they tormented the patrons. Blake remembers who these men are from a briefing on Berlin. They were a political party of some kind, The Organization Consul. They seem to be emulating the shambled organization in the south. Though the Munich organization failed with their beer hall putsch back in 23 they seem to be barley hanging on though admittedly refuse to acknowledge or associate with the Organization Consul. As the young sang, a few of them begins pushing tables rudely. Targeting those who were clearly Jewish or foreign. Pushing over plates. Drawing an iron cross on the table, and being a nuisance. As one of the OC members was getting rowdy with a customer Blake was about to get up and intervene when FEB grabbed her.

"Don't, they want to get a reaction out of you." FEB said as Blake sits down. She gave a look of annoyance as the OC thug's continue to berate the customers. "I know it's hard but sometimes you just got to let things…"

Before FEB could even finish his sentence one of those OC thugs who looked rather young knocked over FEB's mug of beer. He looks down at the spilled beer for a few moments before looking up. The young man gave a shit eating grin at FEB and Blake. After a few moments FEB lets a long and loud sigh. "… … … … … (sigh)… fuck it."

And before the young man or Blake could do anything, FEB stands up and threw a right hook that sent the kid to the ground. Seeing this, the OC and patrons begin to brawl. Blake rolled her eyes as she quickly joined in with the skirmish. FEB acted more as the bruiser. Going in to give these twisted Kaiser supporters a proper beating. Blake who didn't had that much hand-to-hand conflict prior to her recruitment simply moved about the brawl. Supporting the patrons who fought the OC. After a few minutes of fist being thrown about the man with the riding crop slaps the iron bar calling the thugs back. They then retreat before local officers' approach, leaving the patrons growling with anger. As they cleaned up the mess FEB felt a tug on his shirt. It was Blake who looked at him with an unimpressed glair.

"Was it really necessary?" Blake wrote on her paper before holding it up to him.

"There are three things in life you never mess with lass. My beer is one of them." He said with a humth not caring for Blakes disapproval. "Hey, I don't like being here so don't judge me if I am over protective of my drink."

Blake rolled her eyes before going to help a waiter pick up the broken plates. Unaware that someone was watching from the side. FEB spotted a figure dressed in a military uniform but before he could get a good look at his face he disappeared into the crowd. Annoyed he sit's down and orders another beer. Unaware of what the next few days shall bring with them.

After an hour or two of waiting, their contact never showed up. Leaving Blake and FEB to wander the city by themselves. Luckily, they had a backup plan. A safe house was established in the Mitte District. By the Elefantentor zoo. Entering they found a stash of hidden items smuggled into the country, including Blakes iconic weapon Gamble Shroud. FEB spent no time going for the liquor stashed away in the apartment. As he uncorks the bottle a knock came at the door causing the two to freeze. After a few knocks Blake reluctantly walks to the door. Pausing to grab a nearby 32 pistol she looked through the peephole only to find a young man. Slowly opening it, she the young boy spoke to her.

"Message für Sie, Frau Belladonna." He said holding up a letter. Blake gives a nod before taking it. However the boy didn't leave, rather held out his hand for compensation. Blake frowning grabs a few Franks before giving it to the boy. He smiles widely as he tips his hat to her muttering, "Dank!"

Closing the door, she walked over the living room of the safe house where FEB was. He takes a swig from the bottle of whiskey before asking, "What's that lass?"

Blake pulls out her scroll before writing, "Our Contact."

She then opens it up and pulls out a letter written in English. It reads as following "To my esteem friend of afar. I am sorry I could not meet you, as something truly important came up. I am staying in the Eden Hotel, the same where those Gryaznyye krasnyye were held before they were killed during the Spartacus uprising. Room 415. Please make your way to it at 8, for I have an offer your boss would like. – Sir PGC"

"Hmm, what a tube he is. Making us meet him after sticking us up in a Café." FEB said before taking a swig.

Blake nods before writing on her scroll, "Yes but when we got no options. He has what we need and so we should play along."

"(Sigh) Fine… but he better have vodka!" FEB Grumbles before taking another swig from his bottle. Blake rolled her eyes before finding her room to read. She needed to practice her German anyways.

Seven hours later, at the Eden Hotel

It was nearly eight by now and yet the sun has yet to set. Still the city seemed more lively then ever before. FEB and Blake made their way to the Eden Hotel where they found themselves in a lobby with voices speaking Russian as much as German was here. Passing by they got a few good looks from a few of the patrons as it was uncommon to see a nun walk into the lobby, or at least one fully dressed. Passing through the lobby they came to an elevator leading up to the top penthouse suite. Knocking on room 415, they waited till a man in a three-piece suit and fedora appeared. He spoke in a low grunt.

"G-zha Bellondan, g-n FEB. Prints zhdet. Ne khochesh' vypit'?" He asked in Russian.

"Um what?" FEB asked to which he didn't respond rather invited the two in. Walking in they found a lavish view of a part of Berlin known as Kietz. As they walked in they find a third guest inside.

"Um, Guten… Abend?" He struggled to say with a noticeable accent.

"Oh god a yank." FEB groans getting a nudge from Blake.

"Oh, you speak English?" He said with some relief.

"I do, the lass lost her tongue so no." FEB said only to get nudged from Blake again. "And who are you."

"Detective Hooker, From the Blackwood Agency in Arkham." The man introduced himself.

"Arkham. Bit far from home ain't yah?" FEB asked as hooker pulls out a cigarette. Offering it to FEB who takes one. He then offers it to Blake who declines.

"Yeah, originally I was sent here to help train the fellow agents in the Schwarzwälder Detektei. Along with that learn some things from the local police. Ernst Gennat is… well his methods could see police work and science advanced ahead by forty years." Hooker explains as he light the cigarette for FEB.

"Hmm, so if that's the case why are you here then?" FEB asked.

Before he could answer a man walks in dressed in a green Russian Tsar style Cavalry uniform. His chest full of medals as he enters the man in the fedora gives a salute, to which he returns it. In a heavy accent voice he spoke in English. "Gentlemen, lady. I am Prince Gabriel Constantinovich. It's a pleasure that you all made it. Please have a drink."

He then suggests the group to the bar where some spirits were left. As he pours them out he soon remarks. "So, for two of you I was suppose to meet up with you, yes? Well I'm sorry to say something came to my attention. Something that has caused me to seek out the Detektivnoye agentstvo Blekvud Who is with us now."

"And what would that be?" FEB asked in an annoyed tone till he was slid a glass of Vodka.

"A simple favor. Tell me. What do you know of the untainted masses that stormed my beloved Petersburg?" he asked as he pours a glass for Blake who politely declined.

"The Russian Revolution? Bunch of workers had enough and got together to form a country that is no better then the one's they claim to be against." Detective Hooker answer.

"A bit water down but yes. How did Yeats put it? Aw yes, Things fall apart/the center cannot hold/Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world/ the blood-dimmed tide is loosed…" He then paused as he takes a drag from his cigarette. After a few moments of deep thought he continued. "A half decade ago I traveled to Yekaterinburg. In disguised of course. I prayed that they be alive but… but it seems I will be praying the angles will hold them in their grace forever. But while looking for their graves I found some papers that suggest that one of them escaped the Bolshevik slime. I looked for her for so long… but it wasn't till today that I found her name in the papers."

He then pulls a newspaper. It was for today marking the anniversary death of a serial killer who took his life three years ago. "The Killer, Carl Großmann he had a list of names of the many girls he… he had. Some were the twisted killers victims. But one name that I found brought me a twinge of hope. Sasnovksia. We heard reports that the last of the line and heir to the true Russia, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia is alive and under the assume name of Franziska Schamzkovkas. I wish to recruit you three into finding what happened after her run in with Carl Großmann."

"You got to be kidding me. You hold us up for nearly seven hours to find a missing aristocrat who might not even be lost in the god damn…" Before FEB could finish the Prince tossed down a huge stack of cash, 160 British pounds. Blinking a few times he looked up at the man before asking. "Sorry you want us to do what again?"

Blake then pulls FEB aside motioning for the prince to give them a moment. She held up a note to him asking, "What are you thinking?"

"Look, this self centered twat has information that the bulldog twat back homes wants. Way I see it if he didn't showed up he probably wants us to look for the missing royal. So we might as well look and get paid in advanced for it." FEB said causing Blake to cross her arms in annoyance. Reluctantly she agrees, figuring they give it a day as odds are if this woman was the royal princes odds are she was long gone.

"Well, we're interested!" FEB shouts up to which Prince Gabriel Constantinovich smiles widely.

"Wonderful. I believe I have a place for you to start." He said before pointing out into the Kietz. "She had unfortunately found herself in the clutches of Großmann so she must have worked as a Chonte."

"A what?" Detective Hooker asked.

"Polish born prostitute. This city has as many names for them as there are different types of snow flakes in the winter." Prince Gabriel Constantinovich explains. Fortunately, the Kietz is a hotbed for these women of the night."

"And how come your not asking around yourself?" FEB asked.

"It's also a hotbed of KPD scum. I would stick out like a sore thumb as you would say. So that is why you will do this." Prince Gabriel Constantinovich states with a disgusted tone in his voice.

"(Sigh) fine. Why not." FEB said as he shrugs.

"Just one night. That's all I ask of you." Prince Gabriel Constantinovich insists.

"One night. If not for the extra dosh I'd say it won't be worth it." FEB remarks.

"Alright. Been meaning to stretch my legs into Berlins Chicago again for some time." Detective Hooker remarks before all eyes were on Blake. She looked at the three men before reluctantly nodding. She might as well get some practice with her German. Seeing all three are in agreement brought a smile to Prince Gabriel Constantinovich face who raised a glass to them before the scene cut's to black.

In the Kietz, Nearly an hour later

The scene opens up in the small district. As people walked from the many pubs, clubs, and makeshift brothels the three can be seen moving about the Kietz questioning the many locals. As they asked among the T-girls, half silks and fellow Chonte, Blake soon came to understand why Constantinovich wasn't so keen on coming here. Everywhere she walked she heard whispers and sneers about her disguise as a woman of the faith. The KPD had a strong presence here. When Trotsky took power he ended his long rivalry with Stalin, forcing him and his followers into exile. Most fled as far as America, but most moved into Berlin. Building their movement with the native Berliners already strenuous tensions started by the Spartacus uprising. Along with the Stalinist they had Trotskyites, Leninist and Marxist, fighting for control of the KPD increasing the radical external and internal fighting of these political factions. Suffice to say they were not a fan of police much less religious figures walking among them. Still despite the reservations or outright refusal on talking to a woman of the cloth, a few of the T-girl and Wild Boys seemed a little more open. Course they approached her believing she was a clientele. One group of Wild Boys tried to honey trap her, saying their leader knew more before leading her into an alleyway where she was surrounded by boys as young 12. But she was much more agile than these lot of prepubescent children, and without doing to much harm sent them securing back into the alleys that they provide their services in. After struggling for a bit she noticed FEB and hooker calling for her to come to them, with two T-girls by them.

"Lass, this is Zvua. A… what she again?" FEB asked Hooker.

"Telefonmädchen." Hooker explains as he lights up a cigarette.

"Right, telephone girl. Claims to have worked with Franziska Schamzkovkas back when she that murder Großmann had clientele" FEB explains before turning to Detective Hooker. "So asked her what she knows."

"Please teilen Sie us mit, er um… where Großmann seine Mädchen normalerweise abholen würde. W-W-Wi-Wi-Wi-Wi-Wi-Wi-Wir suchen eine Person, er um… named, um named Franziska Schamzkovkas." Detective Hooker struggled to speak as he didn't had a lot of practice.

"Ugh, Großmann... you know schon was. I mache es mir know zur Gewohnheit, mir die Gesichter my customers' zu merken. But he. I remember mich noch heute daran. Er war tall man mit einem foul Gesichtsausdruck, der sich anfühlte, als würde into my soul." One of the girls said before taking a puff from her cigarette. Blake could understand some words but only every other word. After taking a long drag she points to the blonde girl beside her. "Lulu hier war one seiner favorite. Mostly brings er die Mädchen, die aus den trains kommen, zu den Red Mills."

"Ja, I habe immer noch the scars, als er he took me Wursthütte in the Landsberger Chaussee mitnahm. Zumindest hat er paid me well und gave me a choice seiner Würstchen gegeben." The Blonde said before pulling down her collar to reveal bite mark scars on her neck. She gives a shudder before adding. "I glaube, Sasnovskio war his last Versuch, bevor er caught wurde. Hmm, I can mir kaum imagine, dass es jetzt schon three years sind. Oh, maybe ask Herrin Roth. She weiß vielleicht, wohin sie gegangen ist."

"She said, we should ask about in the Red Mill. For a Mistress named Roth." Detective Hooker explains.

"Red Mill, what is that an opium den?" FEB asked.

"(Sigh) Worse… a Cabaret. Club's like those are a dime a dozen in this city." Detective Hooker explains. He then hands the girls a few thousand marks to which they thanked him before leaving to find the next customer looking to flip a trick with.

"You wouldn't happened to know where this club is Yank?" FEB asked.

"Aye, had to drag a friend out of there. Not sure if they will like seeing me again." Detective Hooker explains.

Blake quickly writes down on her paper before showing to him. "Then what if we entered and you stay outside?"

"Heh, a girl dressed as a nun in there? Someone might mistake you for a Race Horse, and not the track and jockey kind." Detective Hooker explains before taking a drag of his cigarette. "Still I appreciate the offer. I can handle myself fine, even without our standard issued 32."

"Huh, thought you yanks prefer your 45's." FEB joked.

"Berlin ain't like Arizona. Much as I'd like my peace maker I'll have to make do with this." He said before opening up his trench coat to show them a 32. colt revolver. "Strict laws on guns but booze, girls and drugs? So long as you keep it in a club or house, or shack your free to do so."

"Yeah… welcome to Berlin. The Sodom and Gomorrah of Europe's ass cheeks." FEB remarks sarcastically as the three walked to a small distant before coming to a cellar door to a long-abandoned restaurant.

Entering down into a thick misted heavy cigarette filled room. Many prostitutes, patrons, and artisans all crowded into this cramped abandoned wine cellar to watch performances on a rickety and makeshift stage; or head upstairs to makeshift rooms that provide privacy for the one hour customers. Though strangely there seemed to be a corner that was well made with soft lounge sofa and table by a red light.

Moving through the tight crowd of drunken and whoring rabble Blake managed to squeeze into bar like area with FEB and Detective Hooker behind her. As they get to the bar, they noticed on the makeshift stage, the man with the Ventriloquist act lost the crowd with his terrible preference and is now being booed off stage. Shout's of sober and drunken jeer's contain line like, Alter Furz! Mieses Kätzchen! Raus von der Bühne! Verdammte Verschwendung! As the jeers and boo's can be heard thunderously among the patrons the poor Ventriloquist was pelted with bottles and tomatoes are tossed at the man who fled the stage crying.

"Huh… you know I still wonder why anybody brings tomatoes to events like these?" FEB said with a small smirk of amusement from witnessing the man booed off stage.

"You think that's bad, wait till you see Arizona political debates. We use more than just tomatoes." Detective Hooker said with a chuckle. Blake simply rolled her eyes as she wrote something down. She flagged down the bar tender.

"Ja? Was kann ich dir bringen" (Yeah? What can I get you?) he asked before Blake held up the note.

"Wir suchen Frauchen Roth. Ist sie hier?" (We are looking for mistress Roth. Is she here?) Blake's note read.

"Mistress Roth? Warum möchtest as a Boot Girl einsteigen? I'm not sure, was sie dir gesagt have, aber die people suchen nicht nach einem Nun-Outfit." He said to which Blake managed to get only a few words out of him that she understood. He then reaches out to remove her vail only for FEB to grab his hand.

"Hooker. Mind telling him that isn't a get up and we are simply looking for a girl that works here." FEB said as he tightens his grip on the bartenders hand.

"Es tut mir leid für sein um... Verhalten. Es ist eine Sünde, einer Frau den V-v-v-v-v-v-v-Vail auszuziehen. Bitte, wir werden so schnell gehen… um, wie wir gekommen sind, sobald wir sie gefunden haben." Detective Hooker explains as FEB finally let's go.

Reeling back from the shock the bartender remarks in a hiss, "Go Upstairs... jetzt geh with you."

FEB merely rolled his eyes as he get's up and heads upstairs. Blake follows after, with Detective Hooker coming up with them.

"Was that wise? Berlin is the last place you want to make enemies in. Everyone knows someone who knows someone. It's best to make friends then enemies when everyone has a reason to kill you." Detective Hooker asked as he passed Blake.

"Yeah, well get in line then. Got more enemies then friends anyways." FEB said crassly as he walked up the stairs to the private rooms.

As Hooker and FEB argues over the details of keeping a calm head, Blake walking behind then nearly fell over. She had a strange feeling of vertical before seeing the hallway like a static tv. FEB and Hooker seem to disappear, but instead of them it was replaced by a beautiful cherry blond haired woman leading her down the halls. As she is lead down the halls she got a sight of her hand… it was long and slender. And the back side was covered in dried blood. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't her hand but someone else's. She looks back up as the mysterious girl drags her inside only for FEB to grab her arm.

"Hey, you alright?" FEB asked, as Blake was pulled back to reality.

Blake held her head before shaking it. She nearly grabbed her Scroll but stopped for a moment to grab her note pad. Writing quickly, "I'm fine. Just… the Rauch."

"Not a fan of smokes huh?" Detective Hooker asked. "Hmm, I know a new recruit back in Arkham who's been on her partners tail about quitting smoking. I'd rather not you start up with that."

"She won't… she'll silently judge you like a fat fold." FEB said earning a glair from Blake. "See."

Blake simply shrugs off the two before walking to the end of the hall. She goes to knock on the door. To which she got no responses. Thinking Mistress Ruff didn't hear the knock over the insestive moans of the other room, she knocked a few times harder. Just then an older man with a greying beard appeared from behind the door. He peaked around before speaking in a noticeable accented German.

"Ich entschuldige mich, aber ich brauche nur noch ein paar Momente mit ihr. Ich schwöre, es hat nichts mit Sex zu tun, bitte kommen Sie in fünf, vielleicht zehn Minuten wieder. Danke." The man said so quickly that Blake didn't even had a moment to register what he said. Just before he closed the door however, FEB put his foot in.

"Oy, we ain't done talking here." FEB said before turning to Detective Hooker. "Tell him that we want to see…"

"I speak English just fine." The man on the other side said before quickly sliding out of the door. He seemed to be in his early sixties maybe late fifties with a knitted hat and grey sweater. "I'm sorry for inconvenient you… um. Odd lot but I swear I need the room for five more minutes."

"Can I asked why sir?" Detective Hooker asked before presenting a P.I badge.

"Huh, Svart-trä. My father told me how your agency once tried to hire him for an expedition to Utö. Not sure what happened but he told me that it's otur to be around you." The man remarks as he looked at Detective Hookers badge.

"Hmm, Swedish fellow in Germany. Not a lot of blondes left up north then?" Detective Hooker asked sarcastically upon realizing that the man before him wasn't a Berlin Native.

"Heh, funny but I'm married, happily." He said not taking an offense to it.

"Yet here you are in a house of sin. Your lucky I ain't in the business of carrying for that shite no more." FEB pointed out.

"Er… not what it looks like. I am here looking for my son. He… he was in Berlin some time ago and I'm hoping that by asking the Mistress of this establishment I can find him." The Swedish man explains.

"Uh huh… well if that's the case why not let us in. We have questions of our own." Detective Hooker said as he goes for the door only to be stopped by the old man.

"Um, well not now… see… look full disclosure. When we got to her she was deep in the um… joy powder. My associate is helping her clean up." The Swedish man explains.

"Joy powder?" Detective Hooker, as well as Blake gave a confused look when he said Joy powder. "What do you mean…"

"Heroin… course." FEB said grimly. "Brother died from that shite. Should have figured it be in here."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that." The Swedish man said only to have his sympathies tossed back at him.

"Forget it Swedish cunt, I'm not here for sympathy." FEB said with a disgusted remark.

"Hey, now no need for name calling." The man said trying to be polite. "Listen just give us five minutes and once she's clear headed we'll bring her down for you to discuss. Alright? Here. Maybe buy a drink."

He then offered some Franks as payment for the bar. FEB looked at it for a moment before taking the money. Heading downstairs to get a drink. Detective Hooker was about to call out but gives a small sigh. He turns to the man before pointing at his watch before heading downstairs. Blake gives a small nod and head downstairs. As she does the Swedish man slips back into the room. Doing so Blake couldn't help but over hear a familiar voice behind the doors. Course her senses were quickly interrupted when the door closed and all she can hear was the moans coming from the rooms. Heading downstairs she had to do was wait.

Downstairs at the bar… 20 minutes later

The scene then cuts to the three sat at a bar waiting for the man to bring Mistress Ruth down. However, it seemed she wasn't coming. After the two men finish their beer and Blake finishing a bottle of tonic they were about to get up when a massive crowd begins forming. All of them leering with excitement as someone had entered the club. Annoyed the group returned to their seats waiting for this crowd to disperse.

"The fuck there gawking at? Did the Kaiser come back?" FEB grumbles. Detective Hooker looked about the crowd before spotting someone familiar.

"Shit… Berber." He said as spots the center of attention moving to the reserve booth.

"Who?" FEB asked as he got a good look of the woman. A beautiful red head with a bob haircut. She had on a monocle with a long fur coat that she wore despite the heat. Crawling over her shoulder was a monkey dressed in a tuxedo. As she sits down with her escort she turns and spots the three causing Detective Hooker to try and hide his face.

"Anita Berber. She's a local poet, dancer, film star. But she has a reputation of making fool of those of authority status." Detective Hooker explains.

"Authority status?" Blake wrote before sliding it to Detective Hooker.

"Yeah… cops, politicians, Trotskyites, even us at Blackwoods. First day in the city she got a crowd of groupies unintentional involved with the Töchter der Roten Königin in the Mitte district. Made our agent's lives miserable with that whole affair." Detective Hooker explains with a shudder.

"Then why don't you arrest her for it?" FEB asked.

"The Töchter der Roten Königin is a still active group here in the city. Best to leave a public scandal like that out of the newspaper till we catch their leader, a woman calling herself the Red Queen." Detective Hooker explains to the two. Just then the escort from the table with Anita Berber approached the two before Detective Hooker.

"Frau Berber würde gerne mit to talk." The man spoke

"Ja? Wozu?" Detective Hooker asked before the man held up hand.

"Nein, nur mit her." He said before pointing at Blake.

She was genuinely surprised but looked at the two before standing up. Slipping a note to FEB, reading. "I'll be back. Keep an eye out for the Swedish man."

Following over the man she sat down beside Anita Berber who overlooked Blake with a keen eye. "So, was bring one Süße like you dazu, in diesen Club zu gehen... or in the Rolle einer solchen Drag-Organisation zu schlüpfen? Your süßer Weg, um ein Keuschheitsgelübde abzulegen."

Blake blinked a few times before writing down on her paper, "Entschuldigung, ich spreche schlecht Deutsch." (Sorry, I speak bad German)

"Oh… Speak English?" Anita asked roughly.

Blake responds by writing, "Only writing it."

"Heh, funny for a nun." Anita spoke with a heavy accent before leaning back as the Monkey crawled onto the table. "Still you don't need to write everything darling. I can hear you just fine."

"It's not by choice. I lost my ability to speak a long time ago." Blake wrote down before showing it to Anita.

"Oh, cat got your tongue?" Anita asked causing Blake to grimace. She hated that turn of phrase more then ever. However she simply rolled her eyes as Anita continued. "Well, it's a shame none the less. Beautiful girl like yourself without voice and yet takes a vow of nunnery. Or are you perhaps a Julie D'aubigny willing to sweep me off my feet?"

Blake gave a confused glance as she had no idea what Anita was talking about. She simply giggles as she reaches into her purse. Pulling out a note pad. "Do you mind if I use you in a play I'm writing? I call it, 'Der Tanz des Lasters, des Grauens und der Ekstase' or; The Dance of Vice, Horror, and Ecstasy."

Blake thought about it, but gives a small nod to which Berber quickly writes down. She then put's it away before pulling out a snuff box. "By chance you wish for a personal thanks?"

Anita then takes two pinches of the white powder and poured it out onto her hand before offering it out to Blake. It took Blake a few moments to realize this was a narcotic of sorts. Politely she declines, To which Anita simply shrugs. She pours the Substance back into her box before snorting the entire thing. Blake was taken back as she pulls back giggling as she wipes the coke from her nose.

"Whooo, Segne die Früchte der neuen Welt!" She said with a drug induced smile. "You sure you don't wish to partake? It put's me in the mood for a ménage à trois. Specially with someone so cute."

She said as she leans towards Blake. Placing her hand on her thigh a little to close for comfort. Blake politely declines by moving Anita's hand off her thigh. Quickly writing down as she blushes at this gap tooth woman smirking next to her face with the flakes of cocaine on her upper lip.

"I'm good, I already have someone in my life." Blake wrote before showing.

"Aw, well… then allow me to put on a show." She said as she hands Blake her Monkey. "Would you kindly hold my little boy."

For added effect Play Babylon Berlin Frenzy soundtrack

She did not really give Blake an opportunity to say no as she was thrusted the little thing into her hands. Anita get's up from her seat and heads to the stage. Getting on, the pianist begins to play as Anita preformed one of her poems before the audience. She held herself for a moment before grabbing ahold of her fur coat. Slipping it off and revealing to everyone that she was completely naked underneath. Blake nearly choked from the shock of seeing this woman showing herself off like this. And it seems she enjoys showing the crowd her body, as she turned to Blake and with a gap tooth grin flashed her tits towards Blake, moving them suggestively in a way that cause Blake to Blush madly.

With a giggle she begins dancing raggedly with an erotic artistic flair to the sway of her drug induced movement. She then sang a poem if hers with great delight. "I kam in einen Garden/Der Garden war voller orchids/So voll und rich/It blühte lebendig quivering auf/I komme not durch seine sweet Verstrickung/I liebe sie madly/sie sind für me wie Frauen und Boys/I küsste und tasted jeden until zum Ende/Alle died red on meinen Lippen/on meinen Händen/on meine Sexlosigkeit/that alle Geschlechter umfasst/I bin pale wie the Silver des Moon!"

With that finish she huffs as her cocaine high comes down. The crowd goes wild as she gives a bow. She then turned to pianist and gives her a bow. Possible with the intention of letting Blake see her backside. Blake covered her eyes with a huge red Blush. She had read many Icha Icha books in her life, her favorite being Ninjas of Love, but this… this makes those books look like old soup operas romances. Anita walks off the stage joining her escort and Blake.

"So, how was it Fraul Nonnenspaß? Did you enjoy the show." Anita Berber asked as she sits with her legs across her escort. Leaning on the table with a gap tooth smile. Blake tried to write an answer but Anita's Tits were moving about freely before her. It didn't help that her escort was now fingering her privates so openly. Eventually Blake managed to find some semblance of professionalism and set's the monkey down before she scribble an answer.

"It was… interesting." Blake wrote before showing her note.

Taking it as a compliment Anita pulled out her snuff box, taking another hit of cocaine. "I glad you like it! Perhaps I give you tickets to my next performance Ja?!"

She seemed excited a mixture from the rush of the drugs, the performance and now her escort licking her twat with enthusiasm. Blake once more blushing from this excessively lewd scene gave a shrug before Anita grabs her with an excited grin. "I'm sorry Fauline but has your eyes are cat like, has anyone told you? Hypnotic in glance I can't help but touch your face!"

Blake wanted to shout at her to get off her but Anita was frisking her face the same way a person one rub a pudgy cats face. She nearly pulls Blake in to kiss her in a frenzy of ecstatic adrenaline. But just before she could a loud crash can be heard. Two figures fell down the stairs in a thud, followed by four figures who seem to be fighting. Taking this as an opportunity to get away from this Horney woman she quickly gets out of the booth and writes on a note before slapping it on the table. It reading, "Excuse me. Need to stop this."

She quickly walked into the fight. Seeing four men were fighting two other's. She recognizes that one of the two was the Swedish man from before. Thinking perhaps these men were clients of Mistress Ruth. And were less then thrilled that someone was talking with her. As a drunk was about to hit the Swedish man with a bottle, she quickly grabs it out of his hand before smashing it over his head. As the patron stammers, away Blake pulls the Swedish man to the side before entering the fray.

Another of the patrons seeing her attack his friends rushed her. Throwing a few punches that she easily dodged. After the third hit she gave a quick kick to the groin causing him to keel over and vomit. As he does Blake kicks him in the head sending him flying into the bar and knocking him out. One of the thugs goes to jump Blake but was punched by the strange boy who fell down the stairs that started this fight. He was in a green sweater with shaggy hair that obscured his face. Yet there was something familiar about him. He grabbed the patron and pulled his head down to kick him in the head. Delivering a few jabs with his knee, he then strikes him with an open palm strike before putting him to sleep with an opposite open palm. The last thug pulls out a knife and in a desperate attempt to rush the two. However the simply side stepped him. Grabbing the back of his collar they pulled him back before throwing an opposing hook to both his right and left side of his face. Sending him flying to the ground with teeth flying out.

The crowd who watched this begin to cheer as it was a unique fight. As they do, Blake finally got a good look at the strange boy, and he himself got a good look at her. Blakes eyes widen in shock as she recognizes him. He was paler, skinner, and looked like hell; but she could not forget a face like that… nor eyes either.

"Hello… Blake." Ren said with a faint smile on his lips. Blake could hardly believe it. Before Ren could say another word, she quickly hugged him. She wishes she could say how happy she was but Ren more or less embraced her. "It's alright. I know what happened. We can talk later."

Blake freezes up a bit as she wondered if Nora told her and hasn't told Blake that she ran into Ren. Just then she felt someone pulling them apart and before she knew her cheek was against a boob. Anita had walked over and was excited by the brawl. With it over she was more interested to learn about these two interesting young couple… and possible get them into a Ménage à trois.

"Wunderbar, simply Wunderbar. Where did a nun and asiatisch learned to fight so coordinately?" Anita said as she held the two against her bear breast causing Blake to blush while Ren seemingly was unphased by this.

"We went to school together." Ren remarks as he get's away from Anita.

"Oh, now you must tell me more. Your friend lacks a voice so you should be it." Anita said as she grabs Ren by the hand and pulls her to the table.

"I think it's best that we leave. Our friends are with us." Ren tried to plead but Anita was way to coked up to think about it. So reluctantly he was pulled to the table while the rest of their group was left on the sideline as the scene cut's to black.

Hello everybody, Ich bin Wombag1786!

So… this was an interesting chapter to write. Got started the day after posting the last. For those who don't know the Inuit have a dozen or so words for snow. In Berlin, there are a dozen or so words for prostitute. Literally Berlin prior to the rise of evil was a city of vice, open homosexuality, and crime. (So basically San Francisco today but with less shit on the street.) I'm sure Blake will come to love this city as there is a prostitute tailored to every desire and need. (Except for Wild Boys. Get your mind out of the gutters she's a Faunas not an elf.) Along with that we get to meet the famous, Anita Berber. For those wondering she is a Historical figure with a… open history. Girl did everyone and every drug under the sun. Wrote plays, poems, and movies. Danced naked and intoxicated, and once owned a pet monkey that sadly died. (Smothered by her boobs when he got his head caught in her bra… huh… *Que Blood upon the riser*) But as fun as it to imagine Blake seeing scenes that make Ninjas of love look vanila by comparison there is an underlining evil in this city. One that will come to light soon enough. But for now, let's go over question and comments.

From Carre: 1. No problem.

2A. Heh, fun in the moment, annoying to pay for.

2B. *Takes a bow*

2C. He knows. Everything… I'm even willing to wager a lot longer then the story itself. Perhaps… he once ventured to Remnant… but that is a theory… for now.

3. Yep… how does it look? Shock by how open Berliners are back then.

4. Thanks

Thanks for writing Carre

From Black Cross0: Yep.

Yeah… he knows everything. As I told Carre ("2c. He knows. Everything… I'm even willing to wager a lot longer then the story itself. Perhaps… he once ventured to Remnant… but that is a theory… for now.)

No, he doesn't… though given enough time he will.

Yeah… though I'm not sure you'd expect such lewdness within the first few moments upon entering Berlin. Still I look forward to their interactions here. They don't do it often and I get that as having 8 main characters plus several dozen side characters it's hard to establish relationships like that. (Hell I have trouble when writing RWBY play Hoe)

Hmm, slowly. I'm getting there. Enjoying it so far but I had to stop after Ruby drank the tea… I hadn't felt a gut punch like that since Seeing Daryl getting shot in the Walking dead.

Thanks for writing Black Cross0

From Crimson: To use a local colloquium you may be familiar with… YOLO.

Yep… ICH BIN EIN BERLINER!

Thanks for writing Carre

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Thanks for writing

Well… I look forward to this arc. So many mysterious will be unvailed and we havent' gotten to the entity. Strap in boys and girls. We will be in for a ride. Till then please fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question down bellow.

Till then, this is Wombag1786 Signing off