As he lay asleep, a dream going back to the war years commenced.
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It must have been some backwater on the Eastern Front. My men and I were searching homes because of partisan activity in our sector, then we came upon
this home; a very small and ragged one at that.
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Knock, Knock, a small man appeared with brown hair, blue eyes, and Asian facial features. He could have been no more than 5'2 or 5'3. In Russian:
How may I be of service to you captain? I pulled a cigarette from my silver case and proceeded to take a puff. I exhaled and
sighed. In Russsian:
Your home has been added to our list by command for a search because of sabotage on our equipment and supply lines.
We suspect the cause of our misfortune has its origin around here?
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You can make this easy or hard? taking another drag from his cigarette.
Very well captain. While still on
the door step, he turned around and gestured for corporal Siegfried and sergeant Schmeckleburg to join him inside to commence with the search. To the
other soldiers, still standing around smoking and sipping from canteens, he began to make a circle gesture which meant they had to set up a perimeter,
which they did. While inside, the sounds of banging and clacking could be heard as the men ransacked the home in search of contraband and
intelligence. He then proceeded to a small wooden table where there was a bottle of vodka, glasses, and a loaf of bread. While sitting at a table, he
poured himself a glass and took a sip. The man was standing in front of the cooking stove as silent as an oak in the black forest. In
Russian:
Come here and drink with me. I would like to ask some questions to develop my report. Are you the only person in the house? Yes.
Don’t lie to me because I have a knack for finding the truth. I am telling the truth captain! Very well. Is there a crawl space or basement to
conceal the enemy or weapons? No. What you see is what I have. The man nervously took a sip of his vodka while looking at corporal Siegfried
removing a floor board.
Dieter could feel fear being emitted from the man. Then Siegried chimed in, in German:
Captain there appears to be a hole and enough
room for a man to crawl in. Corporal fire your weapon down that hole I can’t have you walking into a trap. Expecting battle hardened
partisans laying in wait; Siegfried began to ready his Mauser.
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The man began to shift and shake nervously in front of Dieter as he pulled his Walther P38 from it's holster and placed it on the table. Sporadic
rifle fire could be heard.
Siegfried crawl down that hole and see what’s there and report. The corporal hoisted his weapon
back over his soldier and removed his pistol and flash light and crawled into the hole. In German:
Captain I turned over everything in
this house and no weapons, explosives materials, or intelligence. Very good sergeant. Be seated and pour yourself a drink. The sergeant began
to sip his vodka while the Russian man was clearly shaken with tears streaming down his cheeks. Dieter lit another cigarette and took a sip of his
vodka. Moments later Siegried crawled out of the hole. In German
Sir it was a massacre, I found three small children and a woman dead
from my rifle fire and no weapons. It must have been the man's wife and children? Dieter thought. In fury, Dieter rose up and struck the man
as he sit before him at the table. In German:
Swine! Why didn’t you tell me you were hiding people below?
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He proceed to cock his weapon and before he let off a round to execute the man; his face turned into the creature that attacked him at Stalingrad
later in the war.
He shrieked, still in his coffin, and began to wipe the sweat from his brow.
While out of his coffin and dressing, with the nightmare still vivid on his mind, he looked visually shaken. He went over to the sink to splash water
on his face, still deep in thought. These nightmares would happen sporadically since becoming immortal. Just imagining a couple thousand years of
those nightmares? He shuttered at the thought. Hopefully, in the future after meeting his master it will resolve his nightmare problem? He has checked
the archives at the compound before, but there is no record of a vampire meeting the description of his maker or possible whereabouts. It's only a
matter of time before I find him and I have more than enough. Now, for more pressing matters at hand. He gathered his things, already prepared for
travel by Reinhardt the night before, along with putting his pistol in his jacket and exited the room. He knocked on Reinhardt’s door, and in
seconds, the door swung open with the man carrying his luggage.
No one has to tell you when to get ready? Yes master. Shall I make
travel arrangements for New Orleans. No need. All that is covered by the organization. Very well master. Lets get to the airport. The two
exited the compound and there was a car and driver waiting. They entered the vehicle, and when the car began to drive away, he took another cigar from
his pocket, and lit it; while thinking about New Orleans and how to deal with Toodles and his potential treason? He knew that Zaio and the hunters
would be there as well; kicking over stones. Stealth and secrecy would be the key on this one. No grand entrances unless absolutely necessary. However
the big-wigs want to deal with this I am all ears; it’s their game after all. I’m just a lowly investigator at this point, but I’ll show my
teeth if backed into a corner. If everything goes as I hope; it should be a routine assignment and no different than the others from the past. New
Orleans here we come.
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[edit on 2-9-2009 by Jakes51]