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Gunter Hertz

Ex-member of the HJ; deserted

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a character in “Seeking the Blood Flag”, as played by FalloutRomanae

Description

Age
14

Date of Birth
October 12, 1931

Gender
Male

Description
Gunter is maybe 5' 3" tall and has a medium build. He has short, light blonde hair. His skin is pale and his eyes are bright blue-grey. He typically wears short pants, knee socks, leather shoes, and long
shirts with loose vests (All mute tones).

Background
Gunter was born in Hamburg, Germany on October 12, 1929. Gunter's parents died when he was 5 in an airplane crash, and when he recieved the news of his parents' death, he did not speak for 7 years. He was sent to an orphanage, where he was taught the basics that he would have learned in school. He also obtained books on Latin, which he devoured. When he was twelve years old, he was drafted into the League of Young German People. When his soon-to-be superiors came to the orphanage for him, the possibility of acceptance from these people filled him with joy. The first words Gunter said in seven years were, "Ich bin bereitwillig." ("I'm ready and willing.") However, he soon found that he didn't quite agree with their philosophies. Though his superiors indoctrinated him into the Aryan movement, he never actually believed in its teachings. He thought he did, he wanted to, but he soon realized his true mind. At fourteen he was drafted into the HJ, and soon into the fiercest militaristic regiment. Gunter participated in many battles, most of which he wishes he could forget.He was also in the Edelweiß Piraten for a short time, and this was when he got up the courage to actually defy his Nazi superiors. On April 14th he received a letter from his cousin Albert Jurgenstern warning him of the upcoming battle of Berlin. Two days later, on the 16th he had intended to desert, but his plans were foiled by Anna (see below), who refused to come with him and delayed him long enough to make him stay for the first day of the Battle of Berlin. The second day, however, he saw an opportunity to escape and took it. From Berlin he walked and hopped trains to Salzburg, where his cousin Albert lives. There he has been hiding from the remaining Nazis and the people who are coming after the remaining Nazis. During his time in the war, he made many friends, and also fell in love with one of the girls from the League of German Girls - Anna - while she was serving as a nurse. These friends cause him to be ashamed of his desertion, and he wants to get back to Germany eventually to help rebuild and to see if they made it through.

Personality
Gunter is quiet and determined. He was traumatized by his life in the war, but he is still quite a joker, and appreciates humor and sarcasm. He is terrified of the colors red and black, but he can't
seem to stop looking at them. He keeps them nearby whenever he can by keeping his swastika armband in his pocket at all times. He knows this is dangerous, but he can't stand not having it around. This is probably a symptom of his post-traumatic-stress disorder.

Other
He speaks German and Latin natively and English with a heavy German accent. He is unusually proficient with rifles and pistols for most boys his age. He keeps his old uniform in his room at Albert's bed and breakfast. This consists of a brown HJ (Hitler Youth) drill jacket with a "Deutscher Volkssturm Wehrmacht" armband, a tie, uniform shorts, and a flak helpers cap with the HJ insignia. (HJ summer uniform) He also has a HJ knife.

So begins...

Gunter Hertz's Story

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Gunter sat on his bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he gazed at the object he was holding. It was the familiar swastika armband that had been on his arm for so many years. Now it drooped limply in his hands as a reminder that he was not out of trouble - not yet. Though the war was technically over, there would still be Germans looking for deserters to bring them to justice. And not only them, but Allied troops would also be looking for Nazis to bring them to justice. Gunter was caught between the two, guilty on both sides - guilty of deserting his friends, and guilty of fighting with his friends. And now he was hiding out in his crazy cousin Albert's bed-and-breakfast to avoid both sides. Of course, he would go back to Germany once the dust settled. He had to see if his friends made it through the battle, and he desperately wanted to help rebuild. He loved his fatherland, but he hated what Hitler and his regime had done to it. He just hoped he could get there in time to help pick up the pieces.

The door opened, jolting Gunter out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Ella, one of Albert's employees, leaning through the doorway. She was a native Austrian, and despite Albert's reassurances, she despised Gunter. "Uwe's waiting for you in front of the inn." she complained in her mangled, Austrian German. "She wants you to help her clean the windows."

Gunter nodded, quickly shoving the armband back in his pocket. "Here I come." Then he jumped up, his face burning, hoping she hadn't seen him staring at the swastika.

She had, and he could immediately see the anger - and fear - in her eyes. "The only reason I tolerate you," she hissed, "is because Albert says you're okay. So far I've seen nothing to confirm that. You watch it, boy, or I'll get you outta' here faster than you can say 'Heil Hitler.'"

Gunter winced, looking down at the floor. Ella turned on her heel sharply to leave, but Gunter called out, "Wait, Fräulein Weber!" She stopped, turning around furiously. "Is... Have we heard any news of survivors? From the battle?"

"No." She replied coldly, then wheeled around and left. Gunter sighed, beginning to trudge off toward the front of the inn. When he got there, he walked outside only to hear Uwe snap at him to 'get his lazy ass over here and clean the windows.' Gunter walked briskly over, pausing briefly to look at the sign above the door. It read, Wurst Käse Scenario, the letters standing out with punny defiance. Gunter shook his head. While this life was better than the life in the army, the Austrians here were pretty vicious in their condemnation of him. It was alright, though. Albert was here and thriving, and that was enough.

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It was ten o' clock, and Gunter was exhausted. He had worked all day on the windows, and yet no progress seemed to have been made. Every time they fixed one problem, another one appeared. The windows were a lot like life, actually. Gunter ruminated on this as he shuffled off to bed. They were acting like the war was over - which it was. Hitler had died and the war was officially over, but it would never be over for the people like Gunter. He constantly relived scenes from the battlefield; he was paranoid about underground Nazi groups continuing to work at nabbing people like himself and punishing them; and he wondered about his friends. All in all, every day was an exhausting excercise in self-loathing, paranoia, and battle-fatigue. Gunter knew that he was suffering from the battle-fatigue that other soldiers often suffered from, but he would never tell anyone about it. Especially not Albert. Albert was strong and brave and fantastic. Gunter was... well, he wasn't anything compared to his heroic cousin Albert. Albert fought for the Allies, and Gunter dreamed of having done the same. They were both his heroes and his enemies. In any case, Gunter was certain that Cousin Albert the Great would never suffer from something silly and weak like battle-fatigue.

As Gunter walked into his room, he looked behind the door, scanned the room, checked under the bed, and then shut the door behind him, locking it. This was his custom. But then he thought that Albert probably doesn't lock his door at night. He probably leaves it bravely unlocked! So Gunter slowly turned the key, flinching at the thunk sound it made when the bolt fell into the unlocked position. Then he backed up slowly to his bed, watching the door the whole time. He sat uneasily on his bed for a while - maybe twenty minutes - simply staring at the door. He got up and hurriedly locked it. Then, in a fit of self-loathing, unlocked it fiercely again. Lock, unlock, lock, unlock, lock, unlock - snap. Gunter gasped as half of the key came off in his hands. He had broken the key in the lock. Wonderful. he thought. When Albert sees this... Frustrated, he ran back to his bed and plunked himself down fitfully with his back to the wall. Now the lock was stuck in an unlocked position. He would never get to sleep. The night passed, the hours stretching on and on seemingly endlessly...

Gunter awoke the next morning to Albert shaking him awake.

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Apparently, without knowing it, Gunter had fallen asleep somewhere around five o'clock AM. He was awoken around 6:00 by Albert, who quickly sent him into town with a grocery list. Fortunately, he didn't ask about the lock, or why Gunter was so tired. Gunter hoped he hadn't noticed any of that. But now he was in the store fetching goods for the inn. He would actually like going to the store if he didn't feel like everyone was staring at him all the time, condemning him. They weren't, of course. But he felt that way anyway. So while other boys his age were talking to their friends, scuffing their feet on the floor and wandering around, Gunter went about ducking his head and apologizing to everyone around him. He cursed himself for doing this as it made him more noticable, but he felt scrutinized already. He really had to work on being more undercover. But one thing comforted him: with all of the hatred of Nazis here, it would be hard for one to grab him in the store.

Around 8:45 he had bought all of the items they would need, and he was heading back to Wurst Kase Scenario.

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It was a little bit before 9:00, and Gunter was walking up to the door of the inn with a brown paper sack full of groceries. As he reached for the handle, however, he stopped. If he just walked in the front door, Albert might be there and see him, and then he might want to talk to him. Not wanting that at the moment, the boy took the sack and ran to the back door which led into the kitchen. Then he sneaked in and set the sack down on the counter. But as he turned to go hide in his room, he felt like a little kid - and a little guilty - at dodging his duties because he broke his uncle's doorknob. So, after a few minutes of thinking, he walked out of the kitchen. Finding Ella, he asked where Albert was. She annoyedly directed him toward the front desk. So that is where he went.

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Gunter was heading toward the front desk when Ella rounded the corner. Gunter saw the distrustful look on her face and thought it was directed at himself, but then another man came around the corner with Ella. He was wearing a stiff, black trenchcoat that seemed to hang on his tall, bulky figure with a sense of foreboding. He had a black leather case to match, and he was talking to Ella in a thick German accent.

"We don't provide telegram services, sir, but the office is right down the street." She replied with grudging politeness. "You'll have to deliver it there yourself."

Gunter was annoyed at Ella. For a start, she was ignoring him completely - he was their telegram-boy. Second, she was treating this man impolitely simply because he was German. Gunter almost forgot himself and offered to deliver a telegram for the man, but his paranoia vitally slipped back into his demeanor. This man was German. That meant that he was either a refugee to Austria like Gunter, or he was a Nazi. Deciding to play it safe, Gunter ducked his head down and passed by the man.

He walked into the front room and saw Albert standing, looking at the doorway. Walking over to him, Gunter whispered, "Who is the new guest? The tall German man?"

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Gunter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He nodded, taking in every piece of information that Albert gave him. Then as he opened his eyes, he saw a hint of something in Albert's eyes - was it fear? No, determination. Gunter's gaze wavered. How could Albert feel determination when all Gunter could feel was fear? "I hope so." Gunter responded to his cousin's question with as firm a tone as he could. He had to be stronger than this. If the supposed Nazi saw him acting like this, Gunter would become instantly conspicuous, just like Albert said. But then again, the man might not be a Nazi at all. He might just be a normal person from Germany. But there was a cold air about him that Gunter didn't like, regardless.

Gunter smiled an insincere smile up at Albert, then walked back toward the kitchen to get back to work. But half-way there, Gunter saw something that made him stop. The man's room was open, with Ella making sure it was ready. But the man himself was absent. Gunter was struck with a terrifically bad idea. But he was going to do it anyway. Briskly, almost without thinking, he walked into the room. Then he walked over to Ella. "That man - who is he?"

'I don't know.' she replied irritably. 'Go away.'

Gunter sighed, casting about the room for a way to identify this man. Then his eyes centered in on the suitcases. They would be the key. He quickly knelt down, trying to unbuckle the strap on the leather briefcase as fast as he could. Ella turned around.

'What are you doing???' she whispered. 'Trying to ruin our inn's reputation?'

"No!" He whispered back. "I have to see who this man is!" He almost had the briefcase open - in just a few more seconds...

'Ugh! You and your paranoid delusions!' Ella tried to pull him away from the guest's briefcase, but Gunter held on to it - causing it to fly open.

One piece of the contents of the bag flew from it unnoticed, landing in the corner and leaving an empty space in the bag.

Ella started to fret at him, but then she stopped as they both stared at the case. There were tools and instruments laid out neatly, strapped to the sides. There were pills in pockets and some tools that Gunter had never seen before - and some that he knew all too well. 'Close it!' Ella whispered fearfully, rushing to the open briefcase and looking back at the door. "He'll be back any moment - help me!" she whispered. She frantically began setting up the other bags as if nothing had happened. Gunter set to resettling the contents of the bag and rebuckling the case. He hurried with shaking fingers. Ella was right - he could be back any moment.

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When they had finally finished resettling the room, Gottberg had not shown. Still fearful, they both hurried out of the room and down the empty hallway to Albert. Out of breath, Ella panted hatefully to her employer, "That guest of yours is a Nazi! A Nazi doctor!"

"No!" Gunter shot back fiercely. "He's just a doctor." He couldn't believe that the Nazis had already arrived. He couldn't believe that one was in the inn at this very moment.

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Walter had awoken from many hours of sleep to discover that the plane was about to touch down upon the runway. The jolt of the impact shook the sleep from his weary eyes, now fully awake he prepared to exit the small craft.

Abigail had already climbed out of the plane and after grabbing the letters from the backseat he also disembarked. Having joined Abigail upon the tarmac she and Walter made their way to the shack which served as the terminal of this small private airport.

A half hour later a taxi cab pulled up to the terminal to whisk Walter and Abgial away to the hotel which Walter had mentioned within the 'Linz letter'. Walter escorted Abigail out of the terminal and into the waiting taxi, Walter opened the backdoor for Abigail who upon entering the vehicle scooted over to let him inside.

"Driver! Please take us to The Grand Royale in Linz."

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Adalwolf was very aware of the intrusion into his appointed room, sneaking up to the door Adalwolf pressed his ear to the door and listened. From within the room he could hear the commotion and knew that the invaders were searching through his 'special case.' Being on the opposite side of the door Adalwolf did not see the arrant object fly from the case and tumble its way under the bed.

The object had also gone unnoticed by the two people inside the room, this object would not be found by Gunter and his associate. After a few moments the two of them exit the room, realizing this Adalwolf went back to his hiding place. The room was now empty and Adalwolf was allowed to reenter the room to see what the strangers had stolen, but after checking the room thoroughly he couldn't find anything amiss, though the case exhibited clear signs of being tampered with.

When Adalwolf bent down to set the case right he noticed the object which lay beneath the queen-sized bed. Adalwolf was quite relieved that they had not found this particular item. The telegram still needed to be sent and so after hiding the item Adalwolf left to accomplish this task.

Adalwolf was confidant that the small object was now in a safe place away from prying inquisitive eyes.

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Ella jabbed an accusing finger at Gunter. 'This boy started going through his briefcase like a maniac!' Her voice was low, but the intensity of her demeanor was high. 'I told him to stop, but he just kept on prying at the case! I was upset about his incessant paranoia, but it turns out he was right this time!'

Gunter tried to ignore Ella, looking at Albert. "I'm sorry, Albert, I really am. I was crazy, I didn't know what I was doing, I just had to see who he is..." Gunter stammered, trying to think of something to say. He had acted crazily and now hell was sure to break loose any moment. Then he sighed and said, "We didn't steal anything, but we might have disturbed his briefcase. We set it all back together, though..." Gunter shuddered, thinking of the contents of the leather container. He recognized them from the war. Ella was sure that she knew he was a Nazi doctor, and Gunter had said that he was a doctor, but Gunter recognized some of the tools. Some appeared to be custom, not factory made, but some others... they were German engineering, and usable for torture. Gunter had seen some of them in action once when he had been sneaking around with the Edelweiss Piraten. The memory had never left him.

"Albert, I think this might be trouble." he spoke up again. "What do we do?"

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Adalwolf stood at the top of the flight of stairs which led up to the guest rooms listening to the conversation between the two young hotel employees and its owner. Adalwolf would not allow them them to intervene with his duties. What the three had not realized was that Adalwolf was not there for them, he was there under the pretense of seeking out deserters, the fact is Gottberg needed a place to hide out.

Although he had not come to prosecute anyone he felt as though he now needed to keep up appearances. He would have to deal with the hotel staff so that they would not blow his cover, and he had the perfect thing for such a task, it lay within his briefcase. Adalwolf looked down the hall at the door to his room, he thought about the item which he had hidden within the room, turning forward once more he made his way down stairs.

He needed to check on the telegram that he had sent earlier that day, walking right passed the gathering of hotel workers Gottberg walked right out the front door without uttering a single word.

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"As you pointed out Abby, this is a recent event, so there are no documents from which we might gleam some useful information." Walter said. Looking around the private room in which he and Abigail sat, he continued. "The reason we are here is because I was told that there is a secret passageway in one of the private rooms within this library, this room."

Placing his hands on the edge of the desk to push himself into a standing position Walter started the search. "Its here somewhere, help me find it." Walter proceeded with the search, first checking the obvious. "Maybe, if we're lucky there will be a hidden lever disguised as a book on one of these shelves."

Walter joked as he pulled back on each and every book. "Unfortunately I have no idea what kind of clue is hidden within the secret passageway, perhaps a document. Any number of things." Walter's voice became strained as he stretched to reach the top shelf, pulling on the last book -finding nothing, clearly this was not the way.

Walter let out a sigh of frustration. "We're not going to find it, we'd have to run our fingers over every inch of this room."

Walter took a step toward the medieval style table, he had only applied the tiniest bit of pressure upon the right corner when he noticed a slight imballance. Looking down at the floor where the right leg was positioned he noticed that the tile beneath the foot of the table on the right side was set lower within the concrete.

"Found it." Walter said with great joy. Crouching down Walter pressed down on the single tile with his fingers, the tile forced even lower by the pressure of his touch -it was a release mechanism. Directly beneath the table a solid slab of tiled floor slid back, revealing the secret passageway that Walter had mentioned only minutes before.

Walter now on all fours shimmied his way beneath the medieval table to look down into the darkness below. It was pitch black inside, all Walter could see were the first few rungs of a wooden ladder which were illuminated by the ambient light within the private room.


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Several hours later as the three Inn keepers stood within the reception area Gottberg Von Adalwolf returned, but this time he had brought along some support in the form of five heavily armed American soldiers. Using the telegram he had sent as an excuse to travel to the regional headquarters of the occupying forces -in the case of Austria at this point in time, it was the Americans.

The soldiers were fully aware that Gottberg was a war criminal -a Nazi, but they were under orders, and they were obligated to do whatever Adalwolf might demand of them. The fat sweaty man was still wearing his thick leather coat when he entered the Inn.

"Achtung!"

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Gunter nodded to all of Albert's instructions, berating himself for a fool. Albert always had the answer, and all Gunter managed to do ever was screw up. Then he turned and went back to the kitchen. There was work to do around the inn, and it would help keep his mind off the new customer.

A few hours later, Uwe rapped on the kitchen window. 'Hey!' he said, his voice muffled by the glass. 'Some help out here, please?' Gunter nodded and put down the green beans he was chopping. They could wait. Uwe had a short temper, after all. But when Gunter walked into the reception area to get to the door, he was greeted by the sight of the customer with five geared-up American soldiers. Gunter stopped dead in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at the soldiers. This was it. He was done for. There was no point hiding it anymore - it was certain that Gottberg knew about him. Now he was confronted by two of his enemies, though they were enemies for different reasons. Americans and Nazis. Gunter's paranoia crept into his conciousness like a pack of hyenas - swiftly and maliciously - and, for once not caring what Albert would think, Gunter hesitated for one brief second, then bolted back to the kitchen.

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Gottberg was infuriated by the suggestion of sarcasm in Albert's words, stepping forward in a most forceful manner Adalwolf responded to the young man's accusations.

"I need not explain my actions to you Herr Jurgenstern . You will do as I say."

Suddenly, as if on cue the soldiers raised their weapons and pointed them at the three Inn keepers. Taking a single step back Gottberg continued his admonishment. "These soldiers have been given specific orders to follow my every whim. They will have no compulsions about shooting you down on this very spot."

Gottberg lifted his right arm-extended two fingers and flicked them together in a signaling motion-the American soldiers responded obediently. The soldiers then forced Albert and the girl up the stairs to the second floor, as the other soldier went after Gunter.


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"Its him, the fuhrer." Walter let loose with his astonishing revelation.-the surprise in the whites of Abigail's widened eyes could have illuminated the dark cellar with their glare-slowly the realization of what she had just heard sank into her conscious mind.

Walter was now on his knees staring down at the two corpses. "Perhaps not!" He suddenly exclaimed.

"Abigail, did you know that the famous shot of Hitler's dead body taken by the allies in the rubble of Berlin was in fact a doctored photograph? It was faked courteously of the Russians. There are even more of these fakes in circulation in various countries for varying political reasons. Still others proclaim that they are the pictures of look alikes."

Not waiting for his stunned colleague to utter a response Walter continued with his revelations.

"I think that this may be one of the fake bodies."

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Gunter ran frantically down the hall, terrified. If the American were to catch him... Forcing that thought to the back of his mind, he turned sharply into the kitchen. If he could just run fast enough, he could make it out through the back door -- feeling a sharp pain in his right ankle, Gunter cried out and fell to the floor. He had turned too quickly and sprained his ankle. He glanced behind him. The American was almost to the doorway. Gunter tried to crawl on, but the chase was lost. It was over. This was it. He was sure that the American was going to shoot him down right where he lay, on the floor of his cousin's kitchen. Seeing the American emerge into the kitchen, Gunter held out his hands and shrieked in bad English, "Nein! Do not hurt me! Do not hurt me! Do not bring me to Germany so I die!!" Tears of fear stung his eyes. "You are an American, ja? I am with you, I am not a Nazi! I am not, I am not!"

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Abigail's questions caused Walter to consider a possible reason for why someone would fabricate and then stash a corpse under a library-particularly one with such a dubious history. As he knelt before the bodies the answered flooded his brain, turning his head toward Abigail's position Walter posited a theory.

"You remember what I told you about the flag-well I think that perhaps these bodies are test subjects-to see if the flag will live up to the legend."

No sooner had Walter revealed a possible explanation for the illogical placement of the two corpses the far wall was blasted out, the heavy stone fragments covered Walter and Abigail-Walter being closer to the exploding wall was knocked unconscious-Abigail remained conscious but foggy.

Abigail's last memory of that horrible dank hole was a black clad Nazi standing over her-it was Niclas Elbrich.

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Gunter had fallen to the floor of the kicthen, as the American soldier caught up to him-aiming his weapon at the young man with his finger on the sensitive trigger-he spoke to him in German.

"That is why you need to die....traitor." The look on Gunter's face was a mixture of confusion and fear.

"American! No my friend. We are a new breed. The new Nazi regime" Motioning with his weapon the Neo-Nazi forced Gunter into the front room and then up the stairs to join the other prisoners.

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The three Inn keepers had been locked in the room for several hours, totally cut off from the outside world, with no way of telling what was going on downstairs-Albert was particularly concerned. As they sat within the room they could hear the disturbing sounds of the Inn being torn part from within. More soldiers had arrived in the interim, as witnessed by Gunter who had taken a seat near the window.

The young chambermaid was standing by the door-serving as their lookout-after several hours of silence she suddenly heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the room. She signaled to Gunter to close the window and move his chair nearer to the bed, as to avoid suspension. It turned out to be a false alarm as the footsteps had stopped in front of the door-no one attempted to enter.

The young girl could barely make out what was being said, but she was able to capture a few words. After the soldiers had left she turned to her friends and repeated what she had overheard, telling them that the conversation was about a communique that had just arrived.

Apparently the three of them would be receiving the company of two additional prisoners-Although no names were mentioned it was obvious that the two individuals were of some renown-As words akin to Doctor and professor were being thrown about during the 'near whisper' of a conversation between Adalwolf and the guard.

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Gunter cringed at the gun barrel as he looked up it at the man's hard face. But then the man's words hit him like a sack of bricks. The new Nazi regime? No... It wasn't possible. Hitler had to have been crushed at the Battle of Berlin. So it wasn't over. The war was still going on. And they had just found Gunter. Shocked into silence, Gunter numbly got up and walked with the soldier up the stairs.

The boy sat silent for a while, not sure what to do or what to think. The war was apparently still going on. But what was it that these New Nazis were looking for? They had been ripping through the inn like a whirlwind for a while now, and they didn't seem to have found what they wanted.
His thoughts were interrupted by Ella, who frantically gestured for Gunter to get away from the window. He obeyed as quietly and quickly as he could, shutting the window and swiftly moving the chair away from it, then sitting back down. Then there were a few moments of tense silence as Ella listened at the door. Then she told them the interesting news.

"What do we have to do with these people?" Gunter asked. "Are they deserters, too?" Struck by a sudden thought, he asked another question: "And where is Uwe?"

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As the night approached the invading force of American soldiers dwindled down to only two officers-Thinking that Gunter and the others were too frightened to do anything brave or drastic. By the next morning the two new prisoners had arrived at the Inn and were immediately taken up stairs to the small room where the others were being retained.

Immediately upon opening the door the soldiers were rushed by Albert and Gunter-pushing Abigail and Walter aside as they broke through the two soldiers. Their actions allowed Abigail and Walter to make their own move to escape from the torture that they would eventually suffer at the hands of Adalwolf.

This was precisely the reason why Gunter and the others felt it necessary to take action at that point, their apprehensions were soon confirmed in a most terrifying manner. Making their way down the back stairs Gunter and Albert discovered the badly brutalized body of their friend Uwe-Dead.

Gottberg and Niclas were standing out in front of the building and did not hear the commotion, but then several gunshots were fired, the mortar, glass and wood framing of the dwelling had muffled much of the sound.

Luckily Niclas was standing closest to the house and was able to hear the faint sonic traces of gunfire. Adalwolf stood in his place as Niclas ran behind the building-Instinctively knowing that this would be the prisoners choice of egress.

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It was a long night. No one had any idea where Uwe was, and Gunter was pretty sure that they were all just waiting around to die. That was not on his plan for his life. As much as he hated running all the time, he felt they had to. They had to get out of here, or they would be killed for certain.

Albert sat on the bed and watched Gunter pace around, fretting. It was no use, really. What they really needed to do was come up with a plan. After a while of thought, he called Gunter over. "Gunter, I need you to listen to me, alright? This getting through to you? Alright. I think I may have a plan." ...

When the first light came through the windows, Gunter, Ella, and Albert waited tensely for the prisoners to come. Gunter had his Hiter Youth knife, which he had managed to conceal from the Neo-Nazis. As soon as the door so much as moved, they rushed it, pushing aside the soldiers and the two startled prisoners. "Come on!" Albert shouted to them, and they followed. After a few turns, they sprinted down the back stairs. Albert saw the bloody mess of Uwe and closed his eyes briefly, exhaling in horror. Gunter stumbled and averted his eyes. It was horrible. But they had to keep moving. Albert ran for a nearby alleyway with Gunter and Ella in tow. Once they got there, they sprinted through it until they reached a small building with one wall almost completely made up of a wooden gate. - it was Albert's shed that he kept in mild repair. It housed a Nazi Volkswagen that he had stolen from the army. He had wheeled it in at night time under a cover, even though the natives of Austria wouldn't have made a fuss that he had stolen from the Nazis. They all hated the Nazis. He had kept it there in case something happened. Precisely like what was happening right now. He ran up to the gate and unlocked the pad lock and chain, throwing the doors open. "Everyone, jump in!" he cried as he opened the door to the car and got in. They had to move fast. The shock factor of what they had done would have worn off by now, and the Nazis were probably pursuing them in an organized fashion.

Gunter had been pulled along by Albert until they reached a strange shack which Albert unlocked. To Gunter's surprise, it housed a Nazi Volkswagen. Then he jumped in on Albert's command, and so did Ella. "Come on!" Gunter shouted to the two Americans. "We have to hurry!"

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Abegail was being jostled around. That was the only thing she was sure of. Where she was, how she was moving and everything else about the situation made no sense. Her body hurt. A frown creased her brow. "What the hell happened?" Her mind struggled to find memories of the past few hours.

"Hours?" Had it really been hours? Abegail tried to brush her hair out of her face but found her hands tied. Opening her eyes she looked down into the lap. She was leaning against the side of a vehicle, there was a body next to her and the whole thing was moving. Abegail shook her head just slightly and a face appeared. NIclas. She remembered now, the last thing she saw was Niclas walking through the hole they had blasted in the wall. The library, the bodies....Walter.

Using her shoulder, Abegail pushed herself until she was a bit more upright. Looking out the window she had no idea where they were or where they were headed. Her lips clamped shut as she attempted to process what had happened and plan for an escape. A glance to her side, subtle as she did not want to alert the guards and Niclas to the fact that she was awake, revealed the other body to be Walter. He still seemed unconcious.

Abegail closed her eyes just a bit and tried to piece things together. They had been in the underground room in the library. It had been hidden in the floor and there were bodies in it. Walter had speculated that the corpses were test subjects for the Blood Flag. There had been an explosion and then Niclas appeared. It was the last thing she could accurately remember.

He was taking them somewhere. Why? He could have just killed them, why bring them along? Abegail sat with this question, watching through the slits of her eyelids as the outside world passed them by.

Eventually the vehicle stopped and she was pullled out. A groan escaped as she was roughly brought to her feet. "Ye canna be a little gentle? Na need ta be an arse." She glared at the man who pulled them out. Abegail blew a piece of her auburn hair out of her mouth. Bringing her composure back, Abegail turned to look at Niclas.

"Tell me, what is the point of bringing us here? We do not have anything that belongs to you." She barely controlled the sneer in her voice.

Another man, a large bulky figure joined them outside and with a flick of his hand Niclas dismissed his men to take the professors inside.

Abegail huffed as one of the guards grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. "Cannot even answer me you coward." This, the tone angry, Abegail tossed over her shoulder at Niclas before she was moved inside.

Abegail looked at Walter, wondering how hard of a bump the man had taken for him to say or do nothing in all of this. They were escorted upstairs. A door was opened for them but no sooner had it opened when a group of people came rushing out at her and the others. A yelp of surprise rose up from her throat as she was shoved out of the way of the fleeing people.

Yells and gunshots rang out. Abegail found herself on the ground, her hands still bound but the guard who had been holding her was now preoccupied with the others. Abegail looked around frantically for Walter. Despite the noise around her Abegail managed an audible hiss of his name.

"Walter!"

She crawled towards the now vacant room, not bothering to worry if her guard was going to follow her or not. She needed her hand free but the guards were on or blocking the stairs. This left her with the room as her only option. Crawling inside as fast as she could, Abegail pressed her back up against a wall, pausing to take a breath.

"What a fine you are in now Abby girl....."

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Felix Alfarth -exhumed
Andreas Bauriedl -exhumed
Theodor Casella *
William Ehrlich -exhumed
Martin Faust *
Anton Hechenberger -exhumed
Oskar Körner *
Karl Kuhn -exhumed
Karl Laforce *
Kurt Neubauer *
Klaus von Pape -exhumed
Theodor von der Pfordten *
Johann Rickmers -exhumed
Max Erwin von Scheubner -exhumed
Lorenz Ritter von Stransky -exhumed
Wilhelm Wolf *



May 19, 1945. Munich, Germany.


The city of Munich was heavily damaged by allied bombing, suffering 71 air raids over a period of six years. The entire city had crumbled to the ground with the dubious exception of several hundred feet around Königsplatz square, where among other things the national headquarters of the Nazi Party was located. This ungodly building had been partially destroyed by the bombing, it would later be demolished by the allies, much of the surrounding area had also been destroyed.

The only structures to have survived the allied invasion were the "Honor Temples" on the east side of the square where the remains of the sixteen Nazis martyrs (the 16 Immortals) who died in the 1923 were interd. It was no surprise that these pillar monuments would remain untouched by the war, for these were the orders given to the invading forces, the command to preserve the structures came from a joint American, German and British secret alliance.

This secret cabal worked within various divisions of the allied forces-To further their own agenda-Completely without the knowledge of their respective countries. The plan was to clear the city and secure the two sites to serve as the base for 'Operation Fourth Reich'-Being the very same location used by the Nazi for their barbaric and unholy rallies during the war.

Nine of the thirteen immortals have already been exhumed by the Russians, more are scheduled for exhumation in the next month-The October 28th deadline approaching fast.

All that is required now is to gain possession of the Blood Flag and resurrect the 16 Immortals and their leader Adolf Hitler.

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Walter and Abigail were still in a daze as they were taken out of the large German made Ford truck and shoved into the building and up the stairs to the furnished prison. The guards were behind them pushing Walter and Abigail forward, but as they approached the door the soldiers pushed the prisoners aside-Their hands still bound.

The two soldiers now standing before them opened the door; only to be rushed by the inmates within. Plowing through the soldiers and knocking the two scholars to the floor they made their escape, in the confusing of the struggle Walter and Abigail wound up inside the room. Walter was not as fortunate as Abigail, he had hit the floor in an awkward position and in much pain-Which however assisted in the breaking of his bonds.

The soldiers had gotten to their feet and after firing several warning shots they promptly chased after the Innkeepers. Walter managed to get free and after finding his way to Abigail untied her bonds and aided her in getting to her feet.

They didn't feel that they had much of a chance escaping since they would be following behind the two soldiers, they counted themselves fortunate when the soldiers, being confused by the scuffle decided to search each room for the escaped prisoners.

This allowed Walter and Abigail to sneak by them and make their way down the backstairs, they were eventually able to catch up with the Innkeepers at the small shack.

Niclas had just missed Walter and Abigail, having taken the wrong alleyway.

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Albert got in the driver's seat and opened the door of the passenger seat for the male American. Gunter and Ella got in two of the three back seats and opened the door for the female American. Once they were all inside the car, Albert took the car full speed (only about 60 mph) out of the shack and down the street. People just starting to go about their day screamed and dived out of the way. Cars swerved to avoid the Nazi car. The road was heading east, and Albert intended to take it all the way outside the city. Gunter was gripping the handle of the car white-knuckled, but Albert remained calm during the entire commotion. "Your names?" Were the only words he said to the Americans.

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Abegail let Walter lead her towards where he was sure the others had run. Behind them the soldiers still seemed convinced that the prisoners, for that is what Abegail had imagined they were, were hiding somewhere inside the building. Now, as she was fleeing from it did Abegail get a good look at the structure. It appeared to be an inn of some kind and likely they were to be held there until Niclas decided what to do with them.

Happy to have escaped, she slightly lamented the loss of her beloved briefcase and she hoped that it was a sign of the events to come. That briefcase had been with her through everything she had done in her life, including three previous trips with Walter. Now it was gone, along with her notebooks. Shaking away the thought, Abegail ran quietly with Walter.

He climbed into the passenger seat of the waiting vehicle and another door was opened for her. She slid inside, finding herself sharing the seat with a young boy and another woman. She nodded to them, unsure if they spoke English at all.

The driver sped away from the inn as fast as he could. Abegail turned to watch out the windows hoping no one had started to follow them yet. "Please just give us a little time to get away..." She jumped as the driver asked for their names.

"I am Abegail McHugh." She was careful to keep her accent as faded as possible. Abegail could be hard to understand when it slipped in and now was not a time for confusion. "I thank you for waiting for us before driving off."

Abegail clutched her hands in her lap, giving up on watching for a pursuing vehicle. She waited to let Walter introduce himself before she asked questions. She imagined he would have some for the three escapees just as she had. It would do no good to bombard them all at once.

She glanced at her fellow seat mates, attempting to offer a warm smile which came across as strained with the look of exhaustion and streaks of dirt that adorned her pale face.

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While Abigail and Walter were introducing themselves to Albert and his companions Niclas was cursing himself for letting the prisoners escape. Meanwhile Gottberg had left his position in front of the Inn and had walked around the corner-Gottberg was just in time. The small vehicle driven by Albert was rounding the corner when Adalwolf drew his weapon and fired several shots at the passing car.

The first bullet flew passed the vehicle without hitting its mark, the second shot penetrated the steel chassis; nearly hitting Gunter in the thigh. The last projectile succeeded with its objective-The young servant girl Ella would be the first of the group to die-Shot in the side of the head with the bullet fired from Gottberg's Luger.

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Gunter was surprised as the woman began to speak English. She didn't sound German. Slightly strange, like she was using an American accent that she didn't quite have. "Pleased to meet you, Ms. McHugh." Gunter said shakily. Albert just nodded. "You, sir?" he said to Walter. But as the man was making his introduction, they rounded a corner and Albert saw the Nazi Gottberg drawing a pistol to fire on them. "Alle runter!" he shouted, the surprise making him forget his English. Then he swerved the car back and forth as the first shot rang out, missing. Gunter ducked and yelped in surprise as the seat next to him was shredded by another bullet. Ella, however, was still sitting up in shock when one last bullet shattered her skull, a splatter of her blood hitting the back windshield. Gritting his teeth, Albert stayed upright through force of will and carefully controlled the car. "Stay down!" he yelled, steering the car to where it had it's back to Gottberg. Then he drove it down a side street. Soon they would be behind a row of buildings and hopefully home free.