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Seeking the Blood Flag

United States, Connecticut, Austria.

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United States, Connecticut, Austria. is a part of Seeking the Blood Flag.

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Dr. Walter Rivers, Master of Occult sciences [89] Professor at Marshall College, Connecticut
Gunter Hertz [87] Ex-member of the HJ; deserted
Gottberg Von Adalwolf [42] SS officer, special division
Albert Jurgenstern [33] Ex Nazi soldier, now owns bed-and-breakfast in Salzburg
Niclas W. Elberich [27] SS Officer

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Gunter sighed when it was time to get out and walk. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He wanted to just sit and think and think and think. But there was no time for that now. They needed to move. So he clambered out of the Jeep, banishing all thoughts of Albert from his mind. He tried to focus on the task at hand - get to the museum and steal the flag. Walter said it would be easy, that the absence of soldiers made it simple. But that was wrong. Nothing was easy. Abigail's voice interrupted his thoughts.

'Oh, Walter... Walter wait... He is covered in blood, we can't just go walking into town with him like that.'

Gunter looked down at his shirt and remembered that he was, in fact, covered in blood. He started to feel sick again and could feel the congealed blood sticking to his skin. They did need to find clothes soon. Her other words washed over him along with a wave of heat, and then a wave of cold. He couldn't quite hear her. It was like he was trying very hard not to fall asleep. He recognized the feeling from after a battle: he was going into shock. He often got this way after a particularly traumatic confrontation. Post-combat shakes was what most people called it. He numbly followed Abigail over to the house and heard her say something. He couldn't really discern it. It echoed to him a million times until he finally heard,

'So...beg, borrow or steal?'

He liked none of the options. Thinking was hard to do, but he finally managed to mumble in a garbled voice that was almost impossible to understand combined with his heavy accent, "Shteal. Bu' shomone else should do it. I am not feeling vell."

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Walter, Gunter and Abigail now stood at the very edge of town, several hundred feet from the first set of small houses. Turning to look down the first alleyway Walter pointed to a house down at the end of the block.

"There will be no need to steal." Turning back to the others.

"My contact lives just down there. I'm sure that he will assist us with anything that we might need."

Walter turned and began to walk down the alleyway-Continuing to talk-His words growing fainter as he walked. "Follow me, just keep to the shadows. Its not far."

Abigail and Gunter followed after Walter as the three of them were swallowed by the darkness. From the opposite end of the ally, from which they had just come, a figure stepped out from behind a building and watched them as they disappeared from sight.

Now standing at the front door of a white house with light blue window trim Walter proceeded to gently knock on the hard wood door.

After waiting for several moments Walter turned to his companions with a mixed look of uncertainty and concern, suddenly the door opened to reveal a tall man with black hair and a full white beard. Abigail and Gunter had felt a slight tinge of fear and uncertainty as the door slowly creaked open, but after receiving a friendly welcome from the thin man they entered the dwelling freely and with great relief.

"Ah, Walter. My dear friend. Welcome to free Linz, pride of Austria."

Turning his head to look at the two people standing behind Walter. "And you have brought friends, splendid."

Now stepping aside and gesturing with his hand. "Please do come in, my home is yours."

The strangers welcome seemed a bit odd to Abigail and Gunter, who wondered why he made no remark concerning the reddish and frayed state of their attire. The three house guests entered the well furnished home and were immediately escorted to the living room area.

"Please sit my friends." Once gain gesturing with his hands as he spoke.

Several times within the next 15 minutes Walter had looked over to Abagail and Gunter, who were sitting to his right. Knowing that they were pressed for time but not wanting to be rude the three road weary travelers sat and talked.

Eventually it came time for them to leave for the museum which stood on the west side of the small town. Walter's friend, who Abigail and Gunter had learned was Anders Bauer, happily offered his personal vehicle for the short journey.

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Abegail crouched in the greenery and waited for an answer. The first one to answer was Gunter but it was garbled, heavy accented and weak. She turned to look at him, concerned about the boy. The sight that met her eyes made Abegail gasp and forget about needing clothes.

Gunter was pale, a slight sheen of sweat and green tinge to his skin. Abegail was able to make out the end of what he said. “I am not feeling vell."

Moving closer to him she reached out and gently held him up. In her softest, most comforting tone she whispered to him. “It's alright now...ye'll be alright.” She gently brushed the hair from his forehead, feeling the clammy skin under her fingertips. He had been through a lot and Abegail was worried now about keeping such a young boy with them on such a dangerous task.

Walter looked back at them, pointing to a house. He started walking again and Abegail did her best to help Gunter move slowly towards where Walter had pointed. The pair followed the professor but Abegail did while only half paying attention, her focus was on Gunter and making sure the boy made it to some place where he could sit down. She understood that Walter was eager to get moving but she felt they needed to ensure that this boy, now in their care was looked after.

They stayed in the shadows as Walter requested. Abegail kept talking to Gunter as they walked. “We'll get ye some clean clothes and some water.”

She began humming softly to him as they walked, not sure what else to say. It was a song her mother used to sing to her when Abegail was young. It was all she could think to do.

Walter stopped at a house and knocked on the door. The figure that appeared made Abegail pause. She pushed Gunter slightly behind her, wishing to keep the boy from sight and possible harm as the tall man welcomed them into his home.

Abegail was used to friendly neighbours but something about this felt off to her. He seemed alright, white beard and black hair but he did not question their appearance, how they had ended up walking to his home, the lack of baggage or even asked if their travels went well. He did not enquire as to why Walter had brought people with them or why one of them was a young boy.

They were escorted in, seated in a livingroom and concerned looks passed between Walter and Abegail. She sat Gunter near her, still concerned for his well being.

Time passed and Abegail managed to most basic of conversation, cordial and concise but the whole thing still felt very off to her. Anders, as he was introduced offered his car to the group to head ot the library. She realized he was a friend and contact of Walter's but that he knew what they were planning to do stay poorly in her stomach.

“Before we go, may I have a glass of water for our young friend. He is not feeling very well.” Her accent was gone again, vanished behind her careful sentence. Abegail was standing now, waiting for Walter and Anders to make the next move.

“Water...car...museum and flag...”
She repeated the thought over and over again but somehow it did little to comfort her.

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'...No need to steal... My contact... he will assist us... Follow me... shadows... not far...

'...now. Ye'll be alright... clean clothes and some water...'

A soft melody drifted into Gunter's consciousness, soothing him and quieting his mind. He saw the two others stand and he tried to do the same, but he couldn't really tell whether he succeeded or not. He walked with Abigail supporting him in a dream-like state. When they arrived at the house - or the blur of white and baby blue in front of him - the professor knocked on the door and the sounds came back to Gunter like the gunshots that killed Albert. A monster appeared in the doorway - tall and menacing. His head was like granite - white and black peppered. Gunter was glad to be pushed behind Abigail out of the sight of the thing.

'...Walter... friend... free Linz, pride of... brought friends... my home is yours...' For some reason the man was very welcoming, not asking questions. That was odd, and maybe not in a good way. In any case, they walked into the living room and sat, which Gunter was glad of because up and down were beginning to get confusing.

'...sit, my friends... Anders Bauer... personal vehicle...'

Nothing was making much sense to Gunter as he sat on the couch, but Abigail was there, and so he remained calm. She was nothing like his mother, or anyone he knew, in fact. But she was comforting in her own way. They were given new clothes to wear and they changed into them. When they were about to leave, Gunter heard Abigail say something about a glass of water for him, and soon after, he was being given water to drink. He drank it down, and it cooled his body, making him feel slightly better. The world wasn't so dizzy anymore and he could understand what was going on around him. His head and stomach still hurt, though. He stood shakily with Abigail, now ready to depart.

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Walter had told Abigail about his misadventures in Berlin in the last year, of his presence in Germany at the end of the war, and all the horrible things that he had witnessed. All of these things he explained, had changed him, but Walter was not completely honest with his associate.

Walter carried a burden upon his shoulders, a piece of vital information which had far more to do with Abigail, then with Walter himself. He had been wanting to tell Abigial the horrible secret ever since he showed up at Marshall college, but he didn't have the heart.

Now as the three adventurers drove Anders car to the other end of town, the desire to tell his colleague the truth suddenly returned to Walter's thoughts. During the short drive Walter had cast several glances at Abigail, but found himself once again unable to get it out.

Turning his attention to the road ahead Walter pressed his foot on the accelerator, the jeep flew down the main thoroughfare toward its final destination-The Great museum of art and sciences in downtown Linz, Austria.

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Abegail accepted the shirt and trousers Anders gave her. He was apologetic that he did not have anything that would be for a woman but it was the best he could do. Abegail shook her head. “Thank you.”

Stepping into the powder room she donned the shirt. It felt odd to wear an unknown person’s clothing but it was better than walking the streets covered in dried blood. Pulling the pants on Abegail frowned. She was much shorter than Anders but thankfully he was a slender man. Crouching down she began to fold the dress slacks until they were short enough for her to walk and not trip. “If ye have ta run at all yer in big trouble. Goin’ ta trip on them, I see it now...” Abegail resolved that the first chance she got she would cut the pants and simply replace them later. She knew Walter thought the plan would be simple and easy but she was also planning ahead. The fact that running away even crossed her mind meant that somewhere deep inside she knew things was going to get harder.

Stepping out she found the men in the kitchen, Gunter finally getting a glass of water. His colour got a little better but the boy still seemed unsteady on his feet. She stood next to him, the boy in the man’s shirt and waited for Walter to lead them out. She looked at Anders and did her best to seem sincere. "Thank you for the clothing. It is appreciated." The man made Abegail very nervous.

They climbed into the vehicle that Anders had allowed them to borrow. Abegail helped Gunter into the backseat. “Ye can close yer eyes if ye like. I’ll wake ye when we get there.” Her voice was soft and the gently touched the boy’s shoulder. She felt awkward. Mothering someone was not something that came easy to her. She hoped he would sleep, just so that he would hopefully feel better.

Slipping into the passenger’s seat, Abegail gave a last look out the window where Anders stood watching them leave. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right about the whole situation, something about the ease at which the man had just gone along with it all. Shaking her head she tried to get rid of the feeling.

The ride was quiet. Abegail watched Linz pass them by. She had the urge to ask Walter how he thought they would accomplish this daring theft. Surely someone would try and stop them, then what? Her eyes turned to her colleague and she found him looking at her. Abegail tilted her head questioningly but Walter didn’t say anything.

A small frown appeared on the woman’s face but she let it go. Minutes later she looked over to find him glancing at her. By the third time Abegail was done letting it go.
“Alright Walter, ye keep starin’ over here. What is it on yer mind? Hmm?” Her voice was tinged with annoyance but she did her best ot keep it hushed in case Gunter had fallen asleep. She was worried and unfortunately her concern generally appeared as anger. It was a trait she had gotten from her mother.

The car was moving fast through the streets. Abegail knew they had to get there but she wasn’t quite ready for what they were going to do. “Look, if there is somethin’ yer not tellin’ me about this flag or what we are walkin’ in ta I think ye should tell me now. Donna leave me in the dark Walter. Ye owe me that. Ye left for a year, a year with na a word. Donna do that now.”

She turned her body in her seat to face Walter, her arms folded across her chest and a fire of fear and anger in her eyes.

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The shirt was a little big on Gunter, but he was glad to have it because it didn't remind him of Albert, and the blood wasn't sticky on his skin anymore. When Abigail thanked the man, Gunter nodded meaningfully. Herr Bauer had done them a good service, and he hated to just take it all and leave, but they were pressed for time. So they said their goodbyes and left. They got in a new car, a normal one, and began to drive. Gunter closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of the whirring car and Abigail's voice. And he began to dream.

A sweet, caring face smiling at him. Long, blonde braids under a cap and a splash of freckles on fair skin. Deep, brave grey eyes that threatened to envelope him. Anna! Where was she? A bright, blinding flash. His ears rang. Voices barked and shouted, 'Ducken! Die Artillerie, die Artillerie!' 'Hertz! Ducken! Hertz!' Everything was so slow. All was light and noise. Then it stopped. Everything stopped, except for one voice. A female voice. 'Gunter! Hilfe! Hil-' It was cut off abruptly by an explosion. A bright light flashed, and then Gunter felt as if he were being pushed backwards through water. He saw long, blonde braids being cut off and falling to the floor. Brave, determined grey eyes. He saw himself pleading with her to stop, to stay in the infirmary where she was safe. She shook her head sadly. She wanted to go. She needed to fight. She walked through the conscription line in her stolen uniform, pretending to be a boy, and they never suspected a thing. Either that, or they didn't care. He tried to stop her, but she just kept marching. Then he saw a small-framed corpse being dragged over with the others. He could barely tell it was her, she had been mangled so much.

Gunter jolted awake, breathing heavily. Remembering where he was, he breathed a sigh of relief and laid his head back again. It was a recurring nightmare, and he hated it. He had loved Anna, and now he worried about her. Where was she? Did she die at the Battle of Berlin? Was she now a prisoner of the Russians? Or did she manage to get away, like he did? He closed his eyes again and tried to get to sleep, but every time he started to drift off, he saw that small body, mangled like the others, on a pile, waiting to be burned. So he sat, wishing for peaceful, sweet oblivion. But it was denied him.

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Walter wanted to answer Abigail, and he was just about to do that, but then their journey came to an end, they had reached thier goal. The vehicle was now stopped at the opposite end of the street where the Linz museum was located. Turning his head from Abigail's questioning and slightly peeved eyes Walter looked toward the museum.

"We are here." Walter said, as he simultaneously commented in his mind. "Poor Abigail."

Walter had believed everything that his informant had told him regarding the security at the museum-Suppodely things in town were very relaxed. The war had ended and everyone went back to trusting their neighbors and living carefree lives. No one locked their doors anymore. No need for a security force to stand guard over the town-The evil was banished, RIGHT?

The real reason why everyone trusted each other is because they were all spy's and informants, of course the three adventures were completely unaware of the situation within the town. "It would probably be better if the vehicles wasn't out in plain sight.

Walter pressed on the gas and slowly turned the corner of a dead-end street, at the other end of this vacant road they could see woods. They decided to park the vehicle there to obscure it from the prying eyes of anyone who might be walking the streets of Linz.

The snapping and crunching of leaves and twigs unsettled the passengers, eventhough they had been conditioned to think nothing was wrong

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Abegail's eyes turned as the boy in the back seat moved, as if coming out of a nightmare. Her eyes were full of concern but he laid his head back down and Abegail turned her eyes back to Walter. She was waiting on a response.

Instead of being met with an answer she felt the car stop. Walter turned his head to look away from her. Abegail exhaled in exasperation.

“Saints alive.” Abegail managed to growl out as she looked over at the museum. The building was imposing in the dim light of the quiet street. She didn't like it, it felt....too easy, too open.

Walter pulled the car onto a dead on street, parking just inside the woods enough to hide the car from anyone who might glance down the vacant road. Abegail stepped out, leaves crunching underfoot. Moving to the back door she opened it for the boy. Her eyes scanned the road and the trees.

“Walter, are ye sure about this?” There was a great deal of apprehension in her voice. Once Gunter had exited the vehicle, Abegail did her best to close the door quietly.

Letting Gunter fall in with Walter, Abegail walked just behind them. She kept glancing over her shoulder. Something about the streets being so quiet and empty made her feel like she was being watched.

Breathing slowly, trying to remain calm Abegail walked and eventually the group found themselves at the front of the museum.

“Do we just go in?” Her voice as a whisper.

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Gunter felt the car roll to a stop and he sat up, inhaling deeply. They were close now. The situation reminded him of his training for stealthy operations, and his paranoia began to creep in. Where was everybody? Why did the soldiers just up and move out? What were they walking into? Walter didn't seem to think they were walking into anything, but he was wrong. You were always walking into something - some trap, some deceit. But there was nothing they could do about it now. Gunter tried to quiet that part of his brain, tell it that everything was alright. Finally everything was going according to plan. But there was still that nagging doubt. Abigail's own doubt didn't do much to help Gunter. When they arrived at the front, something clicked in Gunter's mind. His training was going to help him immensely. He was going to use what the Nazis did to him against them, and that made him excited. He instantly assigned roles in his head. Walter was now his commanding officer. Anything he said must be obeyed as quickly as possible and executed as well and efficiently as possible. Gunter was under his command and with him until either of them died. And when Walter died, Gunter fought to the death for the cause. Abigail was now someone to be obeyed, but also someone to be protected.

Of course, this planning brought into stark relief the fact that Gunter had not heard anything about a plan at all. What, were they just going to wing it? He cleared his throat. "So... we do not have a plan? We do not have the floor layout of this building? We do not have the guard shifts? How will we do this without these essentials?"

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"Well, I don't think it would be a good idea to enter from the front, there may not be any guards around, but there is no sense in risking some passer-by see us break in to their museum." Walter took a few steps to he left and looked down the side of the building.

"Here, lets go in the back way!."

Traveling down the side of the largely brick-constructed building provided some shadow-cover, courtesy of the larger construction standing to the left of the museum. The windows on this side of the museum were higher then those in front, as the ground declined slightly on the left, a railed concrete path used for delivering crates containing larger museum pieces.

Even from this lowered vantage point the three trespassers could tell that there was indeed someone within the museum, despite Walter's informants assurances that no one would be at the museum at such a late hour. Walter turned to Gunter. "We may have to cold-cock some unsuspecting curator."

To which Gunter nodded his approval, emphasizing that if it came down to it, he was ready to do whatever the situation called for. The three prowlers now stood at the back entrance to the museum, next to which was the steel loading dock. The three of them were huddled against the backdoor, trying to catch glimpses of sound and motion within.

From behind they heard a particular familiar voice, one which almost caused Abigail to scream out loud. "Ah, my dear friends, long time, No!" It was the scourge of Walter and Abigail's life....Niclas Elberich.

Abigail turned to face her old adversary, the man who she hated more then any other human being, though hardly human by her opinions and standards. He was truly a monster, this opinion that would deepen considerably in the moments to come.

"Fraulein! Did professor Miller not tell you about my recent travels to your homeland, and the interesting couple I met there?"

At that traumatic moment before Abigial had a chance to react Gottberg and two SS officers stepped out from within the biulding, grabbing Gunter, Walter and the stunned Abigial.

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Abegail nodded and silently followed when Walter suggested they take an alternate entrance to the front door. He led them around the building. Abegail's eyes darted this way and that, she could not shake the feeling that she was being watched. The shadows cast by the building did not help her sense of unease.

Abegail frowned as Walter told Gunter they may have to subdue someone. She could here the noise inside, the movement of another person just inside the door. Janitor, curator it didn't matter. What sat oddly with her was Walter expecting the boy to help. Gunter seemed willing enough but she felt that he should not be expected to fight. She was unable to voice this though as Walter stood at the ready beside the door, waiting for his moment.

A voice from the darkness, from behind her where she had been so sure someone was watching made Abegail turn quickly, her hands clenching. She didn't need anyone to tell her who was going to be there. Like the vermin he was, Niclas made it a habit to appear out of no where. He called her Fraulein, he always called her that and it always made her sneer.

Her anger dropped, shifting to confusion as Niclas asked if Walter had told her about a trip to her homeland. Her homeland? Surely he didn't mean America. Abegail was aware he had been there she had escaped with Walter at the airport. Her head tilted, her brow knotted in confusion. Ireland then. Interesting couple?

Abegail's face went pale. She could feel every bit of colour drain, leaving her ashen. Her family, all of them were there. She could not say anything as others stepped out, seizing the trio where they stood.

She let them move her, not fighting her captor. Abegail didn't have the energy. She was trying far to hard to understand what Niclas had said, who he could be talking about and why in the name of the saints Walter had not told her that Niclas had been in Ireland. He obviously knew, Niclas said so and she knew he was tracking the nazi. A momentary panic came over her as she looked for Gunter, unsure what had happened in the time since Niclas had shown up. She saw the boy, restrained by one of the soldiers. Relief came and went quickly.

Blinking, she found herself standing next to Walter. Her voice was quiet, shaky and her eyes full of confusion as she looked at him. “Walter...what is he talkin' about? Who...who is he talkin' about? And why in heaven's name were ye in Ireland?”

There was a knot in her stomach, as if no matter what Walter said at this moment she knew it was not going to be something she wanted to hear. She needed to know though, needed to know what was going on. “Why did ye not tell me? Ye have had lots of time...”

There was hurt now in her voice, her accent thick under the fear, confusion and pain of her words as she looked at Walter.

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Walter looked at Abigail with tremendous guilt his eyes, he knew that he had risked hurting Abigial deeply by not telling her of her parents-Their deaths. Words however were not needed, the mere reflection of sorrow and remorse wearing upon Walter's eyes was enough. Tears had built up in the professor's eyes, but before the first drop could escape Walter had turned to look at Niclas.

The bridge which linked what Walter had feared to speak aloud and the final realization of the heinous act perpetrated by the Nazi-Summed up in an exchange of glances between Walter, Abigail and Niclas Elberich.

Now smirking and greatly pleased with himself.

"Take them into the museum." The loathsome Nazi commanded.

Gottburg, the fat man in his trademark heavy leather trench coat, turned around and walked back into the museum as the three SS officers pushed the prisoners forward. It had been a particularly balmy night, certainly not the ideal weather for stalking about in such a smothering garment.

The constant profuse sweating of the bulking man disgusted Walter to no end, the pressure of the situation finally getting to him, suddenly yelling out. "Take that Goddamn heavy trench coat off you fat pig."

All heads snapping with surprise in Walter's direction. Gottburg paid Walter no attention.

Walter now turning his head in ordder to whisper to Abigail. "I'm so sorry Abby, I just thought...that if we could just get our hands on the flag...we could..."

Walter's attempts to reconcile with his colleague were suddenly thwarted by Nicals, who commanded everyone to hold their positions in front of a particular piece of art.

"Dies ein, stoppen Sie hier!" The group of captives and their captors found themselves standing before a large painting upon the museum's main displaying wall-A place of honor.

Now facing a self portrait of the Fuhrer

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Everything happened so fast. First they were about to go into the museum, next they were being taken captive - all their plans ruined. Gunter squirmed and fought against the Nazi that held him, but it was no use. They were captured. Walter and Abigail were in a heated conversation and finally Walter yelled something at Gottberg.

Gottberg. The same man that had entered their inn earlier that morning. Who could have guessed that Gunter would have ended up here, with these Americans and with Albert, Uwe, and Ella all dead? And on a quest to save the world, no less? It was mind-boggling. Well, it was the way of the world, he guessed, that peace and quiet could not be allowed. Something had to go wrong.

'Dies ein, stoppen Sie hier!' Gunter looked up and saw the portrait. He recognized it as one of the Führer's thirteen works that they had been educated about in school. This particular one was created in 1910, and Gunter had always grudgingly liked it. It had a kind of simplicity to it that appealed to him. But he couldn't stand its painter. He had ruined Germany.

Gunter's arm almost went up in the Nazi salute just out of habit and drilling. But he stopped his arm and instead spat at the painting. "Vielen Dank für stoppen." He said to Niclas. "Ich brauchte das tun."

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Niclas turned to Gunter with a furious look in his eyes, walking straight up to the boy and striking him across the face with the back of his hand.

"Schmutzige Verräter"

Then calling for Gottburg to take the boy into the other room. Walter was still being held but he managed to turn himself slightly to stare toward the back of him. "Niclas! No!" Walter screamed.

The SS officer holding the young man shoved him forcefully into the small single-window room.

Gottburg entered after them, carrying his special black bag.

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Abegail shook her head. One look at Walter and she knew. Her parents were dead. Her shoulders shook just a little with silent tears. She looked up again and was met by Niclas' self satisfied face. She snarled at him, her teeth clenched.

Before Abegail could react though Niclas ordered them into the museum. Abegail balked in the hands of the soldier who moved her.

“Get yer hands off of me.” Abegail was seething. She was no match for the strength of the soldier. His fingers dug painfully into her arms. Her eyes bore holes into the back of Niclas' head as he walked just ahead of them. Abegail barely paid any attention to the large man in the leather coat.

The man holding Abegail kept leading her inwards. She wanted to get her hands on Niclas, wanted to beat him with her fists. Walter's outburst shocked her out of her anger. Abegail looked over at him, confused. Her eyes strayed to Gottburg. The large man was sweating profusely and yet still wearing the heavy leather coat. It did not make Walter's exclamation any less odd.

Again Walter's voice cause Abegail to change her focus. Her head turned, auburn hair falling loose in places from the motion. A wave fell across her face, partially obscuring her view. All she could do was nod at Walter's whispered apology. “I wish ye had told me when we were on the plane...I would have had time to...”

To what? Process and understand? Grieve? Abegail wasn't entirely sure but she knew it would have been preferred to handle the news in a private setting instead of in front of Gunter and the nazi's, especially Niclas. It made her stomach turn to know the man had seen her upset.

Niclas' voice, ordering them to stop made Abegail clench her jaw again. Her eyes lifted to the painting and then focused back on Niclas. She spit on his shoe, defiance clear on her face.

Nearby she heard someone else spit. A glance and she could see Gunter spitting towards the painting. The boy had spirit, that much was clear. Her heart sank a little knowing they had brought him into all of this. Niclas smack the boy.

“Donna touch him.” Abegail tried to lunge out of the soldier's hands towards the officer. For her effort she was rewarded with being yanked backwards firmly. A small chuckle from behind her made her seeth. The man had been expecting her to react and was clearly amused at her attempt. Abegail's chest heaved as she tried to control both her breathing and her anger. “Just ye wait...”

Abegail shook her head as she watched the soldier push Gunter into a room and the large man follow. She had had enough. Angry, tired and just plain fed up Abegail was done yelling.

Her heel came down hard on the man's foot. It wouldn't hurt him but it would make him bend out of sheer reaction. As she felt his body come forward, Abegail thrusted her head backwards. The contact of her skull to his face made her see stars for a moment. With a small yelp of pain, Abegail took off at a run towards Niclas. The soldier was holding his face now but she did not give him a backwards look.

Abegail ran straight into Niclas. She didn't care if she knocked him down or simply ran him into the closest wall or person. She just wanted a distraction, something to make everyone else stop, let Walter react. Frankly, it just felt good to hit the officer.

Elbows braced in front of her, Abegail hit Niclas in the side. Her elbow made contact with his ribs and she kept moving. Niclas grunted with the contact. “Ye bastard.”

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Gunter recoiled from the slap but then stared defiantly back at the Nazi who had struck him. "Sie sind der Verräter." Then he felt himself being pushed into another room by Gottberg, and suddenly he realized that what was about to happen. He didn't know if he could withstand torture. In fact, he didn't think he could. But he would be damned if he didn't make a good show of it. But then he realized that the Nazis had failed to search them - again. He still had his knife in his shirt, the one that they had given to him to signify their ownership of him. Well he was about to show them just how much they owned him. His heart raced in his chest, but he remained calm, breathing deeply. He felt his face flush with excitement, and the adrenaline course through him. He prepared his attack, timing Gottberg's steps with his own, getting ready to strike...

When he heard commotion behind him. Both he and Gottberg turned to look and Gunter took this opportunity to strike. He pulled out his knife, and, "Blut und Ehre!" he cried ironically as he leaped onto the big man's back, stabbing in the blade.

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Frankly, Walter was at a loss as to how he and his companions were going to get out of their current situation, the guilty feelings of not informing Abigail of her parents untimely demise weighed on him heavily-Sapping him of any desire and strength to continue. It wasn't until Gunter was taken into the small room with the maniac butcher Gottberg Von Adalwolf and Abigail's subsequent outburst of bravery and determination, that he was able to regain his rightful mind.

Walter would not let the opportunity pass him by and so he immediately took action, repeating Abigail's wonderful improvised movement, but adding to it a well placed punch to the soldiers face. Niclas was still on the floor and now this SS soldiers had joined him, Walter was now free to exit the museum, but then he thought about poor Gunter and the horrors that surly awaited him at the hands of the lunatic Adalwolf.

Walter found himself stuck between the front door of the museum and the entrance to the room where Gunter was being detained. Witnessing Abigail's flight of agility and bravery Walter realized that it was more important to save the boy, after all what could Gunter do to defend himself against the hulking Adalwolf. To Walter's great surprise and even greater delight, the youth had the beastly man at a marked disadvantage, but there was still an SS soldier to be dealt with, and to this task Walter dedicated himself.

Walter attacked the soldier and they both fell to the hardwood floor-Wrestling about.

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Within the next room Niclas was concerning himself with the acquisition of the Blood Flag, feeling that his rivalry with the two professors could wait for another day. Wiping the blood from beneath his nose with the back of his right hand he approached the painting rumored to conceal the flag. Ripping the framed picture from the wall he turned it over, then taking out his knife Niclas cutt the back of the painting. "Scheiße. Wo ist der verdammte Blutfahne."

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Back within the torture room Walter was wrestling on the floor with the Nazi officer as Gunter clutched at Adalwolf's back-Holding on to his heavy leather coat for dear life as the brutish man began to spin in place. Walter was gaining the advantage over the well trained SS officer, as Gunter was beginning to lose his grip on Gottberg's trench coat.

By the time Walter had subdued his opponent he had just enough time to turn his head and witness Gunter flying through the air. Luckily for Gunter their was a crate which was laying on its side-Open face to the front with packaging material spilling out onto the floor-Into which Gunter was safely posited. Adalwolf's body teetered to and fro as he tried to regain a sense of equilibrium and posture.

It was then that Adalwolf revealed the true reason for the constant donning of that heavy leather trench coat. Walter and Gunter looked at each other in a single unified movement, the look upon Gunter's face was of pure astonishment, whereas Walter's face gave off the impression of suspicions now answered.

"He has the Blood Flag." Gunter called out.

In his attempt to steady himself Gottberg had unintentionally revealed his secret-The infamous Blood Flag had been wrapped around his bulging frame all along.

Pulling out his Luger Adalwolf warned Walter that if he did not move away from the door the young boy would be shot in the face. Not wanting to risk any ones life Walter complied, moving to stand near Gunter on the right side of the room.

Spinning around Adalwolf exited the museum.

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They hit something hard. Abegail hit Niclas in the side and the momentum caused the pair to ram into the closest wall and down to the floor. He grunted but being quicker than she and used to combat, turned his body to grab onto the Irish woman. Niclas' hands gripped her hard and he snarled. The Nazi pinned Abegail to the floor, sitting astride her.

Abegail looked up at him, too angry to care about the fingers that were digging into her skin. He smiled down at her. The smile, the self-satisfied sneer as his eyes met hers made Abegail even angrier. Before she could say anything, Niclas moved her arms so that his knees held them down. She cried out in pain.

He scoffed at her yelp and making a fist hit the woman across her face.. Her head snapped to the side as he made contact. She slumped. Abegail was having trouble focusing. Stars danced behind her eyes. The weight was removed from her as Niclas walked away, intent on the painting.

She heard the boy yell but couldn't make out if it was in pain or defiance. Her face hurt. Rolling to her side, Abegail's hand tentatively touched her face. It was swelling already and her eye was difficult to open. Breathing out heavily she pushed herself to stand. She could see the others milling about, the confusion and chaos.

“Walter...Gunter...”

A loud crash made Abegail look up as the boy landed in a crate, he and the packing material hitting the floor. Her eyes found the large man who had tossed the boy. He was pointing a gun at Walter now. Walter moved to stand with the boy. Abegail didn't move. The man fled the museum.

Her vision blurred and things became very fuzzy. Frowning, she tried to shake the feeling off to no avail. Her knees gave way and Abegail landed on the floor.

“What...have to stop him....” Abegail was breathing deeply.

Behind her, Niclas' footsteps echoed on the floor. He was almost too calm as he stared out the door. The sneer returned. A sharp call out of orders. More footsteps as the other soldiers approached Walter and Gunter.

Abegail felt a hand on the back of her neck. It drew her up to her feet. There she stood but her feet didn't want to help keep her upright. The world spun slightly. There was breath against her ear as hands held her tighter.

“Fraulien, you are coming with me.” Abegail tried to pull out of Niclas' hands.

“Take them to the cars.”

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Gunter watched the soldier approach him, his knife at the ready. The soldier laughed to see the boy, swallowed by his clothes, trying to look threatening with his small knife. When the man got close to Gunter, the boy took a swipe at him. The man jumped quickly out of the way, grabbed Gunter's arm, and bent it backwards. Gunter cried out in pain and dropped the knife. The man twisted Gunter's arm more and grabbed the other one, twisting both behind Gunter's back. Gunter struggled and snarled, trying to get free, but to no avail. The man had him firmly in his grip, and began to march him to the car. Gunter looked back at the knife, and watched as it slowly got farther and farther away from him. His only defense now gone. He swore in German, beginning to insult the soldiers and their families. What else could he do? He was not strong enough to break free, and the soldiers were giving them no opportunities. It seemed the adventure was over.

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As could be expected, Niclas wasn't being particularly gentle with Abigail as he tried to shove her into an awaiting vehicle in the form of a dusty camouflaged Jeep. Abby of course wasn't someone to be pushed around like that, she was growing increasingly frustrated and angry, and she certainly had just cause to despise the murderer of her parents.

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Inside the small storage space within the museum a well hidden SS Officer made his presence known and immediately grabbed the young boy by the arm. Gunter turn his head to where Walter had been standing on his right, only to find that the professor had already made a break for it. From hiss perspective, Gunter wasn't sure if Walter would go directly after Gottberg and the Flag, he had only spend a very short amount of time with the professor, someone who definitely seemed on-edge. In the back of his mind at least, he wondered if Walter would save his friends first.

Of course the reason for that had already been divulged, it was guilt, but all the same, he wasn't sure. The SS Officer, with his clearly non Aryan features escorted Gunter out of the museum and dragged him forcibly to the front of the building and to the awaiting vehicle which had been parked there. Gunter was doing his best to resist the officers efforts to push him forward, kicking up dust and assorted small rocks as he dragged his feet.

"Move! you Jerry, German bastard!" The officers voice was clearly and unmistakeably American.

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Niclas, with Abigail in tow, were nearing the beige colored camouflage jeep, the embalm stuck to its side identified the vehicle as an American make and brand. Abigail had spotted yet another German officer standing by the drivers-side door with his back turned to them.

"Sie gibt, öffnen die hintere Tür für die junge Dame!" The unknown officer apparently could not hear Niclas yell his command, which made sense since the jeep was running at the time.

Several additional attempts to get the young officers attention had failed and Niclas was getting angry.

"I have no time or patients for this." Pulling out his pistol as he forced Abigail on, releasing the grip of one hand to pull the weapon from its side-holster.

"My German has gotten pretty good, huh Abby!?" The stunned Niclas heard Walter's distinctive voice call out, leaving little time for his enemy to react Walter turned around to reveal the revolver which he already had pointed at Niclas' stomach.

Abigail herself was pretty fast on her feet as she grabbed Niclas' weapon and tore it from his grip, which was loose due to the surprise of the moment. Walter and Abigail now, and for the first time, had Niclas just where they wanted him. Walter raised his revolver and pointed it directly at the exact level to reach Niclas' forehead.

"Killing me will not bring back the Frauleins parents. You do not possess the Blood Flag, nor will you ever see it again." Niclas said with a slight chuckle.

Walter then lowered his weapon "You right about one thing, at least partly. For its not my place." Walter looked at his weapon and then cast a glance at Abigail before walking away.

This left Niclas confused as he witnessed Walter walk away from the scene and return to the museum.
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As the drama in front of the museum was heating up Gunter and his captor were nearing the edge of the building, which would have brought them into full sight of what was transpiring around the corner. Suddenly, and seemingly from out of nowhere another jeep came speeding toward them. Gunter had stopped his kicking and the officer his pushing, as they both stood and watched the vehicle approach.

The jeep was clearly a German styled vehicle and so the officer wasn't too concerned about who might be piloting the speeding vehicle. The Jeep had approached from behind, so not even Abigail and Niclas could see the driver, though they would be the first to come to the realization of his identity.

To the astonishment of them all the driver was soon revealed to be that of Gottberg himself. The jeep was still some distance away when a single shot was fired by Gottberg.

Although never known as a marksman Gottberg did succeed in shooting the officer right between the eyes at this distance.

Gunter barely had time to respond before he was pulled into the Jeep as it drove by, though it never stopped. Gunter's feet dragged upon the dusty ground for several hundred feet, but was eventually pulled completely and safely into the vehicle by Gottberg.

Walter had been looking out the window and had the best advantage point from which to see Gunter being abducted.

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Abegail fought the man's grip as he shoved her towards door and down the stairs. They approached the waiting vehicle. Through clenched teeth Abegail was hissing every curse and swear she knew, both in Irish and English.

She didn't know what they were doing to Gunter or Walter, she knew she hated this man with his grip on her and she knew she hated being pushed around. Abegail tried to stop, step on Niclas' foot as she had the other soldier. For her effort she was rewarded with a twist of one arm painfully up her back and sinister laugh into her ear.

He began to shout at the man waiting near the car. His back was to them and with each ignore shout from Niclas, Abegail's arm was wrenched further up her back. She yelped angrily. “He canna hear ye!” She turned her head to look up at Niclas.

The man, malice in his eyes looked down at the Irishwoman. He twisted her arm a bit more, watching for the show of pain in her eyes. Abegail's eyes teared up but the anger still burned. Once a tear began to fall, Niclas was satisfied with her reaction and loosened just a little.

He began shouting to the officer again and still he was ignored. Abegail felt a bit of satisfaction at Niclas' frustration. She felt him loosen his hold on one arm as he pulled his gun. Abegail contemplated possible ways to finally break free when Walter turned to look at them.

Niclas' shocked allowed the perfect opportunity. Spinning, she wrenched her remaining arm from his grasp, ignoring the pain. Her other hand clasped the gun and she pulled it along with her. With both hands on the gun she pointed it at the man who had killed her parents.

Abegail barely registered as Walter raised his weapon higher. Niclas spoke, not to her but to Walter and he dared to mention her parents and the blasted flag.

She barely hid her shock as Walter lowered his gun and looking at her, walked away. She wanted to call out to him but did not.

Niclas turned to look at her. Her eyes were still a light with anger but now confusion clouded them.

“Will you shoot me Fraulein? Will you pull the trigger?” Niclas stared at her.

Abegail was breathing heavily. “You do not deserve to live.” Her voice was oddly calm, clear and precise.

Niclas smiled. “Really? Are you to be the one to decided that?” He took a step towards her.

Abegail exhaled. “Do not move.”

Niclas, “Do you think you could do it? Could you kill a man? Do you have it in you Abegail?”

She looked startled for a moment, the use of her name from him unnerving her. “You are not a man.”

Niclas, taking two more steps towards the woman, “I am simply a man who had a job to do. Can you kill a man for doing his job...Abegail?” He used her name again, hoping to shake her more.

Abegail shook her head, “Stop.” It was barely a whisper.

A shot rang out and the sound of footsteps on the pavement sounded.

Abegail felt the gun recoil in her hand. She realized she had closed her eyes, an instinctive reaction to the shot. She didn't hear a body hit the ground. Her ears were ringing, she wouldn't hear much of anything.

Hands were on arms, pushing her backwards. Abegail still had the gun. Without thinking she pulled the trigger again.

This time she fell to her knees as did the man in front of her. Niclas had one hand on his leg and one reached up to grab Abegail by the throat.

“I am a man but I am not so easy to kill....” He squeezed and stood, pulling her with him. Abegail clawed at his hand.

Niclas snarled. “Dr Rivers...you should not have left the Fraulein alone. Come out now.” Letting his leg wound go to grab the gun that sat at his feet now. He aimed it Abegail's stomach. “Come now Dr Rivers....do not make me kill her. Not yet.”

He squeezed and Abegail's eyes went wide as she began to lose air.

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Gunter recoiled in surprise as the officer behind him collapsed with a bullet to the head. Gunter would have fallen back with the officer, whose corpse was still clutching his arms, but he was pulled forward by someone in the car whizzing by. The boy felt the dead officer's hands slide off of him as he was dragged along the groud at an incredibly fast speed. He winced as his feet dragged, every now and then hitting a bump in the road and jerking his legs at odd angles. Soon he was pulled into the car with whoever pulled him in, and to his horror he realized it was Gottberg. After he got over the shock, he asked in a shaky voice, "What do you want with me?"