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Eisernes Kreuz

"I have the solution to all your problems. The final solution you'll ever need."

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a character in “The London Grey”, as played by TheFinalOne



Final Report

August 28, 1944

. worked perfectly. The subjects lost all their...
...not working as planned. Jazz not stupid...
...aborting the program...


Application: Günter Rall

June 1, 1943

...pilot of unmatched...
...parent kept detailed...
...hundred pages missing...
. for Subject...

8:12 pm, Jun 14, 1947. Off the coast of Normandy Beach; aboard the "Van Stol" England bound Dutch Enterprises cruiser.

The rain crashed upon the dirty aisles of the ship, rendering them cleaner than any one human would have. The ship moved ever so slow, as if second guessing its journey. Perhaps, going to England was not the best idea.

Inside one of the many crowded room lay two men, and a young boy. The boy looked out of the window into the darkness, his eyes gleaming in hope. His country may have lost but not him. His future lay before him, in the beautiful land of England. He would be rich one day. Everyone would respect him.

"Once upon a time," the eldest spoke with a melancholy voice, “I used to fly planes.”

The kid looked at the old man. The man had small bag, much like all the others on the trip. They were all running away; some from the devastation, some from the devastators. The kid smirked, "Ya, old man. I'm going to believe that."

The old man smiled at the kid. He removed a badge from his pocket and held it in his outstretched palms. "Do you know what that is? ‘The Iron Cross’. I got it for destroying a hundred planes."

The kid took the medal and studied it curiously. Looking back at the man he deduced that the man was no more than thirty, yet he seemed to have a glittering medal. "You are German?"

"Günter Rall, at your service," another smiled escaped the man. Silence.

"Juventus?" he asked in Italian. The boy looked up in surprise, "How do you know?"

"The way you speak, the way you move reminds me the Italian Third Battalion. They were the best, weren't they?"

"Hell yea!" the kid punched the air, "My father was in the third battalion. He also had a medal, for great service in the army." The boy's smiled from ear to ear. Günter had seen the boy's dad before. It was mere luck that the kid was in the same room as Günter. But Günter knew so many army men that sharing the same room with someone he knew wouldn't have been that difficult. He looked at the boy's face; the same hyperactive eyes.

The boy stopped smiling and gave the medal back to the man, reluctantly. "But we lost. You killed so many traitors. My father killed so many traitors, but still we lost." The boy looked outside and peered into the darkness. Günter smiled.

"Do you know why we lost?" asked Günter. The boy turned his attention back to the room. It was small for two people and three was really squeezing it. Günter sat near a corner and the other man in the adjacent corner. The boy too sat down. Lately, he hadn't felt very strong. Food had been meager and on top of that it wasn't how mother made it. He missed his mother and father. "Why?"

"Because we lost track of what we were supposed to do. We only wanted our beloved Poland and Austria back. But war is just like greed. You cannot stop at just one victory. The adrenaline rush compels you. You just want to kill more traitors. Being a Nazi never meant hating all Jews, just the rich ones. That was Hitler's goal. He felt that all Jews stole all their money from the Aryans, even though a lot of Jews were Aryans. Being a Nazi is about caring for your fellow Germans and our Italian brothers and sisters. After the first war, they took from us all they could. And some more.

"Around the time you were born, both the Germans and Italians lost a lot of money. So much so that people couldn't even buy a loaf of bread. Look at us now, meager food, no place to sleep... Even worse than this. One day when you meet your mother ask her how many nights she went without food so that you could at least something to eat. Ask your father how many times he went without food just so your mother would get to eat enough. This angered every German and Italian. Just some years before that we had lived so nicely and then suddenly, gone. Everything." The boy had a sadder face.

"So when Hitler came along we thought, yes, this is the man who would bring us to former glory. And he did to some extent. Alas! Instead of focusing on improving the lives of his fellow Germans and Italians, he went on a Jew manhunt. The rest is too bad for a sweet child like you to hear."

Günter sensed anger beside him and smiled. It was working. The boy looked angrily at his hands. "Those bastards. I don't want to go to London anymore. Those bastards."

"Now, now. Anger is not good. Not even a little. But we cannot stop this anger can we? So focus it. Focus it, my dear friend. You will find your purpose." The boy looked quizzically at the old man. What was with the sudden cryptic message? But he was feeling angry.

"I need to go to the bathroom." The eldest man stood up and left. The boy looked at the badge the old man had left on the floor...

Hero to the Villains, Villain to the Heroes; Demon to the Angels, Angel to the Demons.
"One set of fools think I'm good because I'm anti-Semite and the other set of fools think I'm bad because I'm anti-Semite. I'd say I'm anti-Semite because I'm anti-Semite."


Full Name
"Günter Rall."

(Whenever he remembers the day he was asked by his seniors to surrender and that they had lost, imagine this playing)

Spoken Name
"Kreuz, Gunther or Günter will do."

"Recipient of the prestigious 'Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds!', ex-Inspector General of US-Occupied Germany Air Force and Ace pilot."


"I maybe thirty four. Soon to be thirty five." August 4, 1913.

No one knows who this guy is. One day, after the war ended and the Fourth Reich was beginning to gain momentum, he appeared out of thin air. At first they (the henchmen only; he never bothered with this Fuhrer bullshit) were skeptic that he was the Günter Rall (mostly because he was unwilling to show his face). But the moment he showed them his iron cross, all doubts vanished.

He stands at 5'10'' and is quite thin, akin to pilots of the time. He is military trained so thin doesn't mean wiry but that his muscles are not pronounced.
The main reason he wears a costume is because of his hallucinations (see Mental Weaknesses). His costume includes a mask and a leather biker shirt, with black pants. The headgear contains a black face mask, black goggles and a torn black fedora mask. But even if has hallucinations, why does he need a mask? Only he is affected by the hallucinations, right?

You see, he has a master plan, a Final Solution; and so he does not want to take any risks. But since the arrival of Wraith, he realized the need to speed his operations up. And that requires him being a multiple places at one time, which is another reason to hide his face.

If you ever walked across a subway, you would never notice him if he has his mask off. He had never been one to attract attention to him, until one night when he realized his masterpiece. Now, his mask serves as a distraction tool. The henchmen, an integral part of plan, like how his mask looked like the ones Agents wore in Auschwitz. Yes, it does not have the gasmask half of it (he has replaced it with something more manageable) but it wasn't the breathing apparatus half that made the mask iconic; it was the dead black eye covers that reeked of death; that would send shivers down the spine of any Jew in Auschwitz.

9mm pistol (Walther P):- Being the great German ace pilot, it would look very odd if he traveled around with some heavy weapon; so he uses the pistol instead of the Gewehr 43 rifle.
One vial of a liquid of unknown origin:- Exactly one vial which he was given by a man on a boat ride. He kept this in a safe vault in bank but has forgotten the details.



"A man is not made by his genes but by his experiences."
Truer words cannot be said for Günter here. He spent much of his time under a charismatic pilot, Hans Gruber. Hans was more charismatic and less pilot, but was never jealous of Günter's achievements. He loved Günter and everyone else under his command equally and treated them with respect; and they all loved him. Whenever Günter remembers his early years, he laughs at his younger self. He was so very shy even when he no reason to be so. He had the looks that could woo any woman. Yet, he shaked and shivered and muttered and stuttered when on a date. When uglier men were creating their spawns, he still hadn't kissed a girl. His friends teased him and being the shy man he was, he shriveled up in his shell even more. Until; until, he met Valerie.

Most women wanted more out of him, but she never. She was the exact opposite of him but in a good way. She understood him better than he did. He went along at his own pace and she respected his privacy. Soon, relative to his pace, they were married (four years). But still some shyness lingered on which was removed by Hans’ caring nature. What did it take? One glass of beer. Günter was a changed man. He realized how much he was missing by stopping himself from speaking out. Everyone wanted him to talk, everyone loved him. So why should he stop himself? Why shouldn't he express himself?

But no one told him over expressing himself was good. He loved women didn't mean he could visit whorehouses, especially not when his wife was pregnant. Realizing Günter had changed for the worse, Valerie left him. That brought about another change. At first he was shocked. Why did she leave him? Didn't she like the new him? Then came frustration. He didn't know what to do next. He had no clue where she living now. He wanted to see his child. Then came anger. How dare she leave him? How dare she take his child away? He searched for a full year before finding her. But before he could make his move towards her, came acceptance. She was with another man, but she wasn't happy. She hadn't left Günter because she didn't like him, but because she felt he was not the role model for their child. He realized it too. A father who spent his time with whores instead of his family would never be a good father. He has been spending his time since then thinking about his child and her, hoping one day he would become normal enough to be worthy of talking to them again.

What is normal, you ask? Not whore-loving around, for one. Respecting everyone, helping people, the works. One may wonder, how does he change his behaviour? Yes, that is something he has enjoyed over the years, an innate ability. One moment he could be idealistic, the other moment he could be cynical (though he cannot control this ability very well). This allows him to resonate with many people. He is a relentless focused manipulator. How else could he steal the Fourth Reich's henchmen for himself?

He is supportive and sympathetic towards his henchmen. He understands their need to want to slaughter those Jew bastards and their wishes to live in a pure Aryan world. He is a good listener and will often advise his henchmen (there are six of them at the moment but Team Günter is planning on expanding business) on how to proceed to kill them Jew without the stupid vigilantes or the dumb Police (or now, Wraith’s men) catching them.

All in all, pretty normal.

  • Primary Motivator: 'Order'. His current life goal is the fulfillment of the Final Solution.
  • Emotional Disposition: 'Calm'. "Anger destroys judgment." Even though he is calm most of the time, the sight of a rich Jew angers him to no end. Hopefully with practice he will stop stopping the progress of the Final Solution so he can kill a Jew.
  • General Outlook: 'Bleak' since the end of WW2 but starting to become more 'Confident' since the Final Solution started giving favorable results.
  • Integrity: 'Deceitful, Manipulative'. He has better things to do than caring for somebody's sense of control over their lives.
  • Impulsiveness: 'Deliberate, Focused, Steady, Thoughtful'. "If you are focused and deliberate while flying a plane, you die. Same goes for living on the dangerous streets of London."
  • Boldness: 'Vigilant' when fighting with words; '[/b]Daring[/b]' when fighting with s-words (swords, shooting, sex).
  • Flexibility: For the most part, he is pretty flexible, like deciding how to kill a Jew. But when it comes to the Final Solution, he is relentless and intractable and will not accept any bashing of the plan.
  • Affinity: In reality, he is 'Uncaring' towards anyone's problems. But he does listen to the gripes of his henchmen, and even advise them. After all, these henchmen are essential cogs in the machine that is the Final Solution, and they need to be kept well-oiled (metaphorically).
  • Comportment: 'Courteous' for the most part, even towards Britishers, Russians, Americans, French, communists, Jews, Israelis, etc, etc, etc. Keep in mind, the Courteous part of him has a few low tolerance.
  • Interactivity: 'Loner'. But will play the part of a 'Listener' when needed.
  • Disclosure: Never had any need to say anything. Everyone who has to know who Günter is, knows who Günter is.
  • Conformity: Orthodox in religious aspects, halfway between Mainstream and Freethinking in most other things (that is, halfway between 'kill all Jews' and 'A Jew a day').
  • Sense of Humor: None; though will laugh at any joke the teller of the joke laughs at.

Neutral Evil. He will never kill anyone necessarily nor will follow any rules he deems will hamper is Final Solution's progress. Except you know who all.

  • Quiet time:- He may have learned the hard way how behaving normal is the way to go, but since Valerie left him, some amount of shyness has returned and with it a need to have some "me time".
  • Thinking:- It is easy for him to get bored. Listening to the propaganda on the radio and reading the propagandist newspaper articles only achieve more boredom. Perhaps that is why he listens to his henchmen.
  • Whores:- Even though he has given his all in this Final Solution of his, his love for women doesn't decrease. It takes a lot of effort to not go on a whore-loving spree when the prostitutes are so cheap.
  • Music:- What better than having nothing to do while waiting for the completed phase in the Final Solution to take effect? Listening to Mozart while having to do while the completed phase of the Final Solution to take effect. Definitely, Mozart.
  • Reading Mein Kampf:- La Bible of the Pure Aryan.
  • Reading in general:- Many of Günter’s friends believed that book that weren’t made by German, with the exception of the Bible, should be burned. Günter, of course, finds the idea ludicrous. Why burn books? Especially when books tell a lot about the author. In every book, the author is basically telling us what he hates and what he loves and his vision of the future. Right here, you have a book that is telegraphing everything you need to identify people like him, and you want to burn it?
  • Football:- During his military days, when stationed away, football was the only real respite from the harsh realities of not killing traitors every second, so he spent his day kicking the football around. A centre-forward, he was.
  • Planes:- The thrill of air blowing in your face and of planes exploding, can never be matched. Men always wanted to fly. And now he gets to kill airborne traitors. Perfect as perfect gets.
  • Coca-cola:- “Bloody addicting.”

  • Rich Jews:- “There was a time when Rome trembled at the sight of Aryans. There was a time when the poorest of Aryans were the richest of men. Then the Jews came along and spoiled everything…”
  • Beer:- “Yes, I’m Aryan. And no, I don’t like Beer.” Can you really go back to beer, when you get crates of Vodka in supply?
  • Captain Auschwitz[/b]:- “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is the glorious future Hitler talked about. A masked idiot?” The superhero comics and the vigilantes donning Captain Auschwitz’s armor never sat well with him.
  • After 1940 Hitler:- “We elected you to give a secure future, not send us in battle.”
  • Britishers:-“Eternal scums.”
  • Americans:- “Now that the war is over, I must wonder what they will do. Start a war with someone they shouldn’t, I’m sure.” He considers Americans as residual Britishers.
  • Communists:- Yes, he feels the way USSR is ruled is the most perfect way to go about business but still after shooting down qhundreds of Russians and seeing many of his friends getting shot down, he cannot see them as anything other than enemies.
  • The idiot General stationed at Normandy:- “Even a rich Jew wouldn’t be fooled by bloody plastic tanks.”

The only thing Günter Rall genuinely fears is that he will not be able to complete the Final Solution, a fear that has only really affected him since the arrival of Wraith a few days ago. Wraith's highly trained soldier nearly killed one of his henchmen when he tried to challenge them to a fistfight. Since then, the progress has slowed do owing to the cowardly 'I'm not into this anymore' attitude of the henchmen.

  • Racism:- “I don’t see a need to kill any black or brown or non-Aryan white creatures as long they stay away from our lands.”
  • Sexism:- “If she does not compromise her duties as a loving wife and a caring mother, all is welcome.”
  • Christianity:- “Something to hang on to when life is no longer fun; when shit gets real.”
  • Other religions:- “When you look at it from a skewed point of view, they teach the same things; love kindness, hatred for homosexuals, which is all fine and dandy. But the journey to the promised land is as the important as the destination, and Christianity offers the best journey.”

Mental Health
Günter Rall cannot remember many details of his life between the age of fourteen and eighteen. It is mostly a blank with some hazy memory of some important events. He never figured out why it is so but he isn't in the need of that information so he hasn't pursued it. He also has Anger Management problems caused by the sight of a well-off Jew.



Mid 30s
Wolfgang has the same built and accent as Günter Rall, so along with Amadeus, acts as a body double to Günter.
Born in a poor family, Wolfgang realized the need to get stronger if he had any chance of surviving the world. At the age of 1, he began challenging and killing men, starting from his father. He also took his defeated opponent's wife as his own, again starting with his father. A few of success later, he was caught. When WW2 ended, he was allowed to leave (most because there weren't enough constables and wardens to control 'petty criminals'). He came (read: was sent) to Britain where he joined forces with the Fuhrer only to later join Team Günter.
With the oratory skills of a buffoon, the physical strength of a bull and the tolerance for nonsense at exactly zero, he is not one to be trifled with, at all. He is dominant and compulsive, two things Günter hates about him. But he can get the work get done, something a man of Günter's training, to be as skinny as possible to fit in a cockpit, finds difficult in.
FIREARMS, FIREarms, Firearms, firearms, and lots of ammo (and a poor quality protective vest).


Late 20s
Like Wolfgang, Amadeus has the same built and accent as Günter, and serves as Günter’s double. Unlike Wolfgang, he is not a master at murdering people.
Personality and History
God must have wept when a man of Amadeus’ oratory skills, IQ, and mastery over languages joined the wrong battle in the fight of good versus evil. From a young age, Amadeus enjoyed screwing with people’s head, an art which went to screw him. One of his target’s father turned out to be an important man in the SS, and Amadeus became a scapegoat in a major scandal. He was sent in jail, where he met Wolfgang.
Later he was, like Wolfgang, sent to London to supposedly be tried. He managed to talk his way out of the situation and later was approached by Günter who became the first man to defeat Amadeus in a word fight (by offering him a vital position in the progress of the Final Solution).
A knife and his mouth.

[Relationship with PCs under construction.]

Straight as straight can be; his affinity towards whores is well known. He hates homosexuals and homosexuality, which he considers unnatural and against god’s will. If he finds a homosexual and he has the time, which is rarely, he will proceed to shoot the homosexual.
While he does not mind experimenting on his partners, he does not like it and so will rarely do it.

Mental Strengths
He can be a good people person if need be; a good listener with sound advice and a sympathetic voice. He is also deliberate in his action, taking his sweet time to make decisions after going through short term and long term consequences of the actions. He had been like this and would have remained a slow decision maker if he hadn’t joined the air force. In times of battles and when conversing with seniors, quick thinking is an essential skill.

Mental Weaknesses
Rich Jews. Very rarely will he not go out of his way not murder a rich Jew. He has quite the anger management problem. He also is fixated following his Final Solution ‘to the T’. He is too stubborn to change the plans of the Final Solution and as such moves around the short comings of the plan.

He always rarely imposes himself on others. That job is reserved for Wolfgang. Also, he is not strong enough to do it himself.

He suffers to frequent illusions (hallucniations) but they are real to him. They usually only warp how he looks in the mirror (more muscled and a slightly different face cut than what it actually is. It makes him look less Aryan and more British and so he avoids looking at a mirror and talking to his henchmen without his costume on) or what a rich Jew is saying.



Physical Strengths and Weaknesses
Once, many years ago, he had won a fistfight with a local henchman. Two days later, he was beaten up by that henchman’s friends. Since then he has been reluctant to fight. Rest assured, when there is no other option he will fight in way that can be classified as ‘on the line between daring and reckless’.

Because he is not a great fighter, he always try to strike first and strike hard, wanting not to extend the fight because the longer the fight goes the slimmer his chances become.

The only firearm he has learned to use is the 9mm pistol (Walther P). It is a quick and ruthless, unlike Günter, gun which destroys opponents by the truck load (“best weapon for close combat”). He is very good with it at close quarters. His skill decreases exponentially as distance increases.

His endurance for body damage is perhaps his greatest physical strength. He will feel a knife wound just as much as the next person (perhaps a little more), but his chances of surviving said knife wound.

Physical Health
He is, of course, is good physical health, by normal standard. If judged by the new reduced standard for fitness passed by the London Authority for Malnutrition, he is in great physical condition.
As for diseases, no. The Final Solution requires him to be in good shape for the inevitable fight against the opposing forces.


What do you when you do when look at the poor state the world is in? You see death, despair, hatred, pestilence, war, plague, rape, torture, homosexuals, rich Jews, communists etc; what do you do? You improve the world, get rid of all the bad things; that’s what you do.
Günter has been a costumed villain for about five and a half-six months. Wolfgang joined up with him four months ago and Amadeus around the same time.

Günter’s main apartment is in the City of London, which is a part of the city of London. Apart from that he also has apartments in different areas, most just shanties whose tenants ‘disappeared’. Two of his henchmen run a small scale protection, prostitution and alcohol (selling cheaper stolen and adulterated alcohol) racket which pays for a lot of bills. Unfortunately, since the arrival of Wraith the business is threatening to slow down. Luckily the business is far away from Wraith’s region of control, but still the people are likely to start getting bolder and stop using Günter’s protection services.


Team Günter

Team Günter comprises of six people. Günter; his two body doubles, Wolfgang and Amadeus; the two racketeers, Adolf and Lukas; and two spies, Rafael and John (both teenagers). The spies usually join a group that Günter wants to target or is planning to, and find out the weak points.
There are a few associates of Team Günter. Henchmen of the Fourth Reich are all friendly with the ace pilot and so are the members of many smaller neo-Nazi groups.
Amadeus runs a small network of informants, mostly beggars and low-level henchmen.

I merged the personality and history section to better explain Günter’s past. Please refer to it.

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Wednesday, November 24th, 1948
London, England
9:45 AM

Two Germans stood away from the masses while six men, or rather parrots, spoke. They stood near a group of Britishers; near enough that people outside the group would think of them as part of the group; far enough that the group did not bother them. The men screamed and cheered with the crowd.

“Look there, I spy a few Germans in the crowd,” an amused Wolfgang mouthed. He cheered again as the speech started gaining momentum.

“A few very soon to be dead Germans. Yes, I spot them too. I must wonder though, about these Nazi-hating Aryans; who will kill them first, us or the Britishers?” Amadeus looked towards the podium once again. The last time Wraith had show himself in public, but this time he didn't. Instead, he had six men lose their voice for him. He was definitely somewhere around, but where?

“So, which one do you think is Wraith?” Wolfgang looked at the one podium nearest to him and hoped that was Wraith so this problem his boss was getting unnecessarily worried over would be solved.

“Not one.” Amadeus waited for a second and the continued, “The first time, his entry surprised everyone. It was spontaneous, sudden. No vigilante had the time to react. But this time, he had to build stages. There was a slight chance that some stupid vigilante might actually make a move in broad daylight. After all, not all masked men require masks to have balls. So, too big a risk.”

Unsatisfied by the answer, Wolfgang prodded on, “He still can be one of them. Look at the number of heavily armed idiots each man is surrounded by.”

“Ten men of each guy on the podium makes twenty eyes. I don’t think a hundred and twenty eyes can keep an eye on all these people. Let’s say he is one of them. Then why would he not have more mercenaries on himself? Protecting himself would be his biggest concern right now. Also, if one idiot vigilante does manage to mortally wound one of the speakers, there is a one in six chance that he has Wraith. What if there are two crazed vigilantes? We both have bet on enough horses to know what kind of odds one in three are. I wonder if he recruits all of London, who they will fight against? Who will keep these people distracted while Wraith takes more control? They’d turn on him.”

“Absolutely awesome is what they are,” spoke a smiling Wolfgang, referring to the odds. Even though horse racing had gone out of fashion, or rather no one had enough food to feed the horses; Wolfgang was always ready for the day it would come back. Once he had won a ton of money after he had by mistakenly bet on the wrong horse and the main horses had an ‘accident’ before the event. How red-faced all the other betters had been. And how much he had laughed.

Wolfgang and Amadeus cheered once more as the speech paused for dramatic effect. Wolfgang continued, “So where is the fool?”

“Somewhere close by. Definitely not in the crowd. Most likely? Somewhere in the clouds. Or one of the buildings. Or a half covered window.”

“Or shagging his mum in his house.”

Surprised, if only for a second, at the choice of words, Amadeus increased his speed of talking for it seemed the speech was reaching its peak, “Think about it. You love your explosion and he loves his public gatherings. Would you not stay nearby to see if the bombs have explo-”

Amadeus’ mother always told him how his timing was impeccable. His long dead mother was right on the money as usual (What his mother did not know was that the couch she so loved to sit on held Amadeus’s father’s secret stash. Funny how life goes). The blast threw the entire place in riotous atmosphere, more than five seconds before. It was the building-destroying climax the speech had been building on. Before Amadeus could fall on the ground, strong arms grabbed him and started to drag him out. Amadeus found his footing and was soon running out of the mess.

“My kind of guy, huh? Bloody ‘mericans, copying everything.”

“Yes… too bad… where are… we going,” spoke Amadeus as he huffed and puffed. Two blocks away they stopped.

“Two Germans were seen at the blast site laughing their asses off; killers. How does that sound?” Wolfgang spoke and laughed.

“True, true. Though ‘Two Germans fleeing crime scene in a fit of laughter therefore killers’ isn’t very encouraging either.”

Wolfgang pointed at the direction they were travelling in, “Nazi land. Britishers too scared to travel this road, American uninterested and police… well I’m not even sure there is such a thing as police in the great city of London anymore.” Another stream of laughter.

The road (or more accurately, alley) was deserted apart from them and a few lone Britishers looking around and-or running. Yet another stream of laughter. Amadeus was starting to get annoyed by Wolfgang's attention grabbing antics but what could he do that wouldn’t ensure a dynamite up his ass? Nothing.

“Let’s get to a nice vantage point ourselves,” said Amadeus. But Wolfgang was already on his way home. “Where are you going?”

“You do the vantage point nonsense. I need to go harass some people.”

“Very well,” said Amadeus and walked over the building closest to the stage and went in. A few people were cowering in fear inside and rightfully so. A mob that size, with a unified goal, would be unstoppable. If someone can turn the mob against Wraith, that would be the end of things. But who has six stages and forty well armed militia to challenge Wraith? From the inside is how he'll die.

The building ended at floor six. Quickly deducing that he would be very visible on the terrace, he chose to peep out of the smoke filled window of floor six. The building near it was burning, and so were five other buildings. One, Amadeus knew, belongs to a communist gang leader and one to some rich joker freak. The rest were just uninhabited (disregarding the homeless). But then again, choosing six random buildings in such a small area would easily yield a building whose owner was bankrupt. Such was the state of London.

"You're not from around here, are you?" a brittle voice spoke from behind. Amadeus hadn't the sickly man before. Did he come in the room after Amadeus or was he there from the beginning? Didn't matter. The question posed by the cockney weasel informed Amadeus that the man did not know his nationality. Clearing his throat slightly, but not looking back at the man, Amadeus spoke in a british-esque accent, "From the City of London." Why'd he tell the old man (assumed to be an old man from the frailty of the voice) the truth?

"This man lies to us, doesn't he? He will not save us. If he really wanted to save us, he wouldn't have just killed the lot of us."

Amadeus ignored the comment for a moment and studied the aftermath. Some were still running around, a few fights had broken out, a few trying desperately to save people stuck under rubble but most cheered on. Amadeus laughed morbidly. Yes, you can save the ones stuck under a ton of cement. Why were they so eager to uncover broken bones and pieces of flesh?

Amadeus thought he heard a scream of a woman in the distance, but something else was bothering him now. Why was he assuming it was Wraith's men who had planted the bomb? The answer, as always, eventually came to him. The guards didn't flinch; they knew. Even the old man had made that connection.

"They came some time ago and shooed us off. Probably planted then," said the old man. A smart man, the old guy was. And talkative. A deadly mix to say the least; reminded Amadeus of Amadeus.

"So, old man, what now?" asked Amadeus as he began to leave.

"What now? Now, we bend over for our new master."