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Old 03-29-2012, 01:21 PM #22
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"I have to admit, it's been a hell of a long time since we have talked in person... Welcome to France. Now I have to know your perspective of things..."

Grazi paused for a moment snapping his fingers in front of Goose's eyes, to which they responded.

"Well, you're not the Mad Hatter right now. So that's a start. Tell me 'Reichsmarshall,' what has happened to you and your people. Go through the story, take your time."

He looked in Goose's eyes one more time...

"Goose, do you know who the Mad Hatter is?"
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Old 03-29-2012, 03:17 PM #23
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!!laer ton era uoy em llet deah ym ni seciov ehT

I fear as the years progress things may become worse for me as I loose what little grip of Donnie I have left. I would never admit to the others especially the Hatter that my code name was slowly taking me to a dark place,,,, a place behind the looking glass. I am not sure if reallity can be trusted or truly exists for me. I only pray that my passion for the cause keeps these twisted images from my mind so I have the ability to help.

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Old 03-30-2012, 10:43 AM #24
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Take the Money and Run - Part #2

The scotch helped ease Dimlott's nerves and he began to relax a bit more. Aside from his paranoia attack in the alley things were going the way he and Eldon agreed they would: Ralph gives Eldon the envelope with the wax stamp on it and he gets the gold and a ride out of Paris to a secure German location. There was always a little voice in the back of Ralph's mind questioning if Eldon would...overlook...the Yeti-Off "media attack" he launched on PVN. Perhaps the information in the envelope pleased Tyrell so much he's forgetting the past?



The DEADPOOL guy was a different story altogether. He was barely holding it together and looked like he was going to lose control every time Ralph took a sip of scotch. Weird guy. It's not like he invented Yeti-Off or owned the corporation. Maybe he owned stock - which did drop in value due to Dimlott's expose'. Too bad. Ralph did what he had to for his money. DEADPOOL really took it personal.

The Rolls Royce smoothly made it's way towards the eastern city limits of Paris. A short distance after that, according to the deal, Ralph and his gold are to be dropped off at a remote location in a secure German area. Once out of the car, Eldon and his people are to be on their way immediately - without harming the reporter or touching his gold. Dimlott did not indicate where they are to go - just that he would tell them when to stop.

The truth was Ralph hadn't picked a spot yet and had no one waiting to escort him when he parted ways with the present company. He trusted no one - especially in the middle of nowhere during the dark of night with a fortune in gold. It was going to be a ***** hauling that crate. Dimlott vaguely saw himself burying it somewhere and coming back for it with some mercenaries in the near future. Or possibly flagging down a German patrol and using his contacts in the military to order them to assist him in reaching the nearest Swiss bank.

After that though, life will be GOOD! "I'm gonna buy me one of these "Rolls" and a case of that scotch when I get "situated", Dimlott said out loud. DEADPOOL snorted and a vein in his forehead bulged with his pulse.

"Don't forget the cigars!", Eldon said with a smile. Ralph nodded and smiled back.

His smile got even bigger as he stretched his legs out in front of him and folded his hands behind his head. The scene in the limo was surreal. He could picture telling his drinking buddies about it during a Saturday night card game at his future mansion. It would sound like one of those classic jokes that start: "A nun, a witch doctor, and a donkey go into a bar..." Except he would be saying: "Tyrell, the Pope, a psycho, and I are riding in a limo in France..." and his buddies would end up laughing up a storm.

Dimlott knocked back more scotch and DEADPOOL clenched his fists even tighter. Ralph realized seeing him drink the whiskey was "getting his goat". He decided to tweak him a bit more seeing as how they'll be parting ways soon, never to meet again. Putting the empty glass down and sliding his hand back behind his head on the window Dimlott looked at him with a smug smile and said "You have got to taste that scotch some time. It is del....

In an instant DEADPOOL had sprung forward and pressed a very large pistol to Ralph's lips, pinning his hands behind his head against the window.. "Taste this mothe..."

"That's bullet proof glass!", Eldon bellowed. "A richochette could kill us all!"

DEADPOOL hesitated and Dimlott's expression went from bug eyed panic to the smug smile again.

Another vein in DEADPOOL's forehead began popping and he stabbed the "Down" button for the electronic window. Ralph went back to being thoroughly panicked and tried to slide down the seat in order to keep the steadily shrinking window behind his head while frantically looking at Tyrell.

"Stand down!" Eldon roared so loudly everyone stopped and look towards him. With all eyes on him, Tyell gave his head a quick snap to the left while simultaneously raising his right arm straight out in front of him. He "clicked his elbow against his hip and and something metal shot out of his tuxedo sleeve. A spring loaded derringer appeared in his hand and it cracked once...

[To Be Continued]
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Only one film is known to exist of the assassination of Reichsmarschall Goose. This tape, the Joker film, was immediately confiscated for viewing, but was later returned and posted to Youtube. I guess nothing was found to be out of place in the video.... Or was there?
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The miniature pistol shot ended the chaos unfolding in the Rolls Royce. DEADPOOL had lunged out of the line of fire back into his seat. Pope Mario was pressing himself into the backrest of his chair and looking down wide-eyed at Dimlott. The reporter was slumped face down on the floor clutching his thigh. Blood was running through his fingers and he was slowly rocking up and down on his knees groaning. It kind of looked like he was "praising Mario".

Eldon still held the 1935 double barrel Remington Derringer in his hand. It was a rare pistol - Remington stopped making them in 35'. Tyrell won it in in a card game in 38' at the Blue Shroom. Considered by some to be a women's pistol - because it was small enough to fit in a hand bag - it was occasionally nicknamed a "muff pistol". This model had one barrel above the other.

The gun fired a .41 caliber Rimfire cartridge that traveled 425 feet per second. The bullet could even be seen in flight - but at a card table or saloon it could kill. Tyrell had his Derringer clamped to a spring-loaded harness strapped to his forearm. He could release the spring by pressing a lever on his elbow against his side. The gun would "appear" right in front of his open palm ready for use.

Eldon had his left hand fully extended towards DEADPOOL palm up and said, "Give me the gun." DEADPOOL just looked at Tyrell. Eldon's face tightened and he impatiently rolled his fingers and repeated, "Give me the gun, now." Slowly, the angry man yielded the weapon. Tyrell placed it in his waistband and let out his breath.

Then he told Mario and DEADPOOL to roll Dimlott on his back on the floor. It was no surprise the man was in pain but the cause of it was more than to be expected. He was bleeding from both legs! The round had struck and passed through his upper left thigh and lodged itself in his lower right calf. Hardly lethal injuries but quite painful - especially if he was to try to walk.

The driver asked over the intercom system if everything was alright. "We are fine back here but you can pull over now, Travis. Thank you", replied Eldon. Then he got down on the floor and cradled Dimlott's had off of the carpet and poured some whiskey over his lips. "Ralph swallowed and cried "Why the *bleep* did you shoot ME? We had a deal!"

"I saved your life!", Eldon said. "Besides, he's an employee and I'm not about to raise the company's Worker's Compensation Insurance rates!". Dimlott winced in pain and cursed some more.

The vehicle came to a stop and Eldon took out a knife and cut Ralph's trouser legs into strips and dressed the wounds the best he could with them. Then he poured more scotch in a glass and held it out towards the reporter. Ralph reached for the snifter but Tyrell dumped it on the bandages instead. The liquid soaked through the cloth and caused quite a burn. Dimlott squirmed and pounded the floor with his hands.

"I'm afraid we can't have you bleeding all over the car Mr. Dimlott", Tyrell said re-lighting his cigar. "This will have to be where we part ways".

"But what about our deal? You're supposed to drop me off unharmed with my gold in German territory". Dimlott whined.

"We are in German territory. There's a garrison up the road a mile or two. We'll alert them that we 'saw something' and they'll send a patrol", replied Eldon. Then he pressed the intercom button and said "Travis, please have the gold removed from the trunk".

A moment later the the passengers could feel the trunk opening and the car rising noticeably on it's springs. Eldon opened the door and stood on the side of the dirt road. DEADPOOL picked Dimlott up by his legs - aggressively - and Mario lifted him by his shoulders and they dumped him on the ground next to the crate of gold.

"This concludes our business agreement, Mr. Dimlott. It also brings closure", Tyrell said as he squatted down to talk to Ralph - who despite his pain was placing his upper body between Eldon and the crate.

"Closure for what?" gasped Ralph.

"For your expose' regarding Yeti-Off, of course", Eldon said. "Seeing you like this balances that score as well. You implicated the pope in your blackmailing scheme so I brought him along to see this for his closure. DEADPOOL's presence makes sense now as well, I assume?".

"I should have known when I saw them in the car instead of hookers that this was gonna get ugly", Ralph replied. Tyrell chuckled.

"Good luck, Mr. Dimlott! The slate is clean between us now", Eldon said as he ushered everyone back into the car.

"Wait! I'm unarmed - give me something for protection! Dimlott wailed.

"Oh Yes", Eldon said and reached into the trunk and took something out. He tossed the small package to Ralph on the ground. Dimlott saw it and with a disgusted look on his face said, "Yeti-Off!? You sick bastard! Why don't you just smear barbecue sauce all over me? Come on, at least give me a gun!"

Walking back over to Ralph the business man unclasped the Derringer from the spring harness and tossed it onto Dimlott's chest. "There's a round in the top chamber...use it wisely." Staring at the gun Ralph heard the car door close...

[next chapter: A New Beginning}
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“Man, was that I rough day of training”, I thought to myself. The men have been leaving a lot of sweat and blood out there. Thankfully it’s the weekend and we can all enjoy a well deserved pass.

No sooner did that thought cross my mind that my Company XO Bane stormed into the room. “Voodoo! You need to hear this!” he exclaimed as he gasped for breath.

“I just got back from Battalion S-2 and overheard that we’ve been contacted by the FSU by a man known as “Mad Hatter”. He’s contacted us with the intent to use us as “contractors”. Bane went on to explain how he’d be counting on us to help the FSU with passage throughout our area of operation. In return, we’d be rewarded with intell.

Naturally, I was skeptical about ANY deals being brokered by a man with the word “Mad” being used in his moniker.

“Bane, I need you to get our man in France on the horn”. I needed to confirm this for myself. As special operators, we accept all types of missions, but something just seems odd about this one. “Let’s find out more about this Mad Hatter before we go getting ourselves thrown into a meat grinder.”

After our last run-in with the French, we’ve learned to take any offer made to us with a grain of salt. “PNL-6 doesn’t take to kindly to treachery, whether it be intended or worse, implemented.”

Bane nodded in agreeance and had a look of steel in his eyes. “I don’t trust them at all” he said defiantly.

“Let’s see what they have to offer before we call out the guns Bane”

to be continued....
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It started to rain as night descended in Paris on Avenue du Diplomatie. Anderson bid good night to a round woman sweeping the floor to the hallway at the service entrance and with that he was into the night. Looking up at the sky he was rather caught unaware of the rain and pulled his coat that much tighter over his shoulders. He walked down the street amidst the light illuminating him as the cars drove down the Avenue. It was a busy night in Paris, though every night was busy. He kept strolling past some of the embassies he would frequent and at the end of street he stood waiting for the traffic light so he could cross, on the other side of the road he saw a woman and a man bound arm in arm clearly out together for the night. For a billionth of a moment he was jealous. He knew that life at one point, but war can change a lot of things for people; they don’t always have time for such pleasantries. Some would argue there was no war, and he should relax. However he knew there would be war, and it would come soon.

He thought for a moment as he stepped through one puddle then another if he should even attempt the German embassy tonight, but if his thoughts about the leak were true then there might be a key to him in the documents and then he didn’t have a choice. “Heh perfect night,” he mused.

Down the alley along the side of the German embassy, it was dark and the little bit of moon that shine through the clouds didn’t offer much in the way of light. He found the trash cans that he cleverly left, and upon moving them found the ladder he would use to scale the wall. One more look to see if the coast was clear and the latter rode up the wall. He climbed slowly using the rain to cover the noise. The dumpster he was looking for was on the other side of the wall. At the top of the wall he encountered the barbed wire, dull and rusty it served more as a deterrent than anything. He put his hand in the spot where he knew the space he could fit was and slid through, this wasn’t the first time he had made this trek. Settling through the fence he slipped and started to fall. Down he fell into the dumpster with a thud. Pain lurched through his arm, but he stiffened a cry. The thud might have alerted the guard, so he held his arm close and routed through the documents. Five minutes went by and he heard nothing, maybe they hadn’t heard him. Then he heard something awkward, something he of all things hadn’t planned on. Rain could mask the sound of footsteps but not the sound of a car. As he finished her heard it get closer and closer. He found a few documents that might be what he was looking for, and then something caught his eye. The letter was an official one, that’s opening was stamped. The letters were weird and barely readable. He stuffed the letter in his coat and reached up to the spot of the wall with the open brick, pain tore down his arm but he had to hurry. Up the wall he climbed to the barbed wire. Once at the top he paused and looked down the alley to see a car stopped down maybe 500 feet from where he was. He paused to see men outside the vehicle, and worried maybe he was found out. Several seconds went by; he looked around and saw they had not come any closer. He started back over the barbed wire and back down the ladder. His arm throbbed with pain as he hid the ladder and carefully walked along the wall seeing if he could get closer to the parked vehicle. As he neared 100 feet it started to move and drive away. Looking back down the other side of the alley Anderson decided maybe to just take this as a sign and head back to the store. Crossing the street he felt his elbow click a little and worried he had broken something. A fractured arm would ruin his job at the ministry and his mission would be compromised. He clenched his fist and flexed his arm, a loud click followed and then relief. The elbow could have been slightly out of place. He would feel it later.
Into the store front he slipped and towards the back, down the stairs where he found the light to the basement already on. He paused and listened, silence. He reached into a doorway on the opposite end of the hallway and pulled a bat out, someone was in his domain. He slowly walked into the room that had light pouring out of it and sitting in the corner was a jacketed fellow with a ridiculous hairstyle and a polished style that screamed a overzealous gentleman. Anderson sighed as their eyes met, and he lowered his guard. “What in the world would you have down with that,” the figure questioned in German.

“I would have taken your head off, and spare me the fatherland spit speak,” Anderson replied.

“You know it is raining outside, I wouldn’t be out in that might catch cold,” the figure said as he stood.

“I would rather hear what my postman has brought me than your meteorological attempt at the obvious,” Anderson snorted.

The postman, as he was called, was a runner or a shadow in the midst of the cat and mouse games of the clandestine endeavors in Paris. He frequently ran messages for all sides, with no real allegiance to any ONE individual. The only things were certain to Anderson regarding the postman, he never cheated you and he never ever gave out information. The postman walked over and brought an envelope out of his jack and handed it to Anderson. Then he pointed to the desk where a crate of rather decent size sat, almost too large for someone of the Postman’s stature to have carried. Anderson considered asking but thought the better. He opened the envelope and began to read, then thought for a moment using the memorized decoding technique and then smiled. “Good news I take it,” The Postman asked.

“Yes and no, yes because that crate you somehow managed to get in here means my request has been granted. However no, because that crate is here,” Anderson responded with a sigh, “It means my fears are realized.”
“Your fears, for the past few months I have watched you enough to know I don’t think anything scares you,” Postman said, “Whether it is courage or stupidity I cannot really say.”

Anderson opened the crate and drew out an M1911 from a holster, and slapped a clip into it. He cocked it and let the slide go back over the main body. He looked back at Postman, and shrugged. He laid the pistol on the table and started to look over the contents of the crate, the war might not have started but he sure was going to be carrying an arsenal. “There was another message that was not written down that was passed onto me when I was in England a few days ago, “Postman said.

He strode up closer to Anderson, who had begun looking at an envelope he had pulled from his coat. Postman noticed the stamp on the back of the envelope and sucked air into his teeth; he seemed to know the emblem. Anderson looked at him then the seal, “what does it mean?”

“French Special Unit,” Postman said as he fit his hat back on. Top hats were not much in the way of current fashion, but that didn’t stop the Postman.

“Interesting, looks like I’m heading to the Belgium border,” Anderson said.

“You may not like what you find there friend,” Postman said as he head towards the door,” You may find death waiting, there is a war coming and the side you’re playing for may not be the one best suited to enter into honorable combat against your foe. Are you sure you’re playing for the right side?"

Anderson took his coat off and poured a drink for himself, the gulped it down. He paused for a moment after setting the glass down and mulled the question over, and then he stuffed the pistol into his pants on his back and stood straight up to answer Postman. “You’re an awfully random individual to ask me about sides, considering you have none. I know what side I am fighting for, and death can be waiting for me all he wants,” Anderson shot back,” I will not keep him waiting, but I will not be staying either.”

“I have my side,” Postman responded with a chuckle,” me!”

“You can serve yourself, and maybe I am a little crazy,” Anderson said,” But I can put my head on my pillow at night when I know what I do and who I do it for.”

“O say can you see,” Postman sung quietly as he left the room.

He popped his head back in and whispered to Anderson, “OH your friend in England said ‘the game is on.’ But I would caution you to be careful of friends you keep whose parents named them Voodoo.”

Anderson drank another glass full and heard Postman leave out the front. He walked over to the chair at the far corner of the room and set the glass down on the table next to the lamp that was lit. He drew the pistol out and sat back in the chair, and rested the barrel against the side of his head as he read the note. His thumb cocked and un-cocked the hammer in almost a rhythm. He read the note and chuckled to himself, “French Special Unit.”


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But no response came... just the eyes of what was clearly neither just Goose or the Mad Hatter.

"Well what's clear is that your head isn't..." replied Grazi with a look of concern. "...So for whomever is in there be it Goose or the Mad Hatter, I want you to know we mean you no harm. If we wanted you dead that would have happened. But I understand the circumstances of your...Fall from prestige..."

Goose's face did not twitch, the only movement noticeable was the movement of his eyes and occasional blinking.

Grazi eyed his old enemy; the one who had attempted to hound him and his men through every corner of France and beyond. In some cases he had succeeded in catching the 'foxes' as he called them a few times before... But something about this man was different.

And now was the time that a choice had to be made.

Grazi continued "...And we can help you rise again from the fiery ash that you have stumbled into. It would require that we work together. Would you up for that?"

With a small smirk that grew into an evil smile Goose nodded once very slowly.

"Good..." Smirking himself the French leader went on "...Then I ask you this; stay here for a short time, my men are going to be hitting German garrisons all over the country this evening. Go with one of these groups led by Ram or Kaz and watch what we do..."

The former Reichsmarshall slowly eyed the two men standing behind Grazi with a curious fervor.

"Graz, I'm concerned about this idea." mentioned Ram. "I mean this is something that has never happened..."

Kaz butted in "That's true, but its not the first time we have taken risks of this magnitude. Remember the St. Nazaire Raid?"

Ram rubbed his eyes slightly and looked at Kaz with a grin that was worn, as if it was used too much to deflect that sort of logic. He then went on...

"Ok yes, you have a good point...But this...THIS is something else!"

"Indeed it is." Now Grazi was the one with the large grin on his face.


With that he went on to tell Goose to work with some of his XO's and learn the ways of the French Partisans. He, being the former Reichsmarshall needed to learn what it was like to be one of us if he wanted to support the cause. A lot could be learned from both sides of the spectrum, and it would be.

"Also, you need to make a stop in Paris and meet with me prior to going to the Belgium border. I want to talk when you are 100%. Now, if you excuse me I have a 'dinner' appointment to make. You yourself might want to prepare yourself as well, your friends can stay here. Ram, Kaz get this man a gun and show him what we do for a living."

With that Grazi walked out towards the secret confessional.

When he got out and quickly strolled back to the entrance of the Church he was greeted with the sight of some Germans taking photos of the outside, none of them noticed the car pull up behind them where Grazi got in and drove off back towards home...Paris, and his dinner date's.

His date's were two other old acquiescence's of his. Both of them so happened to be in the same place at once on this chilly evening.

"Two birds, and one bag of pigeon feed...Heh" Grazi couldn't help himself, his former teacher was about to be re-taught the lesson that he had preached to Grazi so many times.

In the back of the car was the stash of items that came with the three cast away's. There was nothing particularly special, besides one item. A silver capsule which was filled with a foul smelling purple liquid had been found on Goose, it had the strangest symbols carved on it. And the work was not of this time period, but of something far far older.



(Hours later, in a treeline outside Paris)



Getting here before his former teacher's car was not the problem, especially considering the huge amount of weight that was on its back tires. Using the German issues field glasses any fool could see that the vehicle could do a wheelie at any moment.

Yet another sign that this was a quick job, that Mr. Eldon Tyrell was riding by the seat of his pants. This however, was about as rare as a German without orders. Which was never.

So why would Eldon be risking getting compromised in France over...

"OH..." exclaimed Carter, who was on the other side of Grazi with an identical pair of field glasses. "So that's why he's in such a hurry."

"Money." Smiled Grazi once more.

Carter had been around since the start of this resistance, he had run into his fair share of Germans, Allies, and beasts alike. The latter was a scary story, one he did not tell lightly even over bottles upon bottles of wine and other social lubricants.

Then a person who was throw from the vehicle like a fisherman would throw an unwanted catch was none other than Ralph Dimlott, a PVN correspondent who had a knack for getting the stories nobody could. Usually at risk to his own hide, and somehow he always came out unscathed...But not this time it appeared. Ralph had taken a bullet to the thigh.

The car was stopped and the driver had unloaded what appeared to be a large crate from the trunk and, in the process of unloading it Grazi noticed that a hand became visible falling out of the trunk and dangling from whomever's torso it belonged to. The driver pushed the hand back in and closed the trunk.

Then it was visible that based of the balding scalp that could barely be seen over the top of the car door, Tyrell had gotten out.

"Heh, I'm going to hell for this one..." chuckled Grazi in cynical light. "It's time to start the show gentlemen."

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Ralph was beyond lost at this point... He had no idea what to do next. He was shot, lost, and probably to be out of his 9th life quite soon.

All he could do was stare at the car that he so wanted for his own, and now with this particular one wanted it on fire and in a heap of steal when the unthinkable happened.

Suddenly as if answered by the Gods themselves a massive explosion could be heard with the resulting fireball looming over the treeline thousands of yards in front of him. And in the same instant pairs of lights turned on illuminating the beautiful vehicle making it shine as if it had just left the factory.

In an instant the car had stopped and did nothing... Dimlott, mouth ajar looked on to hear the faint sound of alarms going off at what he now assumed was the German garrison some miles ahead that Tyrell had mentioned.

But just before he had tried to figure out everything that was going on around him, Dimlott noticed a small flicker of light approaching...Which then turned into a full bodied figure from the front of the car.

It came closer and closer, until all that could be scene from the trim German officers uniform and cap, was the cigarette and grin of someone who had just put the knight in place to cause checkmate.

"I would not make any sudden movements gentleman, besides..." the man threw his cigarette in the grass and scrapped it on the ground. "...We don't want to ruin Eldon's car anymore then it already is."

Ralph knew all at once and it popped in his head: GRAZI!
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That's right, the french resistance sabotaged our transport of the former air force officer.. Air force officer?? Whatever, now I understand why we lost the Battle of France... But I never hold any grudges, for being a diplomat it's not wise to not look ahead to the future and the past relations I have had with my fellow French and German associates.. I hope the Reichmarshall a swift death at the hands of the resistance..

Wait a tick, is that? No it can not be? What is he doing in that trash container? Looking for things he feels is important to him and his little cause.
Yep, it's Anderson!!! Hyena, track this fool and see where he goes... I am late, late for a very important date!!!
Hyena took off into the night to see what Mr. Anderson was up to. I hope he finds what that idiot is up to... Americans only have one thing they strive for. Their own hyped ego and power... I had power once before Grandpa turned it over to the state. But that's another story for another time. the house has kept it's promise to this Reich. Let's not ruin that...

Later that evening...

The room is secure my lord, says my personal assistant Slipshod.. Good evening Count!! As I turn there is Doctor Dimentia.. Hello dear Doctor, what have you discovered on why the former Reichmarshall was going mad?
Upon further examination before his departure from France, the tests where very inaccurate until we got the results of the blood drawn from Goose. It is what I had feared. Goose has been the victim of a rare disease. He must of contracted by ingestion of something he drank, more then likely water. The signs where there, altered personality, mood swings, irrational behavior. This disease is contracted when rats get into the container of water or ale, wine, beer, and there droppings, well lets say fester in there.
Rat droppings? I never heard of such a thing... What is this disease so I can warn our outposts here in france and the good Fench people.
"Deadpoolio", the Doctor said. "On that note, I must go back to my lab and find a cure for this disease!!!"
Doctor Dimentia is now gone, I hope he finds a cure. If any one can he will..
"My lord", exclaims Slipshod with an urgent ring to it. "That special Ambassador has arrived."
"Send him in with most haste Noah, we have much to discuss."
I have been waiting some time to meet this gentlemen, he was once a proud member of the Juggernaut, then he defiled some poor boys in a country far away. But with some help from his new home nation, they have forgiven what he has done and accepted him as one of there own with his sworn loyalty to the ruler of that land. His new name is Ngaya Shaggymoto...........

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Chapter 2 – These Hands (Arras – October, 1940)

Anderson spent 6 months more in Paris securing a few associates in his endeavors. He found that the aide he received from them would be invaluable as he began the second phase of his plan. The entire purpose of his being in France was simple, gain assets associated with the French Military and any groups associated with intelligence that the French orbited in and find out what infiltration routes the German SS were planning, as well as doing it without firing a shot.

Light shined through a slit in a board in the wall, the wall used to be wall papered and full. That was before a few hundred pound bomb landed next to it and demolished half the building. Anderson awoke to see the light shining through. He was bitter cold, it was only October but the temperature was dipping faster than he was anticipating. He pulled the blankets he had closer but it did little to hold the chill back. He had been living in this shattered building for two weeks. He relocated every month out of sure guarantee that staying too long and if someone was after him, they would find him. Arras was a few hundred miles from Lille which was the site of the last letter sent by a German Leak. Nothing had been heard since he dug the last letter out of a dumpster next to an Embassy almost three years ago. He had nothing at this point to go off, no contact with his handler or with HQ in almost 3 months. Prior to his arriving in Eastern France he had never killed a man.

Of course that changed in 1938, the invasion of Poland shocked everyone in the OSS especially Anderson. His assets were sure that war would not come till at least 1940, once his team was in place and he could link up with any resistances that had formed and possibly gain access to Germany before the war began. This was impossible with the outbreak, and his role as a quiet and passive observer halted abruptly May 10th. Apart of his attempt to get to the leak, Anderson made his way to Arras and the disappeared off the map. No other links to the leak were found, it almost seemed like someone had set him up from the beginning with the leak just to lure him out into the open. When the bombers hit and Germany invaded May 10th, everything changed. Anderson had to disappear, he had to blend in and await orders. Time was painstaking, and waiting was torture. This winter would be cold, colder than the others before and his hands shook with the chill. These hands used to play music, now they sing songs only of death. What frightened him most was he was becoming extremely good at it.
It was time for breakfast, and time to see if any mail had come. The Postman hadn’t come knocking since they last spoke in Peronne on the River Somme. Postman pleaded with him one more time, but Anderson should have listened. It almost seemed like Postman was trying to warn him, but where was he now?

Anderson walked out the front door of the bombed out building onto the dirt path down the hill to Arras, he lived about 3 miles out of town and it would take a bit to walk into town. He would have to duck any German patrols that might be out and about, and if he were caught he wouldn’t last the check for appropriate papers. His last run in with a patrol left three men dead and blood on his hands that just would not wash off. Arras was a rather large town with a post office, and few German soldiers if any that seemed only to be transient. It was the perfect place for him to hide out, and after his message he had sent to Dunkirk to be sent over with some soldiers to England he prayed some word would come. However months had passed since that letter was sent out, and no word back. He might be on his own for good.
He strolled into town, and walked towards the post office first. It was a Tuesday morning and the mail when it was delivered, always arrived on Monday mornings. However he had not been into town for a few days, the less contact the better. He had looked for some form of employment but found little to none available. The country was in the ****ter and jobs were the last thing on anyone’s mind, hunger was the first. He had some money, but it had gotten him only so far. Odd jobs and bartering had gotten him more food and supplies than paper money, and wildlife was plentiful enough he did not go hungry.

He entered the post office and past by a patron that was leaving, the man bumped into him rather hardly and Anderson paused a moment expecting an apology. It never came, only the exit of the rather rude individual. Anderson approached the clerk,” Bonjour, has the mail come?”

His French was impeccable at this point. The clerk paused and then pulled out a crate that he set up on the counter. “We have a few letters that arrived morning past, what is your name Monsieur,” the clerk asked.

Anderson paused; this could be a problem he did not have papers and if the man was some sort of German appointee, well his pistol that was currently stuffed in his jacket would have to alleviate any issues. “Anderson,” he chanced it.

The man sorted through some letters and shook his head, “Nothing here by that name, but are you from Paris?”

“I lived there for a bit,” Anderson responded, his hand itched for his pistol as waves of anxiety washed over him.

“Ah that man who just left, said if someone by your name came in that I should give this to him, “the clerk drew out a large envelope and handed it over to Anderson, ”he said the fellow would be from Paris.”

Anderson looked at the clerk puzzled and then realized that he may have been made; he spun on his haunches and darted to the door. Outside of the door there was no one, at least no one in any close vicinity. He waited a long second and then re-entered the office. “Everything alright Monsieur,” the clerk asked.

Anderson shook his hand and took the envelope, inside was a note written in French;

‘To My friend,
If you are receiving this letter than the clerk is not completely imbecilic, however it could also mean he has turned this letter over to German Authorities. In that case, DO NOT READ ANYMORE. Wolf it has been a long time since Peronne. I hope you are well, I have this letter from your contact in England apparently your message from Dunkirk reached him. I wish you the best of luck, I pray for you daily.
Signed,
The Postman’


Anderson shook his head and a smile crossed his face, the clerk looked at him for a moment then shook his head. “You going to marry her,” the clerk asked.

Anderson coughed, “What? No oh, um well no Monsieur. This is a gentleman writer.”

“I see, see yourself out friend,” the clerk said with an awkward look on his face.

Anderson was almost out of the building before he finished his sentence. Down the lane he raced and into the woods adorning the town, and up the hill. The hill overlooking the town was a great place to sit even in the chilly day; it offered a nice glimpse of the town and the road towards Lille. Anderson slid next to a tree and began to tear through the envelope. Inside he found a map, and an encoded letter that he had memorized the key to. The letter was from Voodoo and it had some explicit instructions.

‘Wolf,
I hope you’re alive; the damned krauts tore through the French country side like a rich man through a brothel. We are preparing something big soon, and will need pathfinders. In three months’ time I will have a team heading to the location on the map. They will assist you in your endeavors. I hope you made use of the crate you received and you have made some contacts with the resistance. Your hunch about the leak is credible and last week he transmitted again. We radio direction triangulated three possible places the leak is transmitting from in Lille. Get there, and find out if he is still alive. I need to know what he knows and I need you to contact the local resistance in that town. The Dogs of France are a local Allied aligned resistance entity that will assist you. Your contact is Hound. Stay alive, and get your job done. Excellent work so far sergeant.

Voodoo’


Anderson crumbled up the letter and stuffed it into his pocket. The map was clear and inside he found identifications papers, what a relief this was. Voodoo didn’t mess around when it came to preparedness. Anderson began the walk to his building and from there onto Lille. It was time to find this rat and contact the Dogs of France. Anderson chuckled, “What a stupid name.”

He smiled as he headed down the woods along the road, he almost hoped to be stopped and asked for his papers. From here on out, he had a goal and a purpose. It was a good feeling, one he hadn’t felt since the last time he saw that girl back in Paris. Then again, nothing really quite felt like her.
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Moya moya. Supposedly, it is the Chinese name of a disease that commonly affects pre-adolescent children in that country. In English, it means "puff of smoke" and describes the disease quite aptly. This sickness comes out of nowhere, strikes down healthy individuals in an instant, and then is gone like a "puff of smoke". It seemed Dimlott's fortune was having it's own little moya moya moment.

Laying on his back on the cold wet ground Ralph saw the sky flash when the garrison was attacked by the French partisans. Despite the distance he felt the rumble of the explosion in the ground under his back. The boom rolled by a second later like a thunderclap. There would be no patrol from the garrison.

Dimlott knew there would not be much time. The explosion will soon attract all types of people. Not just people, either.

Ralph rolled onto his belly and kind of slithered up tight to the heavy crate. His legs were in a lot of pain and he could not use them to help move himself. He had only his arms to get him and his gold out of sight.

Pressing his forehead against the short side of the crate the desperate man extended his arms up both sides of the crate and burrowed his fingers as deeply as he could into the pebbly soil. Then he heaved with all his might to push the crate forward with his head. After repeating this three times Dimlott saw that he had only moved the crate two inches. He was exhausted and already had a raw spot on his forehead.

Ralph rolled onto his back to rest a minute and catch his breath. He noticed the Rolls Royce hadn't gotten very far and was being illuminated by very strong lights. A silhouette in a German officer's uniform came forward from the glare. Dimlott felt a momentary surge of relief but it turned first to bewilderment, then uncertainty, then finally anxiety as he realized it was Grazi!

Ralph knew he wasn't going anywhere now that the French were on the scene. He wasn't sure though what their intentions were. There was one thing he swore to make happen if he left here without his gold: the last cartridge in the Derringer would be saved for the nutjob who screwed up the deal!

Just before Grazi had a full view of Ralph's body the reporter stashed the tiny pistol under the bandages on his thigh. Then he purposely squeezed more blood out of the wound thinking the French wouldn't search for a weapon under the messy dressing...

[To be continued]
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After leaving Ralph with his new found fortune, the Tyrell crew clims back in the limo.

No sooner had they sat down when they heard a loud explosion. Off in the distance they saw explosions and flames rising form the area of the German Garrison.

Big John then chimed in "I think our Germans friends are having a bad night. Wonder who ruined their evening, as if I can't guess"

Just then a Rolls Royce starts heading toward them.

"I know that car. That Rolls belongs to none other than the French Resitance leader Grazi. Looks like he's in a rush to leave the scene of the crime?" Eldon said with a laugh.

"Seems that way as all his men are following right behind in their trucks. I just hope we don't get blamed for this." Big John said.

The Rolls Royce then pulled to a stop near their limo. Grazi immediately stepped out heading towards Dimlott.

Knowing Grazi, Tyrell figured he would want to have a chat so he rolled down the window and motioned towards Grazi. He only hoped this wouldn't take to long as he had money to make.
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I a été trente-six ans depuis la voiture à essence premier engin motorisé en Amérique rugit dans les rues goût, comme je l'ai gagné le premier Grand Prix de Monaco. Je suis né en 1903 d'un père anglais et d'une mère française à Montrouge, France. J'ai grandi couramment dans les deux langues française et anglaise de mes parents. Après la Première Guerre mondiale ma famille a déménagé à Monte-Carlo, où je suis tombé en amour avec la conduite automobile rapide.

À l'âge de quinze ans, j'ai acheté ma première moto faite par la Société de fabrication de motocyclettes sur les Indiens. Pour gagner de l'argent pour réparer et courir ma moto j'ai pris une position chauffeurs avec l'artiste irlandais célèbre, William Orpen. Dans les années 1920 j'ai participé à des courses de moto à travers l'Europe, mais gardé le secret de ma famille en adoptant le pseudonyme de «W Williams". Durant ces années, je rencontre mon épouse actuelle, Yvonne Aupicq, et nous nous sommes mariés en 1929.

En 1928, j'ai remporté le Grand Prix français, puis à nouveau en 1929. Cette même année, la conduite d'un Bugatti 35B, j'ai gagné le premier Grand Prix de Monaco en battant les Mercedes lourdement favorisé de la grand pilote allemand, Rudolf Caracciola. En 1931, j'ai remporté le Grand Prix de Belgique à Spa-Francorchamps. J'ai également remporté le Grand Prix de La Baule trois années consécutives; de 1931 à 1933.

Lorsque les nazis sont entrés en France au cours du début de cette guerre, j'ai couru en Angleterre, où j'ai rejoint le service royal de l'Armée. En raison de mon aisance en français et en anglais j'ai été recruté dans le Special Operations Executive (SOE) pour aider à la Résistance française de nazi en France occupée. De là, j'ai recruté compatriote pilote automobile Robert Benoist et, ensemble, nous avons travaillé dans les cellules hématopoïétiques et Paris sabotage comités d'accueil pour les opérations de parachutage des Alliés. Malheureusement, en 1943, j'ai été pris par les nazis en dehors de Paris. Après un interrogatoire poussé par les SS nazi, j'ai été envoyé au camp de concentration de Sachsenhausen ... Mais cette fois ... Je reviens avec la vengeance ...
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Au printemps de 1942, le Fw-190 était devenue une épine mal à l'aise forte du côté de la RAF Fighter Command. Évidemment, si un exemple de navigabilité du Fw-190 pourrait être capturé et ses secrets sondé, ce serait d'une valeur inestimable. Williams, une entreprise publique britannique pour la résistance française, a élaboré un plan audacieux pour obtenir cette fin.
Dans une opération de ce type, deux hommes pourraient réussir là où plusieurs échouent. Williams a suggéré que son bon ami Carl, également connu sous le nom «Le coq», chef pilote d'essai à la Tyrell Corporation, devrait l'accompagner dans l'entreprise.

Les éléments essentiels du plan sont les suivants. Sur Nuit 1 de la Royal Navy moteur canonnière, équipé de radiogoniométrie, était de réaliser la paire à un point dans environ deux miles de la plage sélectionnée sur la côte française, où ils débarquent dans un canot de pliage. La paire devrait pagayer à terre, cacher leur bateau dans les dunes de sable et se coucher pendant la journée suivante. Le Night 2 la paire serait déplacer à l'intérieur de portée d'observation de l'sélectionnée Fw-190 aérodrome, et se cacher avant l'aube. Pendant les heures du jour la paire de tenir le terrain d'aviation sous observation et de planifier leur attaque. Le Night 3 serait la paire pénétrer les défenses aérodrome par la ruse, et de dissimuler eux-mêmes aussi près que possible à un ou plusieurs Fw-190 à leurs points de dispersion. La paire alors attendre le lendemain, quand l'équipe au sol est arrivé à faire tourner le moteur de l'un des combattants.

La paire aurait alors casser la couverture, tirer ou chasser les membres de l'équipage au sol, et Carl le coq serait sauter dans le cockpit et le taxi à la machine de la piste. Comme il l'a fait, Williams serait en dehors du plan conjurer toute tentative d'interférer avec le fonctionnement. Une fois que Carl était décollage en toute sécurité, Williams se retirait dans une peau préalablement préparés. Dans la nuit de 4, il reviendrait à la pirogue cachée. Juste avant l'aube, il lancerait de l'artisanat et pagayer sur la mer, ce qui rend les transmissions radio de telle sorte que la canonnière du moteur pourrait maison sur l'artisanat et le ramasser. Avec le commandant et son personnel évoquant autant Intel que ce qu'ils peuvent pour Williams, la mission se trouve toujours patiemment en réserve jusqu'à la résistance est tout à fait prêt. En ce moment Williams se prépare pour son prochain Grand Prix ... Avril 4, 1944.

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Dimlott and Tyrell in the same spot at once! What could and straight shooting Frenchman ask for... Well perhaps a gun that shot around corners. But that was being worked on anyhow...

Grazi was no stranger to Dimlott or Tyrell. He was in fact Tyrell's "student" for years, and had learned some valuable tips to stay alive, and they must have worked because he was still here. He had a respect for Eldon, always had...But he had thus since parted ways with the Corporation to instead do what he thought was right...And he liked the idea of being his own boss.

Mr. Dimlott on the other hand was also someone Grazi had met in the past. He had ties to the German military, but he also had ties to the French forces in the area. Although he would not totally admit it, Grazi always had that card to play if he needed it. Ralph in his own way was dangerous. They say the pen is mightier than the sword, and in this case the new media phenomena of the video camera had transformed the battlefield into something we could all see. This made Ralph a VERY important person, since the new way to wage war could be through this new device.


Since leaving the treeline and walking towards the now bewildered bunch Grazi heard the slight sound of gunfire coming from behind him near the garrison. That wouldn't last too long however, so he had to be quick about his dealings here.

Besides, this German uniform was starting to smell. Sadly these Germans had no concept as to what cologne or aftershave was. No wonder he was doing so well with their lady friends...



Dimlott, who's back was now frozen to the side of the gold crate was now attempting to hide something or at least make it harder to see. Heh, nice try Ralph...

"Gentleman, I have but a few moments and that goes for you as well. So let me be quick about this and then I'll let you all go on your merry little excursion."

Just then Eldon started to get out of the car, he wanted to meet his former student face to face, and show him his "willingness" to cooperate.

But besides Eldon, Grazi could vaguely see the tipped white brim of what appeared to be someone's hat that he knew. Heh

"Eldon... Coming out of the car alone? You're not going to introduce me to your...Oh I'm sorry, our mutual friend in the back seat?"

Eldon, who usually had a witty comment for every situation just smirked for a moment as he decided his plan of action.

"Well I must have done something right..." Tyrell paused for a moment "...Can't imagine what that might have been but here we are. So do tell, why are you here."

That threw another smile on Grazi's face. This was going to be wonderful, but he had to do it quickly. Time was not on his side here.

Taking a breath, and getting another cigarette out of his uniform pocket he went on:

"First off, Ralph..." Dimlott's eye's shot up as if his name had been called to the principles office of a school, "...Put the 'mahasca' away before you shoot yourself."

Walking over towards Dimlott he knelt down and looked at him...

"I'm going to make you a simple proposition, and considering your previous 'help' is currently getting shot and or ***-raped by The Yeti you might want to listen..." He motioned to Dimlott to do something about this not lit cigarette, of which Dimlott painfully and slowly got out a lighter and lit Grazi's cigarette.

"One of the trucks with my men is going to drive over here, and take you and your crate wherever you wish. However..." Taking a puff of the newly lit cigarette, Grazi motioned to Dimlott to move a little. He did, and was VERY unhappy since he had an idea where this was going.

"...I am taking one of these beautiful gold bars as a sign of your good will...And considering the amount you have in there I don't think you will miss it that much. Oh and one last thing, we will be in contact with you about doing some of your reporting for us."

Grazi closed the box and locked it again and helped prop Ralph back against it. He then worked his way over to the window of Eldon's beautiful ride and made the 'roll the windows down' motion.

The window slide down and revealed what he though he saw.

"Ahhh! Pope Mariol, It has been some time since we last spoke. I trust that Eldon is treating you well?" He looked over to his former teacher to see that the previously calm face was now annoyed. "Then again he has spilled blood in your presence...Tisk tisk tisk."

The Pope was not annoyed, but he also did not expect this.

"Ima tryin to wash ma hands of this, you shoulda know that by now Grazi."

"And you expected to get cleaner being in the back seat of Eldon's Car?"

Grazi grinned slightly as Pope Mariol's eyes widened slightly as he absorbed the newly brought up point, and then went back since he knew it was too late.

"Mamma Mia."


Panning back to Eldon, Grazi saw that he had now folded his hands behind his back, which was the sign that he was waiting for the point of the conversation. Grazi looked back towards the inside of the car.

"Oh and you're here also deadpooll, do me a favor and pass over that bottle of scotch right there... Oh and that bottle of Whiskey too. Plus those two glasses."

As he poured two glasses and handed them to Eldon and Dimlott respectively, he went on...

"Oh and Eldon, I am taking these two bottles as a sign of YOUR good faith that you will come visit me to discuss some...Things. Some of these things you may find lucrative to 'our' future business. Oh and I would also get out of dodge quickly, because if the Germans find you they will not be happy that your arms shipment they were suppose to receive never made it..."

Eldon was now gripping the glass tighter.

"...We however love the fact that you take the time to give us such cheap weapons...If you want you can drive up the road and see them in action now! Hahahaha!"

Both Dimlott and Tyrell looked at one another briefly, both were surprised, but only Dimlott showed it... He did have two holes in his legs.

"Good evening gentlemen. And do be safe..." Grazi took a swig right out of the whiskey bottle, to Eldon's horror, "...It's a jungle out there."

Grazi left with the same grin on his face that he had before... But now it was from ear to ear.
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A New Beginning - Part #2

To Ralph, Grazi appeared to drift away rather than deliberately make his exit. Shock, scotch, and pain clouded his awareness of what was going on around him. His brain and "senses" were processing everything at half speed. He laid on the ground in a numb, dazed state for a few moments as his eyes slowly rolled towards the sky. Suddenly, while contemplating the stars, Dimlott sat upright! His mind had finally caught up to the moment where Grazi "tucked" a gold bar from his crate. The memory was a "mental smelling salt" for the PVN correspondent. He ripped the lid off of the wooden box of gold bars and stared down with bulging eyes and quivering lips. A barely audible "Eeepp!", escaped his throat. The empty slot left by the bar Grazi took was glaring. To Dimlott, it was like viewing a perfect smile with a missing tooth!

Ralph looked down at his legs as if he was seeing the damage for the first time. He tentatively touched the makeshift bandage on his upper thigh that Tyrell had made from his trousers. Despite his propensity to peddle sub-quality items for big bucks the man knew how to apply a field dressing under duress. However, Dimlott knew from the pain delivered by such a soft, probing touch he needed to get to a hospital ASAP before an infection cost him his legs. Was the resistance really going to bring him anywhere he wished now? Would they let him keep his gold?

At that moment, it seemed Grazi was living up to his end of the bargain because Ralph could hear a vehicle approaching him. It had all it's lights off, but from the low-pitched grinding sound that grew louder as it got closer he could tell it was a manual transmission in "reverse gear". "If this is legit", Dimlott thought to himself, " I want to go to the village of Pesmes".



[To be Continued]
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