Fascist Confederacy
08-08-2004, 23:12
It was early for the RSHA as the Xeo Branch stood at ready outside of a small cabin in the mountains near Brimsdale, FC. Officer Oliver Brine approached the door slowly, crouching as to try and make less noise. Cree-eek; The floor board went. With the sudden noise, Officer Brine was blasted at a horizontal level through the railings of the porch. Wooden splinters and nail shrapnel scattered across the area and over the vans outside of the cabin. A small group of officers knocked down the door. With amazement, and some fear, they say a tall, athletic man with carmine streams cascading from his facial orifices. With a precise shot, a dart penetrated through his torso, the needle slamming into his sternum, releasing the pin allowing volts of electricity the virberate throughout the suspects form.
Later that day, at a press conference:
Fuhrer Heydrich stood at the podium, his left hand clenching the wood of it, allowing a faint glimse of the Spade Ring tattoo to be visable to a reporters camera.
"Herr; Herr!" Announced one of the men in the back, his hand raised and flailing franticly.
"Yes," the Fuhrer addressed.
"What is your statement on the events this morning in Brimsdale?"
"Well," Reinhard breathed heavily,"We have seen these events before. We still know almost nothing about the reasons for their occurence. Now if you excuse me, I have a meeting with the head of RSHA."
With that, the Fuhrer was quickly escourted off to a different room...
SECRET:
Reich Security Head Office HQ:
"Well Fuhrer," the large man named Richard von Unbar, taking a short drag from his cigar,"You lied."
"Yes, I know... What of it? I've lied before."
"Not about this... We do know what causes this outburst of extremely powerful supernatural abilities... It only occures in pure Aryans... Mein Fuhrer... You are a pure Aryan..."
Later that day, at a press conference:
Fuhrer Heydrich stood at the podium, his left hand clenching the wood of it, allowing a faint glimse of the Spade Ring tattoo to be visable to a reporters camera.
"Herr; Herr!" Announced one of the men in the back, his hand raised and flailing franticly.
"Yes," the Fuhrer addressed.
"What is your statement on the events this morning in Brimsdale?"
"Well," Reinhard breathed heavily,"We have seen these events before. We still know almost nothing about the reasons for their occurence. Now if you excuse me, I have a meeting with the head of RSHA."
With that, the Fuhrer was quickly escourted off to a different room...
SECRET:
Reich Security Head Office HQ:
"Well Fuhrer," the large man named Richard von Unbar, taking a short drag from his cigar,"You lied."
"Yes, I know... What of it? I've lied before."
"Not about this... We do know what causes this outburst of extremely powerful supernatural abilities... It only occures in pure Aryans... Mein Fuhrer... You are a pure Aryan..."