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OOC thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382560)

General Rolf Bayerlein, an man of late fifties with a grey mustache and an aged face, sits at his oak desk. The window to his right overlooks the entire capitol city, and the window behind him overlooks the barracks.

The General is the leader of the Centurion Initiative, a very top-secret Special Operations Agency inside of Witzgall. Only eight men who work for the Fuhrer know of the Initiative, and only two of them are authorized to "call in the hounds" if need be, besides the Fuhrer.

Bayerlein looks out upon the barracks, with each roof covered in white powdery snow and much still falling and piling up on the ground. Two soldiers stand outside of each building, which houses ten other Initiative "agents."

He looks out of this window, amazed at what the Initiative has become. Starting off with only sixteen operatives, it has grown into a formidable opponent to any terrorist situation or anything that requires a special "assessment" of the situation. With over eighty members, each trained to a specific task and that task honed like a pinpoint, the agency was topnotch in every department.

The General turned back to facing the doorway as a knock came from the wooden door.

"Come in." the General shouted.

A man, tall and lean, dressed in a black suit and red tie, walked into the office. In his right hand was a briefcase, handcuffed to his wrist. In his left, a Glock 17 silenced.

"Who are you?" the General asked as he rose from his comfortable leather chair.

The man simply shut the door and walked over to the General's desk. He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the desk, and uncuffed the briefcase. He placed the briefcase up onto Bayerlein's desk, and smiled.

"You aren't authorized to be anywhere near this campus. Who are you? I demand your name and citizen code number." the General said to this new "acquantence".

"I am authorized. My citizen code number, if you wish, is four-four-six-eight-zero-two." the man replied as he began to enter the lock code into the digital keypad of his briefcase.

The General logged onto his computer with haste, and the man placed his Glock upon the desk, next to the briefcase. The General typed in the citizen code digits, and a screen popped up with every information known to all of mankind about the man who sat before him.

"Mister Tochter?" the General asked.
"No...my name is Karl Reiner." the man replied, smiling.
"Ha. Just checking. Now...who are you, and what makes you think you are authorized to speak with me?" the General said.

The General screened the information. Eight years with the Air Force, two as a mechanical engineer developing new artillery, and one year as a Security Advisor to the Fuhrer who preceded Fritz Viechal, the current Fuhrer.

"I have quite a history. But I need your help." the man said as he opened the briefcase, revealing over two hundred thousand dollars in USD.

"That is alot of money to be toting around a city like this." Bayerlein said, rubbing his chin softly.
"I need your help, General Bayerlein. I need it now." the man said, closing the briefcase.

The General leaned back in his chair and sighed. He was curious as to what this man needed, but he did not want to start another scandal like the previous one about his secretary's disappearance.

"What is it that you need me for?" the General asked, killing the cat.

The man smiled with pleasure as the Bayerlein asked that question. He had lured in the impossible man, and soon he would have the General convinced and sucked into where he could not escape.

"It is quite simple, in all reality. I need you to dispose of a little bug on my back." the man replied, wiping the smile off of his serious face.
"You want a murder? Is that what you're asking of me?" the General questioned with intense curiousity.

The man paused, and the General looked up at his cieling briefly, then at his expensive diamond-encrusted watch.

"Indeed it is." the man said, pushing the briefcase closer to the General.

A tall, muscular man in military uniform and a black beret walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. The "businessman" sitting in the guest chair in front of the General is stunned, and almost jumps out of his seat.

"Mister Bayerlein, Colonel Stuckheardt needs you in Barrack Three as soon as you are available." the man says, staying in front of the door.
"What is his trouble?" asks Bayerlein.
"Unknown. I have only been told that he requires you as soon as you are available to assist him." the man replies.
"Very well. I will be there soon." the General replies, turning his attention from Karl Reiner to the man infront of the door.

The large muscular man salutes Bayerlein, and leaves quickly. Karl Reiner is still shocked at the mans disregard for a shut door.

"Who was that, General?" Reiner asks.
"A seargent. His name is not of importance." the General replies.

The General grabs a cigar from his desk and lights it. He begins to smoke slowly, still watching the company he has.

"Right. Back to our business proposition. Are you interested in the least of ways?" Reiner asks, waving off a cigar offered to him.
"I am intrigued with curiousity about this matter. Perhaps interested is the word, perhaps not. Of what importance is this target of yours?" the General asks.

Reiner looks into the General's eyes with all seriousness. He thinks to himself about the situation, and then speaks.

"The target is of great importance to me, dead. As for you...I am not aware of your situation on the Democratic Liberation Party." Reiner replies.

The General's face goes pail in an instant. He is shocked by what Karl is speaking of.

"The DLA? Are you serious?" the General asks, this time killing the carcaas of the cat.
"Very much so. The President of the party has some very bad documents concerning my diplomatic duty when I worked with the Fuhrer, and I cannot allow him to release them to the general public, much less the international community. I will be a laughing stock, as will be the entire Council." Reiner replies.

Bayerlein pauses before responding, taking a puff of his fine cigar to calm his adrenaline now pulsing through his veins.

"You wish for me to kill off Andreas Pusch?" Bayerlein asks.
"Yes. With utmost scrutiny and stealth. Nobody must know about this. Make it look like a covert operation gone bad. That is what the Initiative is for, correct?"
"The Initiative is the leading Counter Terrorist operation center, and one of the few unknown to the world."
"That is what you tell yourself. That does not mean it is the truth."

The General knows what Reiner speaks of is the truth. The Centurion Initiative was started as a "silencing" service for the Fuhrer. But now it was a Special Ops organization, long lost from the past it once served.

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Bayerlein inhales his cigar, and puts it out, disregarding the fact that it is only half done. He looks into Reiner's cold blue eyes, and knods his head gently, up and down.

"Alright. I am interested." Bayerlein says.

Reiner smiles subtly, then hands a piece of paper with the pincode to the briefcase to Bayerlein. It is missing the last two digits.

"You will get the last numbers when I find that democratic bastard dead. Make no witnesses, General. Perhaps I will give you a bonus." Reiner says, standing from his chair.
"I did not say I would do it. I said I was interested." the General replies.
"I know you did. But I can tell you will do what I ask, for the good of your job and the good of your Fatherland. You cannot deny what you want, Bayerlein. Have a nice day, we will meet again."

Reiner leaves the briefcase on the General's desk, and walks out in a normal pace. The General sits in his office, curious. He grabs a bottle of scotch and drinks straight from the bottle, caring less about his liver by the drip.

"Damn..." Bayerlein mutters under his breath.

Bayerlein puts down the bottle and picks up his phone reciever. He dials a quick area code, which connects him to the operator.

"Rudolph Rhein, please." Bayerlein requests.
"I will connect you now sir, please stay on the line." the operator responds quickly.
"Thank you."

The operator connects the General with one of his long time friends, Rudolph Rhein. As a Special Operations outcast, Rhein knows the underground circuit like the picture of his mother that rests on his nightstand.

"Rhein here. Who's speaking?"

General Bayerlein pauses before answering. He then speaks softly, trying to make sure nobody else can hear him outside of his office.

"It is Bayerlein." replies the General.
"Ah, comrade. So nice of you to call. What do you want?" Rhein responds.
"Is everything business with you? Can't a friend just call to catch up on old times?"
"Yes it is, and no they can't."
"Same old Rhein. Nothing's changed I see."
"Exactly. What is it, Bayerlein? I'm trying to work on my taxes."
"Taxes were due last month, Rhein."
"I mean next year's. What is it, you fool? I don't have time to piss away."

Bayerlein hesitates to answer. His old friend, even if they hadn't spoken in roughly three years, has stayed the same in personality. He wondered if Rhein changed his appearance, or if he still looked like a young soldier prepared for war.

"I need a favor. I need it quickly." Bayerlein responds, spinning his chair around and facing the window behind him.
"What kind of favor, General?" Rhein asks.
"A very important one."
"Bayerlein...my dear friend, I have left that business. I am now free from the persecution of the government."
"So you know what I speak of?"
"Not so much as to who, but yes, I know what you speak of."

The General looks at the bottle of scotch still on his desk.

"Good. I am aware of your status, and your life's secrecy you are currently proud of."
"Then you know why I cannot do this. I am married, old boy. I can't just go around nimbly wimbly killing off your foes."
"He is not my foe."
"Then why do you want him dead, Rolf? Did he cough on your food or something?"
"No. Somebody else wants this done. I am doing him a favor, and I am now asking you to do a favor for me. I will owe you."
"If I was doing it, yeah your damned right you'd owe me. But I refuse to go back into that lifestyle. I am quite happy where I am."

The General began to think of possibilities to solve this issue. He listened to Rhein rant on and on about his family, his job, and how his wife is very beautiful and young.

"Don't make me bring you out of the dark, Rhein..." Bayerlein says, scratching his head.
"Blackmail, Rolf? You have hit a new low."
"Don't test me, Rhein. You know damn well the power I hold right now. I have many men working for me. It is as easy as crushing a cricket as it is for me to surprise your wife with your past engagements as an operative."

There is no response. Rhein digests the message that Bayerlein could tell his wife. Your husband is responsible for killing hundreds of men, women, and undoubtedly children. He isn't some rinkydink handyman that he tells you.

"Fine. When will I begin, and who exactly is the target?" Rhein asks.
"You will recieve the information in two days. Meet me in Saint Ashley's Cathedral on Twelth Street."
"What time, Bayerlein?"
"Eight o' clock. It should be empty, as mass ends at four. We will discuss this further then. Until then...goodbye."

Bayerlein hangs up the phone before Rhein responds, and quickly pours himself a glass of scotch on the rocks. He drinks it quickly, getting over the conversation he just had.

He walks out of his office, and approaches Barrack Three to meet Colonel Stuckheardt. Bayerlein is very confused about what the Colonel needs him for, but nevertheless he is needed.

As Bayerlein's boots crunched the snow below him, he walked ever quicker by each step towards the barrack in which the Colonel was waiting inside. He walked up to the guards, two men in snow camoflauge holding M14s.

The guards salute Bayerlein, and one opens the door for the General. Bayerlein knods with thanks, and as soon as he walks through the door the harsh cold of outside is gone and the heat of the room engulfs his body.

"General Bayerlein, welcome." Colonel Stuckheardt says.

The Colonel is a younger man, early thirties in the latest. He sits at a wooden table, with a filing cabinet in the corner of the room. The Colonel is dressed in standard green military outfit, with a brown coat lying on the chair's back. He has long black hair, which is not typical of a high ranking officer.

"Thank you. I hear you have something to tell me?" the General says.
"Nothing of great importance. Who was that man Gunter informs me of? The one in your office."
"An old friend from the Phorian Civil War. We worked at base together. Used to be a medical officer." the General responds, bluffing his bullshit with a smile.
"Oh, that's very nice... What I have called you down for is the fact that the Fuhrer is scared for his life. It appears as if a man tried to shoot him last night at a meeting with an Air Force budget representative. The man escaped, but the Fuhrer is still alarmed. I am here as a representative to the Fuhrer, asking if an Initiative agent could possibly guard him."
"Of course. Anything for Sir Viechal."
"Very well...that is all I required you for. You may go back to your business."

The General knods, and leaves the room quickly. When he leaves, the Colonel calls in the guards.

"Yes, Colonel?" the guards ask.
"Get me everything about medical officers at the base Bayerlein worked at. I believe it was Fort Maple. I must know everything."

The two soldiers saluted, and left the room.

The General walked up the stairs to his office slowly, procrastinating so he didn't have to do any real work. He reached the top of the stairs and slowly opened the door, expecting to see his secretary.

To his surprise, as he opened the door there were the two soldiers who were previously guarding the barracks.

"Hello again, General." one of the soldiers said.
"Hello. May I ask what you both want?" the General asked.
"It appears you are quite a liar, Mister Bayerlein. That man you were seen with was no medical officer. He is the ex-Security Advisor to Matthew the Fourth, Karl Reiner. Colone Stuckheardt is very curious as to why he would visit you, General."
"As I said, he is an old friend."
"May we take this into your office, General? That would make this a little more comfortable for us all."

The General knodded, and walked over to his wooden door of the office. He unlocked the door and entered. Only one of the soldiers followed him in, the other one shut the door and guarded the entrance into Bayerlein's office.

As soon as the General turned his head towards the soldier, his nose was broken by a heavy fist that pushed right into the bridge of his nose. Bayerlein stumbled backwards, trying to keep his balance.

"General, do not lie to me. Stuckheardt will not appreciate false information. Why was Reiner here?" the soldier asked.

Bayerlein stood up, staggering to stay standing. He sat down, shocked by the blow to his nose. The soldier approached his seat. General Bayerlein grabbed a towel from a nearby lamp table, and wiped the blood off of his lip that was pouring out of his nose.

"Reiner came to me for a favor. As I said, he is an old friend of mine, so I obliged."
"What kind of favor, General?"
"He asked for some money, to keep his family afloat."

The soldier kneeled down next to the General, and then slapped Bayerlein on the back of the head.

"You arrogant prick. Do not lie...you doubt that this place isn't visually, if not audio, bugged? We have video cameras in every room."

The General did not know of this until now. Surely the soldier was bluffing...

Bayerlein rose from his chair after the bleeding slowed. The soldier sat at the General's desk, browsing through computer files.

"Sit down." the soldier said.
"Why is the Colonel so interested in why that man was here?" Bayerlein asked, being stubborn.
"Sit down and shut up, General." the soldier replied.
"No."

The soldier stood from the desk and walked over to the General. He began to pace around him in a circular fashion. He stood, behind Bayerlein. In one swift motion, the soldier kicked out the General's legs, grabbed his head, and forced him to the ground with pure force.

"Don't make me kill you, Bayerlein." the soldier replied.

The other soldier knocked on the door, and entered. He was holding a plastic bag. The soldier dumped the contents onto the General's desk. Now on his desk were two rolls of duct tape, a few razor blades, a bottle of hydrocloric acid, Q-Tips, brass knuckles, a compact tazer, six books of matches, compressed air, and a small container of bleach. One word ran through Bayerlein's mind: Torture.

The soldier sat at the General's desk, looking at the computer screen. The other picked Bayerlein off of the floor and taped him to one of his guest chairs.

"You will give us everything you two talked about, General." the soldier said as he began to tape him to the chair.

The soldier taped Bayerlein's arms and ankles to the chair extremely tightly with the tape. He then tossed the tape onto the floor next to the chair, and began to pace the room.

"General...tell me what that briefcase is for." the soldier said, pointing to the briefcase on Bayerlein's desk.

Bayerlein had forgotten about the briefcase in the process of being hit and taped. He had completely forgotten about its existance.

"It's mine. For work." Bayerlein responded, trying to come up with a good lie.
"Really? Then what is this?" the other soldier said, twisting the General's computer screen.

The computer screen was replaying the surveillance tapes, and it showed very clearly that Reiner brought the suitcase into the room.

"I'm losing track of your lies, Mister Bayerlein." the soldier said.

The soldier walked over to the desk and grabbed a Q-Tip and the bottle of hydrocloric acid. He grabbed a small amount of water out of the cooler in the room, and mixed the acid with some of the water to dilute it. Here comes the pain... Bayerlein thought to himself.

The soldier walked over to Bayerlein, and pulled a chair next to the General. He rolled up the General's sleeves to reveal his bare skinned arms. He dipped the Q-Tip into the diluted acid, and then rubbed it in a circle on the General's arm.

Even diluted, that acid burned.

"God damnit..." the General sighed, biting his lip in pain.
"Tell us what is in it. Tell us the combination, Mister Bayerlein. Tell us now!" the soldier said, pushing down on the Q-Tip even more.

Bayerlein felts his skin boil under the acid. His arm burnt as if it was in a furnace.

"Tell us, General." the soldier at the desk said, still browsing through the files.

Bayerlein looked at his torturer's face. The hatred, the evil...it was all focused there. Bayerlein tried to move his arm, but to no prevail.

"If you tell us, this will all stop." the soldier said, throwing the Q-Tip onto the floor.
"I don't know!" the General exclaimed.
"Bullshit. Must I pull up the tape again?" the soldier said, tossing his comrade a pack of razor blades and matches.
"I honestly don't know what is in the briefcase. Why don't you believe me?!" Bayerlein asked.

The soldier sat back down in his chair next to Bayerlein. He pulled out a razor blade and tapped Bayerlein's forehead with it.

"Tell us. Tell us now, damnit." the soldier said.

General Bayerlein sat there, staring at the soldier. He braced himself for the pain he would soon receive.

"Fine." the soldier said.

He slowly moved the razor blade across the General's forehead, just above his eyebrow. Blood slowly came out of the wound. The General winced as he continued to cut.

"Mister Bayerlein. You do not understand the importance of Reiner and what he does, do you? To you, all he is is a security advisor. To us, he is a traitor. A pathetic bastard." the soldier at the desk said.

The General did not speak. The soldier stopped cutting the forehead, and stood from his seat. He walked over to the other soldier, and looked at the computer screen.

"Anything?" he asked.
"No. Not yet." the other replied.
"Very well..." the soldier sighed.

The soldier picked up the tazer and walked over to the water cooler. He grabbed a cup of water, and sat back down next to Bayerlein. He dumped the water on Bayerlein's shirt, which was now covered in blood and the sleeves were slightly burned.

"General...save us all the time and confusion and just tell us exactly what you two spoke of." the soldier said, continuing to pour the water on the General's shirt.
"He...he asked me to do him a favor..." the General said.

The soldier paused. He looked at his comrade, who was also suprised by this answer.

"What kind of favor, General?" the soldier asked, as he finished pouring the water.
"He asked me to...to..." the General spoke softly.
"What? What did he ask you to do??" the soldier asked, now extremely curious.
"To fuck your mother!" the General replied.

The soldier did not bother with the tazer. He grabbed his sidearm, a Glock 17, and fired a 9mm round straight into Bayerlein's leg. The General exclaimed in pain as the bullet pierced into his leg and shattered part of his bone.

"You bastard! Do not fuck with us!" the soldier said.

The soldier began to pace the room, and holstered his pistol. He was very mad right now, any person could see that by the redness of his face and the look of his eyes.

Bayerlein watched as the soldier left the room. The other stayed, still watching the computer screen. His eyes suddenly widened, as if something had caught his attention. He clicked the mouse a few times, and typed in a few keys.

He scratched his head, and then turned the screen around so Bayerlein could see what he was looking at. It was part of the surveillance video., but this one had audio.

"Let's listen, eh General?" the soldier said, walking around the desk and sitting next to Bayerlein.

Oh shit. Bayerlein thought to himself as he heard the playback of Reiner and his conversation. The soldier listened as Reiner told about his plan to have Bayerlein assasinate Andreas Pusch. The soldier smiled at the stupidity of his hostage.

The soldier walked over to the desk and picked up the phone. He dialed the Colonel's number, and waited for a pickup. When the Colonel picked up, the soldier spoke quickly.

"Stuckheardt, it is Officer Cunnert." the soldier said. He paused, waiting for a response.
"What is it, Cunnert? Did you find anything out?"
"Indeed. I have found out why Reiner was here, and exactly what he wanted."
"Well? What is it?!" the Colonel explained, extremely impatient.
"Reiner planned to have Andreas Pusch, current President of the DLA, assasinated by Bayerlein's hands. He offered him two hundred and eighty thousand dollars for the kill." the soldier replied, looking over his soldier at the General.
"Good. Kill the bastard for his treason." the Colonel replied, hanging up the phone with his officer.

The soldier walked over to the General, and Bayerlein raised his head to face the officer. He was frightened.

"What did he say?" Bayerlein asked.

The soldier smiled, grabbed his Glock out of its holster, and put a round into the General's head. He walked out of the room, locking the door. The other soldier was outside of the door, waiting.

"What now?" the soldier asked.
"We find Reiner."

A black Hummer pulled in front of the Großartiges Haus, the fanciest hotel in the Witzgallian Empire. Some guests pay ten thousand dollars a night.

Two men, each wearing grey business suits and expensive watches, exit the rear seats of the Hummer, while the driver stays in the car. The two men enter the hotel at a casual pace, and are greated by the manager upon entrance into the main lobby.

The lobby was stunning, chandelliers and leather seating, as well as a large open dining room to the right. The manager greeted the two guests, and asked if they had a reservation.

"No. We are here to meet an old business acquantance." one of the business men says, facing the manager.

The two businessmen are the same exact people from the Initiative HQ, the two soldiers responsible for Bayerlein's death.

"And what is your acquaintance's name, may I ask?" the manager replied, walking the two men towards the large stairs ahead.
"Mister Karl Reiner." one of the men replied.
"Ah, Mister Reiner. He is very...open about his monetary holdings."
"May we have his room number?"
"Of course. I believe it is Room Three Forty Four."
"Thank you, kind sir."

The two men shook the manager's hand and walked up the stairs. One of the men, as soon as he was out of sight of the manager, pulled out a small radio.

"Room Three Four Four. Third floor. Keep the car running, Trevor." the man said.
"Roger." the radio cracked.

The two men continued up the stairs, and kept getting closer and closer to their target.