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I just ask that anybody who gets involved don’t do anything stupid such as try to shoot people or blow stuff up (At least not without asking me via TG or IM first, or asking me here if you absolutely have to) this is primarily intended just for fun and to increase your understanding of the past practices of the Internal Security apparatuses of the Curtis regime, and the outlook for current and future practices of the reforming Internal Security apparatuses of the Roger regime.

Basically, anybody who wants to, can RP having a person in the audience to ask Wilhelm Ernst a question, just be reasonable and don’t ask lame questions that don’t relate to his personality, character, or his job. Don’t ask “Are you gay?” or “have you ever done drugs.” Ask real questions, perhaps, “How many camps were there in Mississippi?”, "Have you ever personally taken part in executions?", "How many people did you kill in 1984?", etc, things like that.

But don’t be shy, anybody is welcomed to ask him a question.

Post 4 is where Ernst is introduced.



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Speaking via foreign media to foreign reporters, numerous Mississippians have begun to tell their tales of imprisonment in the gulags of the Curtis Fabus regime of Mississippi, which lasted from December 4th of 1984, to September 1st of 2004.


(Flash the name of the special show, "Inside the Bloody Past of the Department of Internal Security")

(Cut to the host of the special sitting across from a woman, about 30 years old)

The host asks her, “What happened in March of 1985, do you remember?”

She nods her head, choking back tears, “Yes… I do… My father… We were at home one night, on our farm, they had already issued orders..”

The host interrupts her, “Who is they?”

She answered, “The government, the Ministry of the Interior had made the decree official… All farms belonging to peasants who didn’t support the civil war were to be collectivized and granted as feudal estates to the nobles who backed the war…”

She nearly started to cry again, the man patted her on the back, whispering, “Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head and dried her eyes, “No… I’m okay… It was March 8th of 1995… The DISDB came and they told my father he was an enemy of the state and that he was under arrest for treason for failing to side with the rebellion of 1984. He told my mother and I that he was innocent and would surely return within a few days since after all, he had done nothing, he hadn’t taken either side in the civil war, we had just sat out and minded our own business.”

The host then asked, “And then what happened? They took your father away?”

She nodded her head, meekly whispering, “Yes… They took him…”

He frowned, “And when did you see him next?”

She shook her head, “I never saw him again. About twelve years later, my mother heard through a neighbor who had a son in the local secret police unit, that my father had been put in a labor camp and had been dead from disease in the summer of 1986. That was all, twelve years had gone by, they didn’t even tell us when he died, nothing, not a word, they didn’t even tell us…”

The woman started to break down and cry uncontrollably and the show went to a commercial.

When it returned, there was a man who was sitting in a chair, about forty-two years old. The host asked, “Sir, you’ve said you wish to remain anonymous, yes?”

He nodded his head, “Yes. I’d appreciate it if my name wasn’t given, since the show isn’t being broadcast in Mississippi though, I don’t see any real harm in being on here though…”

The host shook his hand, “thank you for being with us today… What experiences do you have with the internal security apparatus of the Curtis Fabus regime?”

The man shuddered as he thought back, “It was April 2nd or 3rd of 1992, I can’t remember which, my mind, it isn’t as good after being locked away for so long… I was arrested by the DISFB for attempting to leave the nation without proper identification papers, I was called a traitor and a counter-revolutionary… They say I was a communist and was guilty of crimes against the people of Mississippi… I had never done anything against the people of Mississippi, I loved Mississippi, I still do.”

The host then asked him, “What happened to you?”

The man gasped as he spoke, the pain feeling ever present again, “I was taken to the local head quarters for the Department of Internal Security, the secret police, they tortured me for hours, unspeakable things, I won’t mention them here… But look, this is one of the things they did to me.”

He slowly lifted up his shirt to reveal a grotesque acid burn all across his stomach and up to his chest, as he said, “They burned me with acids, for hours on end, until I signed papers admitting I was a traitor and relinquishing all my property and my steel mill to the state.”

The host shook his head, “Awful… Awful, how did you survive, what happened to you afterwards?”

The man sighed, “I was thrown into prison, an underground prison beneath the regional Department of Internal Security building, in Pike County, I was there until Roger Fabus was made Czar. The day he became Czar, the guards opened all the cells and said that we were free to go, that we’d all been given amnesty…”

He was crying at this part, “I was sad actually, that day. I didn’t know what to do, my business was gone, my family had been relocated to a gulag, I had learnt about that through one of the men in the cell across from me, who had heard of the rounding up of those related to any deemed counter-revolutionary… I didn’t know what to do, over ten years of sitting in a cell, smelling my own filth; I had grown accustomed to it…”

He paused for a few seconds and then continued to talk after regaining his composure,

“I didn’t know what to do, I was too sad to cry and too weak to move. The guards, they dropped me off in the nearest small town, and I stayed with a very kind family who was taking in ex-detainees, they saved me, I would have died if I hadn’t gotten help… The Czar, Roger Fabus, he saved me to, I don’t think I could have lasted another year in there. Some of the guards were, well you could tell they didn’t like what was going on, but they thought to be good soldiers they had to obey orders, others were, brutal, sadists… One of them, almost every week, would either burn me with acid or beat me… The worst was when he burnt my stomach with a motorcycle muffler after he’d ridden it all around the nearby city for hours… It was unimaginable, and many others had it worse then me.”

He seemed to stare forward, mesmerized, “The screams of those being tortured, you’ll never forget them, never.”


The man then got up and started to walk away, his head down, whispering, “I’m sorry… I can’t… I can’t talk about this anymore, please forgive me, I can’t, I don’t, I can’t go on…”

The host stood up, embraced the man and helped him walk off stage while saying, “Don’t be sorry, thank you for telling us as much as you did, thank you very much.”


The man’s wife and daughter, the only surviving members of his family from eight sons and six daughters, were waiting for him off-stage and helped him walk to a room off to the side where they could sit him down and try to comfort him.

The show then went to a commercial and when it returned there was a different sort of guest on there, a member of the DISFB, retired, he had been in the DISFB from January of 1985 to June of 1998. He was about 38 years old right now, he was grinning as the host said, “We have with us now, a man, a brutal man, who will tell you his story of over a decade of service in the DISFB.”

The man shook his head, “Brutal no, we were firm, but fair, we never tortured anybody unless we were sure they were foreign spies, we never practiced torture or anything of the sort against our own people, never.”

The host sighed, not believing the man, “Did you ever receive orders from the Premier, Curtis Fabus to torture or kill?”

The man immediately shook his head and said, “No, of course not, that is, no, just wrong, you’re completely wrong. We NEVER received any orders to harm people, and we NEVER would have carried out such orders had we ever received them. We were there to help people, to protect people, not to harm people.”


The host then smiled a bit, ready to blindside the man, “So you personally never did that or your organization as a whole never did that?”

The man asked, “Did what? Torture, harm, murder? Be specific… We never did anything like that though, so you don’t need to specify, we did nothing like that.”

The host grinned, “Oh really, you personally never raped, tortured, or murdered anybody?”

The ex-DISFB shifted nervously in his seat, “Of course not, never, no, I never did it. Perhaps others did… But…”

The host jumped on him, no literally of course, “Ah… So you finally admit it, it is possible that others did these things?”

The man shook his head, “No, I’ve explained, well possibly, I don’t know, I wasn’t in every DISFB, DIS, and DISDB base at once, I can’t know for sure. But I must say most certainly no, I don’t believe any of those stories, they’re all fairy tales.”

The host nodded his head, “Yes, so why do they call you the Sergeant of Pain rather than your real name?”

He chuckled nervously, obviously he was on the defensive here, and everybody knew it, “That is not my nickname, I have no nickname such as that, you must have me confused with somebody else.”

As he was speaking, a woman, about 24 years old, came walking out onto the stage, the camera panned out to get her in the view along with the host and the sergeant. The look on the sergeant’s face, he recognized her, but tried to hide it.

The host then asked him, “So, did you ever rape that woman, the one standing before us right now, do you deny raping her and killing her father after he was labeled a counter-revolutionary?”

The sergeant jumped out of his seat, feigning outrage, “How dare you suggest I did these horrible things! I did no such thing! Perhaps, perhaps she has a bad memory, how would she even remember what happened in the DISFB jails, from the look of things, she would have been in one in the later years, when we used memo…” he immediately stopped talking, then tried to counter what he was about to say, “I mean, nothing, no, nothing was done… No…”

The host nodded his head, “I see, would you care to finish that sentence, what were you about to say “memory wipe” was that it?”

The sergeant shook his head, “No, we did no such thing, we did no such thing, not in our country, that is something you’d see in other countries, not our country, we didn’t do such things to anybody, let alone our own people.”


The woman sat down next to the host, brushing her long brown hair back, “I remember it well, it was May 9th of 1997 when a squad of DISFB arrived at our house, my father, who owned his own newspaper at the time, one of the few major non-government owned papers left in the nation had written an article speaking out against the nobleman, John Tallmadge, being allowed to charge people for using rain water, the article raised enough support to end the practice, but the government, was so incensed by it, that my father was arrested and charged with sedition and being a counter-revolutionary.”

The sergeant shook his head, “No, no, no, these are all lies! Nobody was arrested for speaking their mind, nobody!”

The host frowned at the man, “Please, let the woman speak…”

She continued, “That man there, the sergeant, he and a troop of men, I believe there were twenty if I recall correctly, twenty-one counting him, they came to our house in the middle of the night, about two in the morning, I was up as I had to finish a project for school, I was sixteen at the time, in the 11th grade. I remember hearing the door kicked in and the next thing I know, there were armed men in the house.”


The sergeant shook his head and laughed, “Hahaha! May 9th of 1997, quite unlikely, that was the day when we all had to do training exercises and had to qualify on live-fire exercises, see you’re a liar!”

The woman looked over to him, “That day was May 10th, I’ve checked, it’s even verifiable on the website for the DISFB.”

She looked at the man, no hatred in her eyes, just an inquisitive look of why, wanting to know why, she then asked him, “Why did you do it?”

He was shocked by her look, he had expected anger and outrage, “I… I was…” he broke down, he didn’t know what to say, what could he say, his façade of denying what he’d done, he hated himself, he was a monster, he had killed more people than he should have ever been able to remember, but he remembered each one, each and every one, over one hundred dead by his hands, and countless rapes, he remembered it all. He held back tears as he finished answering, “I was just following… following, my orders.”

The host nodded his head, “And populations are butchered when people are “just following orders” do you realize that?”

The man, brushing back the forming tears, nodded his head, but said nothing for about thirty seconds, before he finally gave another nod and whispered, “Yes, I do…”

The sergeant couldn’t hold it in anymore and the tears burst forth, he was sobbing and crying, he managed to say to the woman, “Oh God, I’m so sorry… I’m sorry… I… I…” He fell to his knees, curled up in a ball and kept sobbing, not being able to speak or respond to the host’s question of, “Sergeant, do you need something to drink?”

The sergeant had been haunted by what he’d done, he’d joined on with the new government in 1985, swept up in the excitement of change and the promise and hope of new and better things. The promise of and end to oppression and death, but the promises quickly rang hollow, and the newly formed internal security apparatus, the Department of Internal Security, began to mirror the old communist secret police with each passing day. He didn’t see what was happening then, only years later, when it was too late, when he was too far involved to just walk away, when he’d done too much, when he was as he considered himself, beyond redemption.


The host and a stagehand helped the sergeant to his feet and walked him off the stage, he was still sobbing, his lips quivering, and his body shaking, all he did was continually whisper, “God forgive me” as they walked him off the stage and into a nearby vacant room to lay down on a couch.

The show had gone to a commercial, and when it came back, the host was sitting there, with an empty chair, as he stood up and said, “We now have a rather special guest coming, a unique guest, the current head of the Department of Internal Security, a nobleman, a man who fought in the 1984 Civil War, a man who was a childhood friend of Curtis Fabus, a one, Wilhelm Ernst.”

The 6’3 Wilhelm Ernst came walking out onto the stage, smiling as he boldly and arrogantly strode forward to the seat, sitting down as though he realized just how easily he had captured the attention of the entire room and audience with his mere presence. He knew he was handsome and a good-looking man, and his position commanded respect and if not that, fear, and he loved it.


The host then looked out into the audience, “Field Marshal Ernst will be answering questions from members of the audience…”

A small, timid woman stood up.

"Does the Mississippian government denounce innocent people as traitors, just because they spoke out against Mississippi?"

A small, timid woman stood up.

"Does the Mississippian government denounce innocent people as traitors, just because they spoke out against Mississippi?"



Ernst chuckled a bit, "Of course not, and besides, speaking out against the government is public admission of guilt of being against the government, thereby they can't be innocent if they speak against the government, see how that works?"

Morwen walked down to the hall where she saw an audience listening to a man on the stage, she slowly drifted in - she was a sky goddess, she had a brilliant white shining aura that surrounded her, her hair so long and golden.

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Wilhelm yawned a bit, waiting for more questions, he looked at the woman as she was coming in and then called out, "Ma'am, what brings you here? Do you have a question?"

'I merely wish to know how my mother Lavendar fairs, I know she came to these parts sometime ago with a man, please...let me know' she said, bowing to Wilhelm, her soft downy wings enveloped her.

Wilhelm nearly laughed, "Woman... Are you serious? Your mother is in Mississippi, we are not in Mississippi right now, do you even have any idea where you are right now? This is Argentina..."

'I was told...oh..never mind' she said softly as she got up, her dress quite revealing.

'well, can...I stay here, I am on a journey to the River House in Mexico' she replied, her skin looked so soft and pale.

The show had since gone into commercials, this was the longest stretch of commercials, about five minutes, basically people just needed a bit of a break.


Wilhelm gave her a bit of a sly look, "Hmm... Where would you suggest you stay? Do you know anybody in Argentina? For that matter, do you even have money for a hotel room?"

'I have no money, I know no-one here, I was told Lavendar was here' Morwen replied, a small crystal tear ran down her cheek.

'I have no money, I know no-one here, I was told Lavendar was here' Morwen replied, a small crystal tear ran down her cheek.

'I could just carry on riding to Mexico, if, you suspect me' she said, pointing outside to her huge horse, Amulgo.

Wilhelm walked down off the stage and took the woman off to the side and whispered to her, "I suppose if you need a place to stay... My hotel room is large enough for a guest, okay? But don't get any cute ideas, I don't do that sort of thing with women I don't know..."

'thank you, I am most appreciative' she smiled.

'Me? cute ideas? I think not good sir, where shall I wait for you?' she asked, fluffing her wings.

He handed her a piece of paper with the address of the hotel on it, "THere, wait there, I'll be along as soon as this show is over..."


He looked with an obvious interest at her wings, "Hmmm... Do you mind my asking, how did you get those wings? Genetic engineering? Can you actually use them to fly?"

'I was born with them, i cant fly with them, they arent developed enough' she said, lightly kissing him on the cheek.

'thankyou' she said, her cold hand taking the piece of paper- she walked gracefully out of the hall and climbed onto her monstrous mount Amulgo and trotted off to the hotel.

Ernst turned and walked back onto the stage, sitting down in time for the show to start up again. He wondered if there would be many questions for him or if he'd get to leave early. Whatever he said to that woman about not going to bed with women he'd just met, that was just to sound nice in front of any who were listening, he'd oblige her if that is what she wanted. But for now, he had questions to answer.

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Morwen stabled Amulgo nearby, she walked up to his room and made herself comfy, she sat on the edge of the sofa as to not get anything dirty, she wondered when he would come home, she didnt even know his name.

If she turned on the television, she'd probably see the show he was on, it was called, "Inside the Bloody Past of the Department of Internal Security" hosted by an Argentine historian "Hugo de Leon".


As the show was coming back on, Ernst was again introduced by the host, as he said, "We have with us today a very special guest, Field Marshal Wilhelm Ernst from the Department of Internal Security of Mississippi, he has been the head of the DIS for no less than fifteen years, he is a leading nobleman in Mississippi, and he is a personal childhood friend of Curtis Fabus... He was also ranked as one of the top handsomest public figures in Mississippi, and we are honored that he is giving up his valuable time to come here and answer questions that our audience has for him."

She started to sleep, it had been a long trecherous journey from Valinor to Argentina, Amulgo was hungry and she was all dusty and sweaty, she sat back and slept peacefully.

A man stood up wearing the uniform of the Imperial Praetonian Horseguards. He was not, however, armed, which was an unusual sight for any Praetonians who may also have been there, "Mr Ernst, how do you rate the chances of the Mississippian navy is a direct confrontation with the Imperial Praetonian Navy?"

A man stood up wearing the uniform of the Imperial Praetonian Horseguards. He was not, however, armed, which was an unusual sight for any Praetonians who may also have been there, "Mr Ernst, how do you rate the chances of the Mississippian navy is a direct confrontation with the Imperial Praetonian Navy?"




Ernst frowned a bit, drawing a blank, "I don't know what your naval capabilities are, off-hand... I'd have to check into it, but I can assure you, in the matters of combat experience, we are probably either on equal footing, or we are better than you, as for training, I don't know, our training programs and duration of training, it's ongoing for many years. As for equipment, you may possibly be better than us in that, I just don't know, I'd have to look into it. But I believe our naval forces are more than adequate for their intended roles."

A scraggly looking man stood up. Though his appearance would betray the fact, he was indeed a former GIIS officer. With heavy Generian accent he addressed the head of the DIS.

"In your opinion, would you say it is better for a secret police force or 'department of internal security' to function overtly so as to induce fear in the populace, or to make its actions more discreet to preserve a false sense of security among the populace, and thus root out possible traitors and foreign spies?"

A scraggly looking man stood up. Though his appearance would betray the fact, he was indeed a former GIIS officer. With heavy Generian accent he addressed the head of the DIS.

"In your opinion, would you say it is better for a secret police force or 'department of internal security' to function overtly so as to induce fear in the populace, or to make its actions more discreet to preserve a false sense of security among the populace, and thus root out possible traitors and foreign spies?"



Ernst shook his head, "No, you see, we are a secret group, in that nobody in the general public really knows what we do or how we operate, but we are well-known by the general populace in that our existence is no secret. We just keep what we do a secret."

A woman of athletic build, in her early forties, more striking than attractive, hawk nosed, with pale blue eyes, wearing a dark green uniform that most prominently showed a crowned leopard on each collar, rose and said, "Herr Field Marshal, a question: how does your department deal with inter-agency or unit cooperation when the state requires it?"

A woman of athletic build, in her early forties, more striking than attractive, hawk nosed, with pale blue eyes, wearing a dark green uniform that most prominently showed a crowned leopard on each collar, rose and said, "Herr Field Marshal, a question: how does your department deal with inter-agency or unit cooperation when the state requires it?"




He chuckled a bit, "Typically, depending on which agencies are involved... The level of cooperation we have is such that when we get into shoot-outs we have matured to the point where we can usually agree where and when to meet, and nobody pulls anything funny anymore."

A tall man dressed in a funeral-like gray suit slowly and cautiously rises.

“Uh… does the Department of Internal Security operate outside of Mississippi, or are its operations confined within these boarders?”

A tall man dressed in a funeral-like gray suit slowly and cautiously rises.

“Uh… does the Department of Internal Security operate outside of Mississippi, or are its operations confined within these boarders?”



He immediately replied, "Yes, of course, we operate anywhere and everywhere it is deemed necessary to do so."

He immediately replied, "Yes, of course, we operate anywhere and everywhere it is deemed necessary to do so."

"Has the Department of Internal Security ever been actively directly or in-directly involved in assassinating foreign heads of government?"

"Has the Department of Internal Security ever been actively directly or in-directly involved in assassinating foreign heads of government?"



Ernst shook his head, "I won't comment on that, I won't confirm or deny that..."

Ernst shook his head, "I won't comment on that, I won't confirm or deny that..."

"Would the Department of Internal Security ever actively directly or indirectly involve it self in assassinating foreign heads of government? If not, why not?"

Julie Carter sighed. How had she let her uncle talk her into coming to interview this...thug? When she’d asked him about it, he’d smiled and held up a check that he was writing.

“Julie, this is a private mission. For me personally,” her uncle had told her. “I’m curious about this fellow and his country, but I don’t want to raise too many eyebrows. I also want someone more reliable than the PNN.”

Julie shook herself out of the reverie, and decided that it was time to ask a question. This fellow, he was rather striking. She shook that off too, and stood up, looking somewhat embarrassed in her utility uniform, with the patch representing her unit, on the shoulder.

“Sir, how many executions did you, personally, order in 1984? Then give me a good reason why I should trust your answer.”

"Would the Department of Internal Security ever actively directly or indirectly involve it self in assassinating foreign heads of government? If not, why not?"



Ernst grinned, "We don't like to discuss these matters... But we will not hesitate to neutralize anybody or anything that is believed to pose a serious or potentially serious threat to our nation, our leaders, or the continuity of our regime."

Ernst grinned, "We don't like to discuss these matters... But we will not hesitate to neutralize anybody or anything that is believed to pose a serious or potentially serious threat to our nation, our leaders, or the continuity of our regime."

The man smiled and took his seat again.

“Thankyou.”

A second man in the audience rises.

“Sir, how many foreign citizens have been executed by the Department of Internal Security?”

Julie Carter sighed. How had she let her uncle talk her into coming to interview this...thug? When she’d asked him about it, he’d smiled and held up a check that he was writing.

“Julie, this is a private mission. For me personally,” her uncle had told her. “I’m curious about this fellow and his country, but I don’t want to raise too many eyebrows. I also want someone more reliable than the PNN.”

Julie shook herself out of the reverie, and decided that it was time to ask a question. This fellow, he was rather striking. She shook that off too, and stood up, looking somewhat embarrassed in her utility uniform, with the patch representing her unit, on the shoulder.

“Sir, how many executions did you, personally, order in 1984? Then give me a good reason why I should trust your answer.”



He shook his head, "No less than five hundred thousand, no more than two million, does that answer your question?"

The man smiled and took his seat again.

“Thankyou.”

A second man in the audience rises.

“Sir, how many foreign citizens have been executed by the Department of Internal Security?”



Ernst shook his head, "I have no idea on the exact figures... If I had to guess, I'd say roughly two million, give or take a million..."

Ernst shook his head, "I have no idea on the exact figures... If I had to guess, I'd say roughly two million, give or take a million..."

"Did any of these executions take place outside of Mississippi?”

"Did any of these executions take place outside of Mississippi?”



He shook his head, "I'm not going to comment on that, I'm not at liberty to say."

He shook his head, "No less than five hundred thousand, no more than two million, does that answer your question?"

Julie folded her arms across her chest and favored him with the kind of look that one reserves for pond slime.

"Yes, that does answer my question. Of course, now I find myself morbidly curious. How many of those did you personally oversee?"

Julie folded her arms across her chest and favored him with the kind of look that one reserves for pond slime.

"Yes, that does answer my question. Of course, now I find myself morbidly curious. How many of those did you personally oversee?"



He shook his head, "I don't remember, I can't be expected to remember... I was there for the purge of the Revolutionary Command Council after the November 1984 Party Congress was considering not voting for Curtis as the leader after our victory had been made official."

The man smiles, nods and sits back down. A leggy young woman with flowing blonde hair rises and smiles sweetly to Ernest, blushing.

“If there are any foreign spies in this studio right now, what would your message be to them?”

The man smiles, nods and sits back down. An leggy young woman with flowing blonde hair rises and smiles sweetly to Ernest, blushing.

“If there are any foreign spies in this studio right now, what would your message be to them?”


He smiled back at her, "I'm not sure, perhaps, watch out, big brother is watching you... We know who you are and where you live, we know all and see all."

He shook his head, "I don't remember, I can't be expected to remember... I was there for the purge of the Revolutionary Command Council after the November 1984 Party Congress was considering not voting for Curtis as the leader after our victory had been made official."


The woman frowned.

"Do you have any plans to stop executing people?"

She giggles and sits back down. The first man rises again.

“Are you in anyway aware of the recent anti-Fabus family comments made by the JRVian foreign minister?"

The woman frowned.

"Do you have any plans to stop executing people?"



He frowned, "Only those who are truly innocent, we only execute those who deserve it."

She giggles and sits back down. The first man rises again.

“Are you in anyway aware of the recent anti-Fabus family comments made by the JRVian foreign minister?"




He smiled at the woman and motioned for one of his assistants to hand her a card with his name and phone number on it, it said, "Call me after this show is over if you want to do something in Mississippi or some other such place."


He answered the man's question, "Yes, we were fully aware, and we corrected the problem..."

He answered the man's question, "Yes, we were fully aware, and we corrected the problem..."

The man nods and smirks.

"Thankyou."

He frowned, "Only those who are truly innocent, we only execute those who deserve it."

"Ok. So, how did you determine who deserved it and who did not?"

The man nods and smirks.

"Thankyou."



He smirked back, "Ah, so did that clear it up for you?"

"Ok. So, how did you determine who deserved it and who did not?"


He grinned, "Just ask yourself, this simple question... Is the person to be killed a threat to the Mississippian government, leadership, or the continuity of the Fabus regime?"

He then added, "If the answer is yes, they deserve to die."

"Ok. So, how did you determine who deserved it and who did not?"

"-and does the Czar have any actual overview of who is getting executed? Does he authorize any himself?"

He grinned, "Just ask yourself, this simple question... Is the person to be killed a threat to the Mississippian government, leadership, or the continuity of the Fabus regime?"

He then added, "If the answer is yes, they deserve to die."

"Ok. Does that mean that you essentially have a license to kill anyone that you wish? Can I call you if I find out that I have a relative that I don't like in Mississippi?"

"-and does the Czar have any actual overview of who is getting executed? Does he authorize any himself?"


Ernst shook his head, "Yes and no... The Czar will often commute sentences from death to less harsh sentences, floggings, jail time, and such... He is a rather merciful man in most regards. The Czarina is often this way as well. She was responsible for pardoning over five hundred thousand captured rebels from the 2004 October Felbenite civil war."

"Ok. Does that mean that you essentially have a license to kill anyone that you wish? Can I call you if I find out that I have a relative that I don't like in Mississippi?"



He sighed, "We are not assassins for hire, we don't settle people's personal vendettas..."

He sighed, "We are not assassins for hire, we don't settle people's personal vendettas..."


"Of course not. Not that I'd expect you to. Anyway, are there any checks on the power of the Department of Internal Security?"

He sighed, "We are not assassins for hire, we don't settle people's personal vendettas..."

“I have a friend who is conspiring against the Mississippian government, what should I do?”

“I have a friend who is conspiring against the Mississippian government, what should I do?”



Ernst chuckled, "It's obvious, kill him, or if you can't do it yourself, give us his name and we'll kill him for you."

"Of course not. Not that I'd expect you to. Anyway, are there any checks on the power of the Department of Internal Security?"



Ernst grinned, "Of course there are, the Czar, the Czarina, other agencies that perform similar or their own unique services. We are not an all-powerful force that can kill anybody we wish to."

Ernst chuckled, "It's obvious, kill him, or if you can't do it yourself, give us his name and we'll kill him for you."

"So, if I know someone that is conspiring against the Mississippian government, and I do not tell you, what are the consequences for me? Assuming that you find out of course."

Ernst chuckled, "It's obvious, kill him, or if you can't do it yourself, give us his name and we'll kill him for you."

“Do you have a website, maybe even a hotline I could report him to? Or should I just give you his details on air? I’m really concerned.”

"So, if I know someone that is conspiring against the Mississippian government, and I do not tell you, what are the consequences for me? Assuming that you find out of course."


Ernst smiled, "When Curtis Fabus recently as Attorney General spoke on the matter, and as was the precedent from his reign, terrorists and those who tolerate or harbor them, can expect to share the same fate, brutal and slow death."

“Do you have a website, maybe even a hotline I could report him to? Or should I just give you his details on air? I’m really concerned.”


Wilhelm frowned, "Please, not over the air, your security would be compromised, we carry very much about the safety of our snitches."

Ernst smiled, "When Curtis Fabus recently as Attorney General spoke on the matter, and as was the precedent from his reign, terrorists and those who tolerate or harbor them, can expect to share the same fate, brutal and slow death."

"I'm a foreign national. How would you catch me, if I had been found to have tolerated a terrorist?"

Wilhelm frowned, "Please, not over the air, your security would be compromised, we carry very much about the safety of our snitches."

“So no website? I’m rather surprised, and concerned.”

“So no website? I’m rather surprised, and concerned.”


He sighed, "The website is on the brochure which is under your seat along with the DIS gift package, every audience member has one... You all have been given a free complimentary DIS gift package, a real, functioning Walther PPK pistol in caliber .380, two spare magazines, a ballistic knife, a watch with a piano wire cord and it can be used as a remote detonator, five hundred dollars in one dollar bills from various countries of the world, since we issue many currencies to many operatives... And last but not least, a map of the world which can fold neatly into your pocket."

"I'm a foreign national. How would you catch me, if I had been found to have tolerated a terrorist?"



He chuckled, "We would not need to catch you, just kill you, and we'd probably do it from a distance, with a rifle, or perhaps satellite weaponry if we were in a high-tech mood at the time. We can track anybody on this planet at anytime of the day, with our satellites."

The attractive young woman rises again as the first man bends down to open the gift package.

"... So are people who speak out against the Mississippian government or the Fabus dynasty putting themselves in way at risk?"

He chuckled, "We would not need to catch you, just kill you, and we'd probably do it from a distance, with a rifle, or perhaps satellite weaponry if we were in a high-tech mood at the time. We can track anybody on this planet at anytime of the day, with our satellites."

The woman smirked.

"I'm not even gonna ask how that one works. That's hardly a slow lingering death though. Isn't it somewhat bad manners to go around murdering foreign nationals for no reason that is readily apparent to their respective governments?"

The attractive young woman rises again as the first man bends down to open the gift package.

"... So are people who speak out against the Mississippian government or the Fabus dynasty putting themselves in way at risk?"


Wilhelm nodded his head in affirmation, "Yes, to a degree that is correct..."


The show then went to a commercial, the show itself was actually nearly over.


Ernst then grinned at her, "We're nearly out of time... Perhaps if you'd like, we could continue this discussion over dinner?"

The woman smirked.

"I'm not even gonna ask how that one works. That's hardly a slow lingering death though. Isn't it somewhat bad manners to go around murdering foreign nationals for no reason that is readily apparent to their respective governments?"



He shook his head, "Wrong... We have reasons, the security of our regime trumps the concerns of other governments over their supposed national sovereignty. In essence, it's our right to do so."

Wilhelm nodded his head in affirmation, "Yes, to a degree that is correct..."


The show then went to a commercial, the show itself was actually nearly over.


Ernst then grinned at her, "We're nearly out of time... Perhaps if you'd like, we could continue this discussion over dinner?"

She grinned back and winked. Behind her, the same man who had asked about reporting his friend takes out the pistol and holds it in his hands. Looking down the barrel he cries with joy.

"Gee... you guys rock."

The man spins round and aims the weapon roughly in Ernest's general direction.

"And it really works?"

He shook his head, "Wrong... We have reasons, the security of our regime trumps the concerns of other governments over their supposed national sovereignty. In essence, it's our right to do so."

"Ok. I guess I can live with that...maybe, if one of your goon squads doesn't shoot me."

The woman shrugged and sat down to watch what remained of the show.

She grinned back and winked. Behind her, the same man who had asked about reporting his friend takes out the pistol and holds it in his hands. Looking down the barrel he cries with joy.

"Gee... you guys rock."

The man spins round and aims roughly in Ernest's general direction.

"And it really works?"


Ernst frowned, "Yes of course, don't get any cute ideas about shooting me though... Hehehehe... We're not crazy enough to give away loaded guns, besides, there are a dozen or so DIS mixed in amongst the audience, you'd be dead before you pulled the trigger... Not that you're thinking of shooting me, but when people swing guns really fast, agents get jumpy."

Ernst frowned, "Yes of course, don't get any cute ideas about shooting me though... Hehehehe... We're not crazy enough to give away loaded guns, besides, there are a dozen or so DIS mixed in amongst the audience, you'd be dead before you pulled the trigger... Not that you're thinking of shooting me, but when people swing guns really fast, agents get jumpy."

"Yeah..."

He stuffs the gun into his jacket and turns back to pickup the ballistic knife.

"Yeah..."

He stuffs the gun into his jacket and turns back to pickup the ballistic knife.



Ernst smiled, "Ah a knife man are we? You don't think we'd give you knives that actually work yet do you? That is on an electronic remote lock, it'll deactivate in a few days, by the time you get home, you can enjoy it..."

Meanwhile the woman quietly places hers into a handbag. She looks up and blows a kiss to Ernest.

Meanwhile the woman quietly places hers into a handbag. She looks up and blows a kiss to Ernest.



The show ended, and not a second to soon for Wilhelm, he thanked the host for having him on the show, the host said, "No problem, we'll be back in two days, same time, same place, to conclude the second half of this program, and then finally next week, the third and final part... Let us all thank Field Marshal Ernst for coming and giving us his valuable time."


After most of the audience clapped and clapped, Wilhelm walked back behind stage and off to his dressing room. Two of his assistants walked up to the young woman and one whispered to her, "Our boss would like to meet with you, back in his dressing room if you would like..."

His dressing room was the size of a typical executive hotel room suite, he had his own bathroom and bedroom in his dressing room, and his own kitchen.

Ernst smiled, "Ah a knife man are we? You don't think we'd give you knives that actually work yet do you? That is on an electronic remote lock, it'll deactivate in a few days, by the time you get home, you can enjoy it..."

"You guys are just so nice. And to think… people are actually scared of the DIS!? Just be a good citizen and then you don’t have anything to worry about, that’s what I always say and teach my kids."

***

She nods and goes patiently with them backstage. Slowly she steps into the dressing room, and glances around. "Hello?"

Wilhelm was sitting down in a chair, he stood up to greet her, shaking her hand and dismissing the two guards who had brought her into the room.

He coaxed her into the room and shut the door behind her, "Ah, so how are you... Miss? I don't believe we've been properly introduced, I am Field Marshal Wilhelm Ernst... Did I hear you say something about having children? You're not married, are you?"

She blushes and smiles. "Oh no. Certainly not - I think that was the gentlemen sitting behind me. My name is Petra, it is a pleasure to meet someone of such great importance. You're so cute too..."

Wilhelm smiled and then said, "Ah... Petra, is that Eastern European? What is your last name?"

"Yes, yes it is. My last name is Landon."

He smiled and gently took her hand in his, "Sit down, sit down, Ms. Landon, may I get you a drink or something to eat? Anything at all? So tell me, how do you like Argentina so far?"

"I'm okay, thankyou. Argentina? It's great, very nice weather. Beautiful place..."

Ooc- JRV and I will be RPing the next bit of info over MSN, to get it done with rapid-fire responses, I type, he types, etc. So stay tuned.

Ooc- Between JRV and DA.

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Wilhelm smiled at her, said, "Argentina is beautiful? You two have something in common then..." He then poured himself a glass of wine and then held up and empty glass, "Want one?"

She blushed. "Certainly..." as he poured, Petra placed her handbag gently down on the ground beside her.

Wilhelm handed her the glass, "What would you like to toast to, Ms. Landon?"

"How about a toast to the Fabus dynasty?"

Wilhelm shook his head, "Yes, but how about another one, to the lovely woman sitting here before me?"

She smiled, "If you insist..."

He raised his glass, "To your beauty, Ms. Landon..."

She raised her glass, "... and to your own nice body." Petra giggled

Wilhelm smiled and then took a sip out of his glass as she drank from hers. After they'd finished their wine, he slowly set his glass aside and took her glass and set it aside. Then he leaned in, brushed her hair gently to the side and started to softly kiss her.

As she kissed him back, she slowly began to unbutton her top...

Wilhelm smiled, "Ah, you're sure eager, eh?"

"Oh I haven't had sex in a long time... and you are just so handsome. Can you blame a girl?" She giggled and placed her arms around him, pulling his body closer to hers.

He grinned at her and put his arms around her, "Ah, yes... I can't blame you, you are very lovely as well..."

She began to move away. "I'm sorry, but... protection... do you have it?"

He nodded his head, "Sure, I've got a dozen guns in this room and there are guards throughout the building, we're safe."

Her cheeks grew brighter and she smiled. "Oh, you are so sweet... but that's not what I meant. I mean... we don't want to get pregnant now, do we?"

He frowned a bit, "You do know that I can't legally use contraceptives, they're banned by Mississippian law..."

"... Yes, I know. But can you... for me? If I get pregnant, I'll be ruined. I'll be labeled a whore... how could I go on?"

He sighed, "You know, if you got pregnant, I'd take care of you and the child, you know?"

She kissed his cheek. "Thankyou..."

He smiled, "With the money my family has, how could we not do the proper thing, you know? Shall we move along to the bedroom then?"

She smiled back, "Yes, let's!"

He stood up and turned to face the bedroom door, her left hand in his right hand.

As they rose together, her free hand reached quickly into the handbag and pulled out a small can of pepper spray. Shoving the can into his face, she pressed down hard. Pulling free from his right hand, she clenched her fist and hooked a punch to his stomach. She laughed a bit, "You think I actually wanted to sleep with you?"

He fell back and down, but pulled her with him as he fell down, spinning so he wound up on top of her. He smiled, "Ah, I knew you were a foreign operative, from the ISB... I recognized you from your profile..." He was blinking his eyes a great deal now, but he had her completely pinned down, the punch to his stomach had done nothing to him and had actually hurt her more, her hand was sore.

She screamed, trying to shake her hand. "You bastard!"

He slapped her in the face and kept her tightly pinned down, "You were sent here to assassinate me, got close to me under the guise of wanting to have sex, and now have the nerve to call me a bastard?"

She spat in his face. "Get off me."

He pushed her back down and wiped the spit from his face before slapping her again, "Not likely, we're going to see you disappear, using a typically South American technique... We're going to take you out in a helicopter, many miles out over the ocean, give you some muscle relaxing drugs, and then you get to go for a swim. Hell we’ll just hand you over to Pinochet in Chile, he can have his thugs handle you, drop you in the Pacific, it’ll bring back memories for them."

"See what I care." She snickered. "My life was over before this."

He seemed puzzled, "What do you mean?"

She scoffed at him, "What would you care?"

Wilhelm sighed, "Just tell me okay? I want to hear about it."

She frowned, "They sent me here to get killed... this was basically a death sentence. You actually think we expected to kill you?"

Wilhelm relaxed his grip on her a bit, "Why would you accept such a mission, what did they hope to gain by losing a valuable operative such as yourself for no gains?"

She shook her head, "I did a very foolish thing… And I had no choice with this mission."

He nodded his head and stood up off of her and gently lifted her up, but still held her wrists tightly in his hands, he walked over to a nearby support column and tied her hands around it and then sat down. After sitting down he said, "Okay, tell me about your problem, what happened?"

She sighed and then started to explain, "It's a long story. But I'll tell you... the thing is, I am a traitor to the Republic. I leaked documents to the press releating to the torture of innocent civilians by the ISB. High Command said if I wanted to go on a crusade, I could take on you lot."

Ernst nodded his head, "Hmmm... I see, well at any rate, I'll probably have to report this, you'll be sent to a DIS interrogation facility, and well, I won't even pretend to tell you that it will be anything to look forward to, you'll wish you were dead, but they'll keep you alive as long as possible to prolong your torment."

She nearly shouted in a demanding tone, "What the hell do you want from me? Can't you be a man for once and just kill me, right here, right now, yourself? Or you too cowardly for that..."

He shook his head, "I don't kill unarmed people, especially women, especially ones that would be helpless to resist, I don't go for that sort of thing. No I'm not going to kill you, and no I'm not going to rape you, so don't worry about either and don't ask to be killed."

Petra scoffed at him, "Well you were prepared to throw me from a helicopter a minute ago, how is that any different? Oh wait... I forgot, you wouldn't be pushing me? Some other prick would..."

He leaned in closed to her and then whispered, "I thought you wanted to die anyway? What does it matter to you then?"

She nodded her head, “I want to die now."

Wilhelm shook his head, "Nope... I think we'll either keep you as a DIS prisoner or return you to your own nation to your secret police and let them know you failed your mission."

"Thanks..." She sighed

Wilhelm cut the ropes holding her hands around the column and then took her into his arms, smiling as he said, "I could always be persuaded to let you leave and find your own way to wherever it is you'd like to go..."

She smiled. "Thanks..."

Wilhelm nodded his head, "Don't mention it... Say, you seem a bit apprehensive about the prospect of returning to your nation, might I ask, is it not safe there?"

She started to explain to him, "JRV is a democracy in name only, don't get me started. The government is corrupt; the parliament exists only to make things look like they're fair. If I go back, I might be all right. Probably stand a good chance in fact. But the ISB has ways, they can remove people..."

He smiled a bit before pulling her as close to his body as he could, looking into her eyes, those pleading blue eyes, almost as though she were pleading for him to help her escape her predicament. Then he pressed his lips up against hers.

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. "I'm sorry I called you a bastard..."

He kept kissing her, saying in between kisses, "Don't worry, no harm done, sorry I slapped you and threatened you about that helicopter thing..."

She jumped up into his arms and whispered in his ear, “Take me Wilhelm, take me now.”

Wilhelm grinned while he chuckled a bit, "I won't argue with that... You sure are a woman who is quite frank with what she wants, yes? I like that..."

Wilhelm carried her off into his bedroom and for the next hour, she couldn't seem to remember what exactly her predicament was, her mind was on other things.

After he finished with her, leaving her panting and gasping for air, the Field Marshal walked out into the kitchen and got himself a cigar and a glass of scotch.

She lay back on the bed, certain that all her moaning and groaning had probably carried well throughout the nearby hallway, she had never experienced anything like that before.

Wilhelm came walking back into the room, smoking his cigar, he grinned at her, "So, Ms. Landon, still want to kill me?"

She shook her head, closing her eyes as she spoke, very tired, "Hell no."

He smiled, "Good... I'm glad to see I was able to make a positive impression on you. They say first impressions are the ones that last, would you say your thoughts about me are positive now?"

She opened her eyes and smiled at him, "Oh you bet..."

Ernst sat down on the side of the bed next to her and kissed her on the forehead, "I'm glad I was able to convince you to see things my way..."

She smiled. "I've been a crazy bitch"

He let out a light, somewhat stifled laugh, "Yes, but don't be too hard on yourself, I'll take care of you from whatever problems your former employers might try to make for you."

"Thanks... you know your country isn't that bad. It really isn't any worse than any of the others..." She smiled lightly.

He nodded his head and continued to run his hand softly through her hair, "Yes, you know, you'll need a new job and a new identity, and a whole new nation to live in... Also it might help if we got your name and records of existence out of all your national databases, it'll be as though you were just never around to begin with."

He then grinned a bit, "As for your new job, I'd be willing to hire you as my personal assistant, you'd be working directly under me, the hours are long, but the benefits are quite good."

She kissed him. "Oooh I think that'll be just fine."

He smiled and kissed her back, "Good, I'm glad... Well, do you know how we can sneak into your nation and get access to your intelligence archives? Or can we do this remotely from say the DIS command in Mississippi?"

Petra nodded her head, "Hacking in from Mississippi would be a cinch...

He smiled again, "Great, then we can handle that right away, although I must finish the show, which will be over next week, or else people would get suspicious... You should report to your commanders that you are well on the way to mission success, but are busily learning about things of strategical value."

She replied with an affirmative, "Certainly."

Wilhelm yawned a bit, smiled and then fell asleep next to her.

She snuggled up to Wilhelm and shut her eyes.


To be continued...


Ooc-

Anyway, the Field Marshal will be returning to the show shortly, if anybody has any questions for him, they can phone him if they're terribly pressing questions.

Ooc- Between JRV and DA.


Warning

This post may contain adult situations and some implied sexual situations, emphasis on implied, as in not overt and not explicit, but perhaps present enough to upset younger or more prudish readers. Also there may be violence, hey, it’s got the DISFB in it, you know somebody is probably going to get killed in an unspeakable manner.

Basically, this illustrates the extreme decadence and arrogance of the DISFB and upper MS noblemen, thinking they can get away with anything and will NEVER be held accountable.

This incident may very well cost Wilhelm his job, but he has a drinking problem anyway, and so it’s quite likely something like this was bound to happen sooner or later.

This may even serve as a catalyst for Roger to disband the DISFB (Something he and Alice have both seriously been considering since they ascended the throne)

If the DISFB gets disbanded, it will be an incredible event, imagine 600,000 trained killers, assassins, thugs, murderers, hitmen, suddenly out of work...




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In the morning, Wilhelm woke up shortly before Petra did, he lay quietly in bed, not moving so as not to disturb her since she was practically lying on top of him and had both of her arms around him.

She slowly began to open her eyes and stretch.

Wilhelm smiled at her and softly whispered, "Good morning, did you sleep well?"

She opened her mouth, yawning before saying, "Yes, I had a great sleep... and a great pillow." She winked.

He smiled at her as he said with a slight grin, "You know technically I think I have to turn you over to my government, but since I am so high up in the government, I think that I count as a government official who can pass judgement, I think this matter will all be okay so long as you're under constant close supervision by somebody in the internal security apparatus, seeing as I am such, I think I'll volunteer to keep watch over you. Besides, I was hoping to keep you around anyway."

She smiled at him, " I'd love to be your wife."

Wilhelm kissed her on the forehead and then said, "In time perhaps, in time."

"So when do you have to do the next part of the show?"

He sighed, "Ah, not until tomorrow I do believe, tomorrow..."

Petra wondered something as so asked, "Is it boring?"

He grinned as he pulled her closer to his body, "Not as fun as some other things I could be spending my time doing..."

She giggled. "Well I'll be waiting for you."

He ran one of his hands through her hair as he asked something that had been bothering him since her failed attacked, "I am curious of one thing, what sort of assassination attempt involves pepper spray? You weren't exactly cutout for this sort of work, were you? No offense of course."

She laughed, sighing. "No, I am - was - an analyst mostly with only a few years of service in the RNG under my belt..."

He smiled, "Well lucky for me eh?"

She slowly raised an eyebrow, "Besides, I was hoping to get a blade in."

He shook his head, "Well I think I can safely say you were pretty happy the way things turned out..."

She kissed his cheek and held onto him tighter. "I know I am."

Wilhelm gently put his arms around her and pressed his lips softly against hers. Kissing her for well over a minute, until there was a knock at the door. Before he could answer the door, it was unlocked and opened and six DIS operative rushed in, MP-5s at the ready, they quickly stormed into the bedroom.

One of them shouted, "Sir, we heard you might be in danger from a foreign operative..."

Wilhelm shook his head and said, "No, I have captured her and am proceeding to interrogate her, as you can see I require privacy to properly perform my interrogation... My techniques are a bit, unique..."

She screamed as they burst into the room, taken completely off her guard. As Wilhelm spoke to them it soon became apparent everything was alright.

One of the men smiled at her, "So, you're interrogating her yourself eh? When you're done with her, how about handing her over to us, so we can interrogate her?"

Wilhelm shook his head, "No, she only seems willing to talk to me, and I don't want her harmed any, she is cooperating well enough."

She squeezed tighter onto Wilhelm and buried her head into his chest.

One of the men nodded his head at Wilhelm, "Yes sir, if you wish sir, will you be taking her back to Mississippi with you?"

Wilhelm smiled, "Yes, I think I will indeed be keeping this one, you men are all dismissed now."

The men turned and left, shutting the doors on their way out.

She breathed a collective sigh of relief as they left room and slowly pulled herself up in the bed, breaking away. "Thank you, Wilhelm, thank you." She kissed both of his cheeks and then wrapped her arms back around his body

Wilhelm smiled, kissed her on the forehead and then grinned a bit, "You know, technically I own you now, since they'll be reporting it in their logs that I'm keeping you for interrogation purposes..."

She sighed heavily, "I am sorry... you know that?"

He nodded his head, "Oh yes, I know that. Don't worry, I'll get a hold of some papers freeing you from DIS control as soon as we get back to Mississippi..."

Petra kissed him on the cheek again, "I do owe my life to you though."

Wilhelm wasn't sure what she meant, "What do you mean by that? I'm not sure what you mean."

"I mean..."-she paused-"I should be dead, but you have kept me alive and for that I owe you so much."

He shook his head, "Oh come on, you don't think I would actually have killed you last night, did you? I could never harm an unarmed person, especially a woman, and especially one so lovely as yourself."

Landon answered Ernst, "I - I don't know what I thought. I just believed it was over for me, if you weren't going to kill me, then somebody else would. And I know I said I wanted to die last night... but that isn't true, not like that anyway."

He nodded his head, "Of course, I knew you didn't want to die, and I had no intention of harming you either."

There was one thing she was quite curious about, so she politely asked, "Tell me about yourself, Wilhelm. why aren't you married? You're handsome enough."

Wilhelm sighed, "I guess I was just always too busy with my job, with work, with managing my estate... I... I never had time for anything else." He smiled a bit, "But I've recently begun to think about slowing down a bit and taking time off for other pursuits."

She smiled, it was her luck that he was single when she met him, "I see. Do you like your job?"

He frowned a bit, "It's okay, it's a job, and it is good to help the regime, but there have been many times things have been done in the DIS that I viewed as, how shall I put this, less than pleasant."

"I know what you mean..." She sighed.

Wilhelm wanted to know more, "What do you mean? Was your job like that as well?"

"I never actually had to do anything. But I knew all about it, it was happening around me..."

Wilhelm nodded his head, "I see. I see, that is not nearly so bad as what goes on in the DIS that I have to oversee."

"I can only imagine some of stuff..."

He frowned, "Yeah, I won't even get into it all, it's awful stuff."

"I'd thank you not to..."

"It's some comforting to know that you're only human... the pictures painted, are of heartless men with no regard what so ever for human life."

He nodded his head again, "Yes, I know what you mean...." He then moved on to more pleasant topics, "So, do you want to go get some breakfast?"

She smiled, saying, “Sure.”

He picked up the phone near the bed and called some servants, telling them what he wanted to eat, he then turned to her, "What do you want?" he asked.

She quickly answered, "I'll have what you have."

He nodded his head and placed the order, turning back to her he said, "It'll be about half an hour before the food is here? Any idea how to spend half an hour?"

She grinned, and wrapped her arms tightly around him - kissing his neck.

Wilhelm let out a light moan of pleasure and then kissed her back. Suddenly the phone rang, he looked over at it, "Should I answer that?"

"Sure. It is your room."

He picked it up and was a bit shocked, he then handed it to her, it was her employers back in JRV, their intelligence services. "It's for you", he said.

"What?" She gazed at him for a moment in astonishment, before slowly reaching out and taking the phone. "H - hello?"

"Yes... Go and fuck yourself." She handed the telephone back.

He hung the phone up and then chuckled a bit, "What did they want?"

"I don't know, and really don't care."

He smiled and kissed her on the forehead as he ran a hand through her hair, "That's good to hear..."

She returned her arms around his body and grew closer.

A short while later, after they were done, the servant knocked on the door and then brought breakfast in after Wilhelm opened the door.

She rose in the bed and stretched her long arms.

Wilhelm thanked the servant and had the food placed on a table nearby in the kitchen. He called her over, "Petra, food is here..."

Throwing her clothes back on she walked over to the kitchen and sat herself down next to him.

He smiled and pulled her gently on his lap and put a plate in front of her, "Smells good, eh?"

"Indeed, it does." She slowly began eating, it had been quite some time since her last meal and she was hungry - but did not want to appear rude

He smiled, "Ah, somebody sure is hungry, hmmmm? Good food isn't it?" he said as he himself had just started eating.

"Yeah, I'm starving."

After they were both done eating, he showered and got dressed, he looked at his watch and said, "Meh, the documentary here can go on without me, they can bother some other DIS folks, shall we head to Mississippi?"

She rose and nodded eagerly. "Certainly. I would love to see Mississippi."

He smiled and pulled her closer to him, into his arms, kissing her lightly on the lips, "You'll love it there, I know you will."

"I hope so." She said as she returned the embrace.

He smiled, "Shall we then? We should head on out, yes?"

She nodded, "Certainly."

He was worried about one thing, "You're not in trouble with your nation or your government, are you?"

She shook her head, "No."

He didn't quite believe her, "Are you sure? What was that call about earlier? You can tell me if you're in trouble... I can help."

"No, I'm not in trouble. Really. In fact..." She sighed. "They said I'm in your hands now. ISB doesn't care what happens to me."

Wilhelm grinned, "Hmmm, don't worry, you're in very good hands..."

She leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you for everything."

He leaned into the kiss and gently put his arms around her, pulling her into it more. After about twenty seconds of heavy kissing, he leaned back, just enough to be able to talk, saying, "You're welcome..."

"Well are we going?"

Ernst chuckled lightly, "Yes of course, somebody sure is eager to go, eh?"

She kept her arm wrapped tightly around his body, her blonde head rested on his shoulder. "I want to see your country."

He smiled, "Ah, you will, very soon... Come, let's go."

Wilhelm stood up and quickly swept Petra up into his arms, giving her a few kisses on the cheek, neck, and finally lips as he walked towards the bathroom, saying, "We really ought to get cleaned up first though, yes?"

"Yes. But clothes! I need clothes!"

He smiled a bit, "Ah, yes, well you'll be on the plane with me, nobody will see you like this... Or if you want, you could wear one of my old army uniforms I have with me, it just might fit you, it'll be loose though."

*She giggled. "Ok. I'll stick with what I've got."

He set her down in the large bath, stepping in after he, playfully smacking her on the rear as he said, "And quite a nice lot you've got..."

She playfully cried, "Oh, what did I do to deserve a spanking? Was I a bad girl?"

He smiled as he replied, "Not yet, but hopefully soon..."

"On the plane?"

He grinned, nodding his head.

"Is it a private flight?"

He smiled, "But of course."

After a few minutes of bathing, she rose out of the water, her entire body exposed in front of him. "Let's go."

Wilhelm stepped out of the bath and quickly got dressed as he said, "Yeah, let's get on out of here, shall we... So, have you decided what, if anything, you'd like to wear?"

She turned and grinned playfully. "What does my master want me to wear?"

Wilhelm smiled, saying, "Hmmm, I didn't know I was your master, I didn't think people could own others..."

She smiled. "It is called having a little fun, Wilhelm."

Wilhelm smiled back, "Ah, so you like taking orders eh? This might indeed be very fun... I think you'll wear nothing, just walk behind me and try to stick as close to me as possible and perhaps my body will be enough to block people's view of you..."

"As you wish, my master.”

Wilhelm grinned, "Hmmm, I'm really going to like this..."

Drying off, Petra stepped out of the bathroom and waited for Wilhelm. She would like this just as much.

Wilhelm had just finished getting dressed, having hastily dried off. He looked over towards her, "Well then, woman... Shall we go?"

She flicked back her flowing blonde hair and smiled at the security officer. Her entire body white was showing from head to toe.

Ernst shook his head, "Mind your business and move along... On second though, give me your coat, I may give it to her later if she is a good girl..."

The soldier nodded, removing his overcoat and handing it to Wilhelm, who promptly folded it.

Wilhelm then continued on with Petra, they got a few more stares from MS guards, but the guards were used to seeing weird things happening, they'd been guarding MS noblemen for years, and very few MS noblemen were angels, at least privately. They just figured it was some whore he'd hired for his pleasures or some foreign woman he was forcing to humiliate for international consideration for treaties

These guards had worked for Curtis Fabus, they'd seen it all, well almost every scenario one could imagine.

Petra continued walking by the DIS head's side, occasionally grinning or winking to guards they passed by.

Wilhelm would periodically swat her on the butt and say, "Move along, quicker..."

"Yesss master!" She liked every moment of it and quickly picked up her pace as his hand spanked against those firm buttocks.

Once they got to the front door, he looked at the overcoat he was holding, "hmmm, don't want people outside to see you naked, we are in Argentina, they'd think you're crazy... The guards, well there isn't anything they haven't seen, they're protected Curtis before, and well let's just say some wild things happened at his mansion in 1999 and 2000, I mean crazy, wild, orgies basically... Anyway, do you wish to cover yourself up?"

She sighed, hoping that her body could have stayed exposed longer. "Sure. If you think it is best."

He sensed she didn't want to be covered up, perhaps she liked being nude, he shook his head, "No, I think you'll manage a bit longer..." He then gently pushed her out the door, following right behind her. Outside the sidewalk was bustling with activity.

She continued to walk alongside 'the master', playfully smiling to shocked onlookers.

People probably would have wondered what the hell was going on, but Wilhelm had dressed not in his standard DIS Command uniform, but rather a DISFB uniform. Most people assumed it was some sort of perverse DISFB operation of psychological torture or mind control on some helpless woman.

They didn't say anything; fearful the DISFB would come down hard on them. Fear was the weapon of the DISFB, they made people, in many nations besides Mississippi, believe they had agents behind every mailbox. In reality the DISFB was only about 600,000 strong, very large as intelligence agencies go, but not nearly large enough to spy on the world.

They were successful because they got neighbors to turn on each other, families to snitch on fellow family members, it was a vicious racket of "snitch or be snitched on", and the DISFB loved to foster this attitude in the minds of the people. Fear was, after all, their best weapon.

An elderly woman, who hadn't seen Ernst yet, but saw Petra, slapped her in the face as she scornfully said, "Get some clothes on, whore!"

Petra received a shock and immediately responded by slapping the elderly lady. "You old bitch!"

Ernst walked up to the old woman, tapped her on the shoulder, and then tapped his DISFB shoulder insignia, saying, "Move along grandma..."

The woman immediately moved off, as she shouted apologies.

"Sorry master," she hoped she had not been too brash and quietly continued, picking up her pace. Perhaps walking through the middle of a busy city stark naked wasn't such a good idea.

Wilhelm shook his head, "No need to apologize... You'll make it up to me later, believe it you will." He grinned at that part.

She returned the grin, and licked her lips. "I don't see at as a chore."

Wilhelm suddenly got an idea, he told Petra, "Stop for a minute, would you..."

She halted, but was a little hesitant. "Yes master?'

He looked down at the ground as he unzipped his pants, "Drop to your knees... This shouldn't take too long..."

"Wilhelm!?" A huge grin lit up her face as she blushed. "- are you sure?"

People were starting to stare as they walked by and so he took out a balaclava face mask, black, and pulled it over his head. He then started to shout, "Move along, this is an official DISFB operation, interfere at your own peril!"

He looked back to her, "Hmmm, don't use my name in public, and yes I'm sure..."

Giggling, she did as was asked and knelt down on the pavement.

He looked at the passing people and again shouted, "Official DISFB operation! Move along!"

She moved into position and went to work on him.

At least a dozen people shouted, "Get a room!" or "Whore" but Ernst just tapped the DISFB patch on his shoulder and they all immediately moved along. A police officer even refused to say anything after being called over by a concerned mother, the officer had realized the man was DISFB, and a high officer, who though, he wasn't sure...

Perhaps it was, it had to be... Wilhelm Ernst. He knew what he'd do, report the incident, go over Ernst's head and talk to the Czar himself, or Mladic.

When she finished, Ernst lifted her up back into a standing position and smiled as he said, "Well, I think you've assured you'll be making the news here tonight, come on, let's get to the plane..."

She got back to her feet feeling quite funny. "Y-yes, if you say so master."

Wilhelm smiled as he led her along, asking, "Do you want to get in a cab, it's at least a half hour walk to the airport..."

"Well, not as much fun. But I think we'd better."

He nodded his head and flagged down a cab, the driver looked shocked, until he saw Wilhelm was in the DISFB. He then said, "Ah, I won't even ask what her story is, I'll just assume she's with you and this is some sort of thing I don't need to know about, hey, it's not my business, you know, whatever floats your boat, how you all operate is your business."

Wilhelm nodded his head at the man, “Right, not your business…” He then opened the door and held it for her, telling her, “Get in” and then waiting for her to get into the car.

Petra did as she was told and climbed in to the back seat.

Wilhelm got in after he, shutting the door. The car immediately took off, heading for the airport as Wilhelm said the word, "Airport" as he had stepped in

Petra quietly glanced out of the window, she'd be glad to finally be in MS - a new country, a new life...

Wilhelm looked over to her and handed her the overcoat, "Here, you may cover yourself up if you'd like..."

She accepted the coat and nodded, "Thanks."

He smiled as he patted her on the head, like one would pet a dog, "You're a good girl, you know that?" he said.

She grinned. "Yes master. But I enjoy being a bad girl too..."

He smiled, as he said, "Hmmm, I'm sure I'll find that out firsthand in a bit eh, well as for now..." he was suddenly a bit worried, "I sure hope nobody saw me before I put my mask on, meh what do I care, I've got los of money and don't really need my job, but you know something, honestly, I love having power over masses of peasants. I am life and death to millions of people, I can take lives or spare them. That is what the DISFB is."

She smiled, saying, "It must be great."

He grinned, "Oh, it is, it is..."

"So what will happen when we arrive in MS?"

He shrugged a bit, "I'm not really sure, I'll figure something out though, give me a bit of time..."

"Okay." She trusted him with her life now.

Wilhelm smiled a bit, "Hmmm, if I don't get fired, I'll let you come with me to DIS Command someday and you can see some tortures or even take part if you'd like."

She shifted closer to him in the seat and placed her arm around him, kissing his cheek. "I hope you don’t lose your job because of me"

He smiled and put his arm around her, "Don't worry, if I get fired or laid off, I'm sure I'll just have much more time for getting laid in other ways..."

She grinned, "I'll see to that."

Petra sighed, "But what will people say about you? It can't be good for your image, to be seen with some slut..."

Wilhelm grinned a bit, "If they call you a slut, well it doesn't matter, whatever they say, it only matters that you're mine... If they insist on you being a slut, you'll be my slut... I rather like that idea, a bit intriguing actually. But at any rate, even if I get fired, as head of the DIS and a ranking commander in the DISFB, I should have problem using my connections to have enemies silenced or disappeared..."

She kissed him again and rested her head on his shoulder, "Thanks."

He let her keep her head on his shoulder, keeping his arm around her the rest of the drive to the airport, which took about twenty minutes in the heavy traffic. When they got there, she had fallen asleep. He handed the driver a wad of bills and lifted Petra gently into his arms, carefully keeping her covered with the overcoat.

About an hour later, she woke up on a medium sized private plane, she was lying in a bed, it was Wilhelm's private plane. He set a newspaper aside and looked over at her from the chair he was sitting in. "Ah, finally awake, eh?"

Petra yawned. "We're flying?" She sheepishly glanced around the aircraft, the jacket still wrapped around her body.

He nodded his head, saying, "Yes indeed, sleep well?"

Still a bit groggy, she rubbed her eyes as she answered, "I did. What kind of plane is this?"

He smiled, "Leer jet, why? Do you like it?"

"I love it. Very nice," Petra rose from her seat and took off the jacket that had been covering her body.

He pointed over to a nearby chair, there were some clothes lying on it, women's clothes, they looked like they'd fit her, they also looked rather nice, "After you fell asleep, I had a friend at the airport run to a nearby mall quickly and he bought those for you..."

She smiled, "Thanks. But I want to do something first." Petra sat down in his lap and threw her arms and legs around him. "Take me!"

Wilhelm was startled; he was a bit puzzled, "Right now? Here, on the plane?"

"You said you wanted to."

He nodded his head, "Yeah, you're right. I just thought you'd be rather tired..."

She shook her head as she nibbled on his neck. "No. I can go all day... and night."

Wilhelm spent the next half hour obliging her request. When he had finished, he went off to shower, leaving her on the bed, a bit tired but still awake.

Wilhelm stepped out the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and then went back to the bed, lying down still a bit wet, planning to let the air dry the rest of the water off.

After he finished, she herself rose and headed to wash.

Wilhelm gently swatted her on the butt, he liked doing it, and said, "Get yourself nice and clean now..." with a bit of a grin, before adding, "I'll have fun getting you dirty later..."

Petra liked the spanking and turned back to blow him a kiss, "Yes master."
She grabbed the clothes off the chair and went to shower...

Wilhelm turned the TV on and flipped through the channels to the news. His and Petra's little stunt on the sidewalk was all over the news. He called to her, "Hey, hurry up and finish in there, something you'll want to see on the news..."

She quickly threw a dress on and stepped out to see what the commotion was. "Oh my goodness!"

He pointed to the TV, "There you are Petra, look... They're showing the footage of it..."

He grinned, "You look rather good on your knees like that, do you know that?"

She strutted over and placed her arms around him, "I still hope too many people don't view me as a slut..."

He pulled her down onto the bed, into his arms, kissing her lightly on the lips. After a few seconds of kissing her, he smiled and said, "Petra, there is nothing to worry about..."

She smiled back, "I know, I know. Will the Czar want to see you?"

He shrugged, "Probably, why?"

"I just wondered. You won't be in too much trouble, will you?" She was concerned that he might come to regret ever letting her live...

The news went to a live conference with the Czar, Roger was saying, "Yes, I think we can say with a degree of certainty, that Mr. Ernst's services will probably no longer be needed in the DISFB or the DIS for that matter. Indeed we may not even have a DISFB much longer..."

Alice then chimed in, "And that woman is a whore..."

Petra frowned, "Bitch..."

Wilhelm was red with rage, but then nearly crying, he was enraged, depressed, distraught, and angry at the same time, it overwhelmed him. He started to tear up, sobbing, "Petra, my life's work is in the DIS, what will I do if I get fired?"

She sat up, staring at the television for a moment. "I'm sorry." Petra took him in her arms and kissed his head softly.

Wilhelm shook his head, saying, "Not now, not now... I need to think for a bit..."

Petra let go and sensed it was time to back off a bit.

Wilhelm patted her on the head lightly, saying, "Thank you... I'm going to go to sleep for a while, you may stay here of course though."

She nodded and quietly huddled up, watching the continued television coverage.

He started to fall asleep, holding her close against his body. He shut the TV off before falling asleep.

After he'd been asleep for about ten minutes, his cell phone rang, it was close to her, he was asleep, she decided to answer it.

"H-hello?"

It was the Czar, Roger Fabus, himself, calling, "Hello? Wilhelm is that you? You hardly sound like yourself, must be the bad reception... Anyway, here are your options, leave the DIS totally, resign. Or, be forced out in disgrace... Or, since we like you, you're a loyal and good officer, kill the girl, say she had you in some bizarre mind control trance and you didn’t know what you were doing in public with her like that, and we go on as though this never happened..."

Petra paused for a moment, her body trembling. What would she do? After a few seconds she turned back to Wilhelm and gently shook him.

Wilhelm shook his head, mumbling in his sleep, "Not now..."

"No, the phone! It is the Czar!" She shoved the cell phone in his face.

Wilhelm took the phone, quickly sitting up. The Czar was shocked, "Wasn't that you? Who was it?" he demanded.

Wilhelm explained Petra had answered the phone. Roger frowned as he said, "Yeah, about her, take care of her, would you? Or else you're out of the DIS..."

Wilhelm nodded his head, "I understand..."

He then hung up the phone.

"He wants you to kill me," She spoke softly and looked away.

He laid his head back down on his pillow and closed his eyes, "Yeah, I know..."

"What is going to happen? Can you send back to JRV? I'll be out of your way..."

He sat up in bed, quickly, as soon as heard her suggesting that. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to his body, patting her gently on the back, "No, I'd rather you stay. Anyway, I told him I understood what he was saying, so it's settled..."

Wilhelm laid back against his pillow and closed his eyes, regretting he was out of the DIS, he'd call Curtis later and complain, and Curtis would get Roger to let him back in, it'd take a while though.

She nodded, "Thank you again..."

He smiled, "Don't mention it..."

The former DIS commander chuckled, "Petra, the DISFB is fun, but honestly, you're a lot more fun..."

She giggled and kissed him. "I love you."

He was surprised to say the least, she was a fast woman, but he liked that, he still had to ask, "Are you sure? Do you really mean that?"

"Yes... I mean, I feel very strongly for you. This is the first time I have ever felt for a man like this before, it's something special... I know it."

He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I feel something about you too, I don't know what it is, can't say I've felt it before... You know, I was never too good about putting my thoughts into words, which I guess is why I'm in such boring and lonely work as DIS management."

He was quick to say, "And now, woman, if you don't mind... Perhaps you'd reenact what the news was showing you doing earlier..."

She grinned and got on to the floor, "Unzip, master."

He shook his head, "Just a towel, I didn't get dressed, remember..." He tossed the towel over her head in a playful manner as he stood up and got in front of her.

"Sorry, but I am a blonde," She chuckled and began her 'work'.

When she was done, he patted her on the head and said, "Good job, woman, you did good..."

She rose, satisfied. "Thank you, master."

Wilhelm did frown a bit, running his right hand through his medium length blonde hair, "And, woman, there is nothing wrong with being blonde, it's a sign of strength and racial health."

Wilhelm did frown a bit, running his right hand through his medium length blonde hair, "And, woman, there is nothing wrong with being blonde, it's a sign of strength and racial health."

After he ran his hand through his hair to illustrate his point, he pulled her gently into his arms and started brushing his hands through her hair.

"Oooh, Wilhelm." She groaned with pleasure.

He pulled her back towards the bed and fell back onto it, her on top of him, they just lay there, he continuing to play with her hair, running his hand slowly through it. Just lying there as the plane moved closer to Mississippi.

She rested her head against his chest and just shut her eyes.

He was thinking to himself, as he though about Petra, "Wow, what a catch, this one's even more compliant and docile than any Mississippian woman I know, she actually likes being called woman!"

He patted her gently on the head before he drifted off to sleep, after he realized she was sleeping.

About five hours later, she had woken up, the plane was less than an hour from Mississippi, she wondered if she should wake up Wilhelm.

Petra decided she'd arouse him from sleep and with her tongue gently licked around his left ear... "Darling."

He shook his head lightly and mumbled in his sleep, "Hmmm, later..."

She gently pulled away and sat up on top of him.

Wilhelm still just mumbled, "Mmmmh huh, later."

"We're almost there."

He was back asleep again, not replying at all, not even mumbling.

She sighed and very quietly got off him and lay down on the bed beside him.

Wilhelm suddenly started snoring in his sleep, lightly, not too loud.

She grinned, "Wilhelm, you old fart..."

He opened his eyes, immediately, frowning, "What did you say? Woman..."

She smiled sweetly and crawled back on top of him. "Nothing, darling..."

He shook his head a bit, "Hmmm, I thought I heard you say something... Are you lying to me, come on, woman, tell the truth.."

"I think you heard."

He nodded his head, "Yes, and what am I going to do about it?"

She was quick to suggest, "Spank me!"

He was shocked, puzzled, a bit more than just confuse, "Excuse me? Hmmm, I'm curious, you like that?"

"I like getting a nice spank on the butt, from you anyway."

He bent her over his knee and obliged her for the next five or so minutes.

She moaned and groaned loudly through out the duration of it all, before finally collapsing next to him. "Oh, Wilhelm..."

He raised a brow, "Hmmmm, I think we're going to get along rather well... Although I will be needing a new job, any suggestions? Speaking of which, you don't plan on getting a job, do you?"

"Me? A job? What could I do? I think you would be a good head of some large corporation..."

He smiled a bit, before grinning, "And you'd make a nice secretary, to handle making sure the office environment is relaxing."

She nodded, "I think I would like that. What do women wear in MS?"

Wilhelm quickly answered her, smiling, "Ah, well most long dresses, the sort you'd have to pick up a bit as you walk... And most all wear a corset as well, well not most all, pretty much all. None wear jeans. A few feminazis tried to wear jeans to a public protest once, but they were all arrested and charged with witchcraft."

"Oh..." She laughed. "Well I always wore jeans back home and pants."

He shook his head, "Well jeans are definitely not an option."

"Swimsuits?"

He shook his head, "No, not really, mostly long swimming dresses, don't ask, I really don't know how it works..."

"Oh. Well, I guess I'll have to get used to it all..."

He nodded his head, smiling, "Yup, you will, don't worry."

"Are immigrants common in MS?"

He nodded his head, "Yes, yes they are, white only of course though."

He playfully tickled her chin, "Besides, you're not an immigrant, remember, your nation said I own you... You're mine."

She smiled. "Yes, master."

He smiled back, "Yes, and let's not forget it..."

"Forget what?"

He kissed her on the forehead, "Let's not forget who is in charge, shall we?"

She placed her arms around him and kissed his cheek.

"I won't forget."

He smiled, "Good, why don't you go see if the cook is making anything to eat yet..."

"Is there an intercom or something?..."

He shook his head and pointed to the door, his way of telling her to go find the cook in person. He then fell asleep.

She rose from the bed and wondered out through the door, in search of the kitchen.

Petra found the cook already at work and returned to Wilhelm.

Wilhelm was sound asleep.

She switched the television set on and sat herself down in a chair, turning the sound down low with a remote. Petra waited impatiently for the cook ...

After what seemed like an eternity, the servant finally entered and informed her that their food was ready. "Thank you," She replied and moved to wake Wilhelm.

Wilhelm woke up and looked at her, smiling as he asked, "At so, what have you to tell me?"

"Food is ready I believe."

He patted her gently on the head, saying, "Good girl..."

She smiled sweetly and kissed him.

He stood up after he had returned the kiss and then took her hand, saying, "Petra, come, let us go eat, you're hungry, yes?"

"Yes, let's." She followed him to the dinner table.

The cook brought dinner in, pheasant, Wilhelm loved pheasant.

He started to eat, noticing she was eating a bit slow, he asked, "Is something wrong, is it too warm?"

She smiled up at him. "No, it's fine. Just never had it before."

He stopped eating for a few seconds and watched as she started to eat, he was hoping she liked it.

"It's actually rather nice." She said, her mouth stuffed.

He smiled, pleased with what he had heard, "Great, great..." he resumed eating.

"... So how come a guy like you isn't married?" Petra finally asked, it was something she had wondered long over.

He shrugged a bit, he had always been busy with work, and he was a bit of a reckless bachelor, but over the last year or so he decided he ought to get married. After what seemed a dozen or so seconds of silence, he answered, "I don't know, I guess I just never got around to it, you know?"

"Yeah, I understand."

He then asked her the same question, "So what about you? Why haven't you gotten married yet?"

"Well, much the same I suppose. Plus never really met the right man..."

He nodded his head, "I can understand that, yeah, so what do you want to do career wise now that your nation seems to have given you a lot of vacation time by letting you go from your old job?"

She chuckled. "Don't suppose there is much career wise for me in MS, what can women do???" Petra asked eagerly, from what she had been told women did not do much...

He smiled, "Oh there is plenty you can do... Do you like the idea of having and raising children?"

"Yours?" She grinned. "Certainly."

He grinned back, "Of course..."

She raised a brow, curious, "But is that all women are good for in MS?"

Wilhelm shook his head, "Of course not, you can cook right?"

She immediately answered, "No."

He smiled, "Oh, don't worry, you'll catch on fast, besides, there are servants to handle the cooking. You just have to worry about keeping the estate in order and not tiring yourself out too much..." He grinned as he continued; "Leave the tiring you out to me."

She grinned back. "I think I could get used to that. Being your wife."

He finished eating and then walked over and put his hands gently on her shoulders before he leaned down closer to her and started to kiss her neck.

She leaned her head back and sighed with pleasure.

He kept kissing her as he slowly massaged her shoulders.

"That feels nice," She yawned.

Wilhelm stood there, continuing to massage her shoulders, whispering to her, "We'll be landing soon, perhaps we should go get seated?"

"Yes." She rose back to her feet and strutted back over to her seat.

The second she stood up and took a step away; he swatted her playfully on the butt, knowing she liked it. He then followed and took his seat.

She shrieked playfully and turned around to blow a kiss.

Wilhelm smiled and then pulled her down onto his lap, taking her into his arms as he began to kiss her.

She was wondering something, trying to refresh his memory, "So will you have to see the Czar?"

He shrugged, "About what?" he had a bad memory at times.

She tapped him gently on the arm, trying to get the point across, "About the incident. He wasn't happy on the phone."

He shrugged, not really caring, "Meh, I'm out of a job, probably, at least for now... I'll manage."

She smiled, "Ah well you have me."

He smiled back, "Yes, that surely does count for a great deal..." He resumed rubbing her shoulders and occasionally ran a hand slowly through her hair. Wilhelm grinned a bit as he said, "Something tells me you're going to be keeping me very busy, yes?"

"Oh yes."

Petra then glanced out the window. "Looks like we're about to come in..."

Wilhelm nodded his head, saying only, "Yup..." A minute or so later, the plane touched down gently on the ground.

She rose from her seat and followed Wilhelm off the plane, clutching tightly on to his hand.