NationStates Jolt Archive

Konrad Simmel, Hunnic State Police officer, advanced towards the man fleeing the jewelry store. The police department had been contacted just in time as the robber left the building he had held up. Simmel unholstered his Walther P88 as he crossed the street.

"Sir! Stop where you are and put your hands up, NOW!" he yelled.

The thief turned around, saw the police officer, and broke into a run. Simmel cursed under his breath and began to chase the man. Ever since he had had that operation on his knee running was not his strong suit.

"Sir!" he called out, "Stop where you are!"

The man continued to run, his feet hitting the pavement as he increased his speed. He could not afford to be caught, it would mean his life. In Hunnlandia, citizens who were caught committing a second crime were immediately put to death.

Officer Simmel stopped running and pointed his gun at the escaping man. He pulled the trigger twice, missing his target by inches. He moved forward and took aim once more. This time the bullet found its mark, hitting the robber in the back. He immediately fell to the ground and stopped moving.

"Shit..." breathed Simmel as he sprinted towards the fallen civilian.

The officer checked the man's pulse, nothing. The bullet to the back had been fatal. Simmel radioed Police Headquarters, reporting the incidents that had just occurred.

Within minutes, a police car with the HSP markings appeared, this time two officers stepped out of the vehicle and made their way to the corpse. The three policemen shook hands and greeted each other.

"Damn good shot, Simmel." said officer Helm, chuckling.

Simmel nodded. "I guess so."

As the third officer, Heinrich, knelt beside the body, he took out the deceased's wallet and examined the credentials.

"Oh shit..."

Both Simmel and Helm turned their attention to their comrade. Heinrich looked up at them and shook his head.

"This guy isn't a Hunn, he's not one of ours," he said flatly. "He's a Macabee."

At that moment, civilians from around the area began to circle around the three officers. The HSP were only seen in public if something serious had happened. Helm immediately assumed the role of crowd control, telling the people to back away and leave the area. Meanwhile Heinrich stood up and began talking to Simmel quietly.

"Jesus Christ, Simmel. Out of the millions of people in this country you had to kill a foreigner." He shook his head again.

"He was robbing a jewelry store! He wouldn't stop so I did what I had to and have the right to do."

"Listen! We can't let his government know that he is dead. Do you understand?" Heinrich asked harshly.

Simmel nodded, it would mean trouble for Hunnlandia.

"Find out if this man...Karl Fried," Heinrich read the name from the identification found in the wallet, "Find out if he knew anyone in Hunnlandia. If so, find them and deal with them. A wife, kids, relatives, whatever. Do it."

Simmel nodded. In most countries this kind of action was illegal, but under the Hunnic Constitution the Hunnic State Police were entitled to do whatever they must to ensure national security. The hunt had begun...

The man, Karl Freid, was the husband of the reknown jewel thief Frieschla Gunter, an old Macabee citizen who had moved to Hunnlandia to get away from the repressing government which had developed since the rise of Jonach I. Because she couldn't pay for her life in Hunnlandia making money from conventional methods she decided to marry another Macabee dissident, a liberal Communist who had escaped from Hassel in the recent months, and become a jewel thief. She smoked from her slims and looked out the car window at her husband who was finally caught trying to steal. He was so absurd, small legs which could barely keep away from the police. She smiles when the bullet entered his back and exited through the front. It all seemed like slow motion really, he fell flat on his face, forever dead.

She wasn't a compassionate woman. Indeed, she had married him just to get a fool that would do her bidding. Why would she try to steal herself? To get caught? She thought not - instead she would use foolish men to do her bidding. However, her mind was much more political than that. It crossed over her in the few seconds she saw him die. Indeed, she could go to her Emperor, give her the evidence of atrocities against Macabee citizens, come back, and during the time it took the country to be uttelry crushed by the Second Empire she would have her fair share of loot. It was a very farfetched machination, however, her mind liked impossible schemes.

She turned on the motor to her Spyder Alfa-Romeo covertible and drove off. She would make it to the airport within the hour and from there purchase an ticket that would take her to the extremeties of Hunnlandia where she could buy her ticket to the Empire.

What she didn't know was that she had just started a string of events that would resemble something out of James Bond...