Post by kasimir on Mar 4, 2005 0:37:39 GMT -5
(Forgive the previous apperance of this post, apparently I must have hit the enter key. Must be the tab key in conjunction with the enter key. I was trying to use proper paragraphing.)
Kasimir Reingelt flicked his cigarette into a storm drain as he made his way up the street. Downtown Berlin was crowded even on a monday afternoon. Failing capitalism that danced so fatally with fascism. Office workers on their lunch breaks, everything trying to be so neat and organized. The facade was cracking, Kasimir knew, and he was holding that hammer.
Soon, an officer of Germany's army would exit his car and walk into an office building. It was so simple, any terrorist could have done it. The building stood fourty stories over of the crowded streets and blaring car horns, like a monument to an evil diety.
Kasimir spotted the officer's black sedan, the car it's self attempting and failing miserably at being inconspicuous. Kasimir ran across the street as he exited the car, the door opened by his secretary. Kasimir kept his distance as the secretary began to drive the car into the underground parking garage beneath the building. Kasimir resumed his run, catching up to the officer and placing a hand on the man's shoulder. The officer began to turn until he felt a gun at his back.
"Move slowly. If you comply with my demands, you shall live. Now enter the building, and walk to your office. I am an old friend, and we need to catch up on current events. Now move."
Kasimir executed his demands perfectly. His voice cold and devoid of any emotion. He had no compassion for anyone who would stand in his way, not hesitating to end their lives without batting an eyelash. Kasimir removed his jacket and placed over the hand that held the gun. The officer did as he was told, walking into the building and waving to many fellow officers and co-workers as if everything was fine. They entered the elevator without harrasment. The elevator was occupied by two other officers, who were practicing their Russian. Kasimir payed no attention to them as the doors swung open to the officer's floor. When they stepped off, he bid the two other officers good day resulting in the gun barrel digging into his back. They approached the door and entered, Kasimir then took the coat away to reveal a detonator. The officer gasped, taking a step back. Kasimir held it threateningly at the man.
"We have your family nearby in a van. This detonator will explode enough semtex to demolish this building. This is our insurance policy, General Durnitz. You will tell me all you know about Das Ende, or your wife and child will be vaporized."
The man began to quiver, tembling wildly. Kasimir took the opportunity to wrap his fingers arond the detonator and hit him in the face.
"What do you know, and where is Galtz?"
The man kept trembling, fear and wonder stunning him entirely. Kasimir hit him again, a trickle of blood forming at his mouth. He began to studder words, nonsensical statements. Then, a word.
"R-Russia!" He cried. "Galtz is in Russia!"
This news would be stunning to any other German, but not Kasimir. He took the information as it was, and asked no questions as to why Galtz was there.
"What do you know about Das Ende?"
And then Durnitz began to cry.
"Don't hurt them, not my daughter! Don't kill them! Oh, god please!"
Kasimir looked on coldly. Detonator still in hand.
"Tell me."
Durnitz settled a little, his head in his hands. Sobbing like a child.
"We know... we know about Karl Grenhoffer..."
At that, Kasimir flicked the safety switch on the detonator and pressed the button. Then, a deafening boom and shattering glass. Smoke and sirens. A man sobbing, curled into a ball. Kasimir began to leave, dropping the detonator to the floor. Without word, he removed a pistol from his pocket and put three holes in the officer's head. He had no time to waste here.
He walked out into the hallway, picking up his coat. He stopped at the elevator as he heard a clang, looking up at the floor indicator lights. They would come, but too late. He opened the door to the stairs and began to make his escape. He was only sixteen stories up, but he knew they would block the exit at the bottom. As he ran down the stairs, he heard the noise of armed soldiers beginning their descent after him. As he neared the tenth floor, he heard like sounds coming beneath him. He removed another gun from his pocket and kept running. At floor eight, a hail of gunfire stopped his advance. He returned fire, hitting the young soldier in the shoulder and wounding another in the leg. He then charged down the stairs, finishing both soldiers off and freeing them of their guns. As he came to the exit, four more guards greeted him and layed down heavy fire. Kasimir had brought something along just for this. He removed the hand grenade from his pocket and ripped the pin from the grenade and flipped the spoon. He counted to three and threw it, ducking in the corner of the stairs. Screams and then a boom. Kasimir peered over the edge and through the smoke. None survived. He continued his flight down the stairs and out the door, more soldiers rushed to meet him. One came close, but Kasimir grappled him by the arm pulling it straight. He then proceeded to drop his gun and thrust his elbow into the joint of the soldier's arm, dislocating it. He screamed in pain as Kasimir pulled out one of his pistols, aiming it at the soldiers. He slowly backed out of the door as the soldiers looked on in horror and defeat. When he reached his exit, he pushed the soldier away and put two bullets in his head. He then dashed down the street, mingling with a hysterical crowd. He pocketed his gun and ran for a white delivery truck. He opened the back and jumped in, promptly pulling the door down and locking it. As the truck began to drive away from the scene, the sounds began to form a cacophony. Screaming, sirens, a loudspeaker barking orders.
Kasimir layed on his back. He stared emotionless into the dark void. He was going to Russia to finish this.
Kasimir Reingelt flicked his cigarette into a storm drain as he made his way up the street. Downtown Berlin was crowded even on a monday afternoon. Failing capitalism that danced so fatally with fascism. Office workers on their lunch breaks, everything trying to be so neat and organized. The facade was cracking, Kasimir knew, and he was holding that hammer.
Soon, an officer of Germany's army would exit his car and walk into an office building. It was so simple, any terrorist could have done it. The building stood fourty stories over of the crowded streets and blaring car horns, like a monument to an evil diety.
Kasimir spotted the officer's black sedan, the car it's self attempting and failing miserably at being inconspicuous. Kasimir ran across the street as he exited the car, the door opened by his secretary. Kasimir kept his distance as the secretary began to drive the car into the underground parking garage beneath the building. Kasimir resumed his run, catching up to the officer and placing a hand on the man's shoulder. The officer began to turn until he felt a gun at his back.
"Move slowly. If you comply with my demands, you shall live. Now enter the building, and walk to your office. I am an old friend, and we need to catch up on current events. Now move."
Kasimir executed his demands perfectly. His voice cold and devoid of any emotion. He had no compassion for anyone who would stand in his way, not hesitating to end their lives without batting an eyelash. Kasimir removed his jacket and placed over the hand that held the gun. The officer did as he was told, walking into the building and waving to many fellow officers and co-workers as if everything was fine. They entered the elevator without harrasment. The elevator was occupied by two other officers, who were practicing their Russian. Kasimir payed no attention to them as the doors swung open to the officer's floor. When they stepped off, he bid the two other officers good day resulting in the gun barrel digging into his back. They approached the door and entered, Kasimir then took the coat away to reveal a detonator. The officer gasped, taking a step back. Kasimir held it threateningly at the man.
"We have your family nearby in a van. This detonator will explode enough semtex to demolish this building. This is our insurance policy, General Durnitz. You will tell me all you know about Das Ende, or your wife and child will be vaporized."
The man began to quiver, tembling wildly. Kasimir took the opportunity to wrap his fingers arond the detonator and hit him in the face.
"What do you know, and where is Galtz?"
The man kept trembling, fear and wonder stunning him entirely. Kasimir hit him again, a trickle of blood forming at his mouth. He began to studder words, nonsensical statements. Then, a word.
"R-Russia!" He cried. "Galtz is in Russia!"
This news would be stunning to any other German, but not Kasimir. He took the information as it was, and asked no questions as to why Galtz was there.
"What do you know about Das Ende?"
And then Durnitz began to cry.
"Don't hurt them, not my daughter! Don't kill them! Oh, god please!"
Kasimir looked on coldly. Detonator still in hand.
"Tell me."
Durnitz settled a little, his head in his hands. Sobbing like a child.
"We know... we know about Karl Grenhoffer..."
At that, Kasimir flicked the safety switch on the detonator and pressed the button. Then, a deafening boom and shattering glass. Smoke and sirens. A man sobbing, curled into a ball. Kasimir began to leave, dropping the detonator to the floor. Without word, he removed a pistol from his pocket and put three holes in the officer's head. He had no time to waste here.
He walked out into the hallway, picking up his coat. He stopped at the elevator as he heard a clang, looking up at the floor indicator lights. They would come, but too late. He opened the door to the stairs and began to make his escape. He was only sixteen stories up, but he knew they would block the exit at the bottom. As he ran down the stairs, he heard the noise of armed soldiers beginning their descent after him. As he neared the tenth floor, he heard like sounds coming beneath him. He removed another gun from his pocket and kept running. At floor eight, a hail of gunfire stopped his advance. He returned fire, hitting the young soldier in the shoulder and wounding another in the leg. He then charged down the stairs, finishing both soldiers off and freeing them of their guns. As he came to the exit, four more guards greeted him and layed down heavy fire. Kasimir had brought something along just for this. He removed the hand grenade from his pocket and ripped the pin from the grenade and flipped the spoon. He counted to three and threw it, ducking in the corner of the stairs. Screams and then a boom. Kasimir peered over the edge and through the smoke. None survived. He continued his flight down the stairs and out the door, more soldiers rushed to meet him. One came close, but Kasimir grappled him by the arm pulling it straight. He then proceeded to drop his gun and thrust his elbow into the joint of the soldier's arm, dislocating it. He screamed in pain as Kasimir pulled out one of his pistols, aiming it at the soldiers. He slowly backed out of the door as the soldiers looked on in horror and defeat. When he reached his exit, he pushed the soldier away and put two bullets in his head. He then dashed down the street, mingling with a hysterical crowd. He pocketed his gun and ran for a white delivery truck. He opened the back and jumped in, promptly pulling the door down and locking it. As the truck began to drive away from the scene, the sounds began to form a cacophony. Screaming, sirens, a loudspeaker barking orders.
Kasimir layed on his back. He stared emotionless into the dark void. He was going to Russia to finish this.