Geist Handwerk: Ghost Craft
"This whole thing started in Berlin about two years ago," Agent York shook the cuffs behind the chair. He was being kept by the Italian embassy hooked up to a lie detector, and the councilman yelled a question at the agent as a small bat struck the side of his head. Blood dripped from his temple and his black eyes color got darker, and York looked up slowly. "Ramsley York, secret service clearance level A... Nation of Germany." The answer must not have please the councilman because the bat pressed against the agents temple again pushing him to the ground. "Let me explain, you Unwissenheit Schwein!!!!" The sideways chair was crushing his left arm and his head was pounding, his ear rang but none of that mattered. Not with what was going on in his home, not with what was happening in Germany.
"Hoch Vater," York said before translating, "the high father... of a new order of agents." The Italian councilman lifted the chair upright and asked a new question before jamming the small bat into Agent York's rib cage. "Their is a new order of men taking over the German Embassy." Yorks head hung low and blood dripped from his head to his pant legs. "An anti-holocaust group is hunting and killing anyone who may have been an ancestor of the Nazi soldiers or anyone in the party..." The Bat was swung again but there was a knock on the other side of the one way glass and the bat halted in mid-air. York coughed before speaking, "They will wipe out half of my country and take over Europe, they have already infiltrated my agency.... it is only a matter of time councilman."
York had gone to the Italian government with this information three weeks ago after having been on the run from his own fellow agents for the last six months. But the WöX, order of killers and mad men have taken over York's precious land, his one and only Zuhause. They took Germany away from him and if this beating was the price of getting help from the Italian government then this was worth it. "I know that you are not in charge councilman... who is pulling your strings klein, wenig, Marionette?" This councilman was just that, a small little puppet. But as the door opened York lifted his head and smiled, the councilman greeted her sternly. and all York could hear was the womans name echoing through the depths of his mind.
"Vincenza, what a schön frau you are," he knew what was coming as soon as he said those words, The bat uppercutted him and he fell backwards on to his hands which were trapped under the chair now. He could feel at least two of them break upon impact, "I'd greet you with a kiss schön, but I seem to be a bit besetzt." Laying his head back he waiting for the frau to speak. York heard the councilman speak something or other in Italian before handing Vincenza the short club, and leaving the room and slamming the door. "It's just you and me now Schön," York said, biting his lip to keep the pain of his broken fingers and head pain at bay. "Shall we save the world?"
"This whole thing started in Berlin about two years ago," Agent York shook the cuffs behind the chair. He was being kept by the Italian embassy hooked up to a lie detector, and the councilman yelled a question at the agent as a small bat struck the side of his head. Blood dripped from his temple and his black eyes color got darker, and York looked up slowly. "Ramsley York, secret service clearance level A... Nation of Germany." The answer must not have please the councilman because the bat pressed against the agents temple again pushing him to the ground. "Let me explain, you Unwissenheit Schwein!!!!" The sideways chair was crushing his left arm and his head was pounding, his ear rang but none of that mattered. Not with what was going on in his home, not with what was happening in Germany.
"Hoch Vater," York said before translating, "the high father... of a new order of agents." The Italian councilman lifted the chair upright and asked a new question before jamming the small bat into Agent York's rib cage. "Their is a new order of men taking over the German Embassy." Yorks head hung low and blood dripped from his head to his pant legs. "An anti-holocaust group is hunting and killing anyone who may have been an ancestor of the Nazi soldiers or anyone in the party..." The Bat was swung again but there was a knock on the other side of the one way glass and the bat halted in mid-air. York coughed before speaking, "They will wipe out half of my country and take over Europe, they have already infiltrated my agency.... it is only a matter of time councilman."
York had gone to the Italian government with this information three weeks ago after having been on the run from his own fellow agents for the last six months. But the WöX, order of killers and mad men have taken over York's precious land, his one and only Zuhause. They took Germany away from him and if this beating was the price of getting help from the Italian government then this was worth it. "I know that you are not in charge councilman... who is pulling your strings klein, wenig, Marionette?" This councilman was just that, a small little puppet. But as the door opened York lifted his head and smiled, the councilman greeted her sternly. and all York could hear was the womans name echoing through the depths of his mind.
"Vincenza, what a schön frau you are," he knew what was coming as soon as he said those words, The bat uppercutted him and he fell backwards on to his hands which were trapped under the chair now. He could feel at least two of them break upon impact, "I'd greet you with a kiss schön, but I seem to be a bit besetzt." Laying his head back he waiting for the frau to speak. York heard the councilman speak something or other in Italian before handing Vincenza the short club, and leaving the room and slamming the door. "It's just you and me now Schön," York said, biting his lip to keep the pain of his broken fingers and head pain at bay. "Shall we save the world?"
"Vincenza," she lifted the small, now dirtied club, "Agent York I would presume a man of your statura wouldn't seem so mystified about my identity. Or perhaps you know me by another name?" Her boots clicked as she paced the length of the small room. Everything about her was designed to have a sharpness to it, fine Italian black boots, an exquisite suit typically intended for a male but tailored to comfortably cling to her body,a French Flintlock Pistol hanging from her belt,her long black hair fashioned into a bun, and her deep red lipstick that made her blue eyes illuminate. She continued to study the bloodied German agent, collecting every detail. Walking closer to him she pressed the bat against his swollen temple and glared intensely at York. "Save the world", she muttered, then pressing the intercom button she said just one word "librarsi." The door opened and she uncuffed York.
The Agent was then led into a different room where files were spread across the table and a large computer screen filled pictures of men and women. "Agent York it's your lucky day, you just recruited the Italian government's help and the help of the infamous Slick Vinny. Take a look at that screen, that man at the top is who we believe to be the head of The WoX. Oh don't be so surprised, she said tossing a file to York, trust is easily misplaced."
The Agent was then led into a different room where files were spread across the table and a large computer screen filled pictures of men and women. "Agent York it's your lucky day, you just recruited the Italian government's help and the help of the infamous Slick Vinny. Take a look at that screen, that man at the top is who we believe to be the head of The WoX. Oh don't be so surprised, she said tossing a file to York, trust is easily misplaced."
"A very old weapon for a dame," York said sitting down in the new room. He took a cloth off the table and pressed it against his head with his good hand, "does Italia have no better waffe?" He laughed, he knew they had better weapons but didn't care to admit the fact that a classy agent such as Vincenza would have no less style of fire arm then this. "Do we have any snacks and coffee before we begin," he smiled at the councilman and scoffed at his now apparent promotion from prisoner to guest of Italy. The man prepared his coffee nodded to the pictures, "That man is Drachen Havre, indeed the leader of, five creams, no sugar!" He turned his attention back to the photo, "Drachen is the Hoch Vater of WöX."
The councilman placed the coffee on the table and returned to his spot by the door, "do you have any sort of plan?" York took a sip of coffee with his right hand, nursing his left in his lap. He hoped to see a doctor after this meeting was finished, but the fate of Germany was at stake and was much more important the a few broken fingers. "I have had a few plans but there isn't much of anyone I can trust anymore in my zuhause any longer." His plans all had to do with killing the Hoch Vater and the WöX private militia which included a half dozen highly trained gunmen. "We are going to need transport and weapons, Vin," his approach switched from cocky to direct, "if Drachen is as hell bent as he was six months ago the German government is about be have a mass assassination."
Meanwhile in Germany
As York sat in that business room with Vinny and the Italian councilman soldiers surrounded the German Capital building and waited for orders. A small red flashing light on their helmets turned green and windows began to break. The soldiers rushed the officials surrounding them within a few moments, what is the meaning of this? The president stood up and looked around, some of the men surrounding him had been in his own army, they had been personally given metals of honor by him. Why would they do this to their own president. "You are weak Präsident," Dressed in a forest green suit with a lighter green tie Drachen Havre entered the chamber. Dark accents on his suit made his outfit stunning, but no one complemented his attire as he pulled out a German made Uzi, "Freilos alt Freund.........."
The councilman placed the coffee on the table and returned to his spot by the door, "do you have any sort of plan?" York took a sip of coffee with his right hand, nursing his left in his lap. He hoped to see a doctor after this meeting was finished, but the fate of Germany was at stake and was much more important the a few broken fingers. "I have had a few plans but there isn't much of anyone I can trust anymore in my zuhause any longer." His plans all had to do with killing the Hoch Vater and the WöX private militia which included a half dozen highly trained gunmen. "We are going to need transport and weapons, Vin," his approach switched from cocky to direct, "if Drachen is as hell bent as he was six months ago the German government is about be have a mass assassination."
Meanwhile in Germany
As York sat in that business room with Vinny and the Italian councilman soldiers surrounded the German Capital building and waited for orders. A small red flashing light on their helmets turned green and windows began to break. The soldiers rushed the officials surrounding them within a few moments, what is the meaning of this? The president stood up and looked around, some of the men surrounding him had been in his own army, they had been personally given metals of honor by him. Why would they do this to their own president. "You are weak Präsident," Dressed in a forest green suit with a lighter green tie Drachen Havre entered the chamber. Dark accents on his suit made his outfit stunning, but no one complemented his attire as he pulled out a German made Uzi, "Freilos alt Freund.........."
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Drachen Havre attacked the German Capital...
Vinny and York are in Italy.
Vinny and York are in Italy.
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