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We show you a new story, this time set in Fort Germania.<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Jacob, wake up. Aar\u00f3n wants to see you. <\/p>\n\n

Jacob turned around grudgingly in his bunk and opened one of his eyes. In the doorstep he could see the silhouette of a man who could only be Max, a black wardrobe of a man ripe with muscles and bad temper, with his characteristic olive green tee, a camo trouser, solid-looking military boots and the gas mask he always had hanging around his neck. As he was in constant risk of suffocating taking a dump, or something. To repeat his order, Max made a furious gesture with his thumb pointing out of the shack made of timber and metal sheets. <\/p>\n\n

The tired man got up, dressed only with his underpants and a t-shirt that long time ago could have been white. He quickly put on his desert camo trousers and a light jacket with the same colors, on which left front pocket there was a weathered patch that read US MARINES, and in which upper right sleeve someone had just sewn a brand new black swastika surrounded by a white circle over a red background. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 What does the great man want now? \u2013 asked in a tone that clearly reflected he didn\u2019t give a fuck. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Watch your tongue, or you will lose it in a fucking sec. Do what you are told. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Jawohl<\/em> \u2013 muttered Jacob with disdain.<\/p>\n\n

With a last look to the glass piece hanging on the wall, which acted as a mirror of sorts on those areas where the black paint hadn\u2019t fallen down, he groomed his fringe to the left side of his head until it looked barely presentable and went out. Max stepped aside in the last second, in a calculated movement to make both men bump into each other and trying to provoke a response that didn\u2019t materialize. Covering his eyes from the heavy morning sun, Jacob followed the black man through the courtyard. <\/p>\n\n

Activity at that hour of the day was quite intense, and the first thing Jacob thought was that it was surprising they had left him lazing around until so late. Those folks from Festung Germania didn\u2019t quite pulled their punches, and were a sober, disciplined and responsible lot, so if they had put themselves to work so early it was weird that anyone could cop out of it. There were a couple of human chains moving crates, while others cleaned their weapons and gear, and a small bunch of people oversaw the whole operation and organized the work groups. It seemed that there was going to be a new raid. That cheered him up a bit. When he had joined those fanatics from the Fifth Reich he didn\u2019t know that they were so square-minded, of course, but he didn\u2019t really care because their main sport was his own favourite hobby: mutant hunting. That was something worth dragging him out of bed, worth the dril, worth the guard duties, worth the yelling and the discipline. Fuck, it was even worth getting along with Max! Well, maybe that was a bit too far. But it was near. <\/p>\n\n

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After crossing the open space of the sand courtyard, Jacob reached again the most welcome shadow provided by the raid shelters. He followed the wall to the other side of the buildings, until he reached a locked iron door in the middle of a concrete wall. The Puma\u2019s Lair, the group\u2019s headquarters and living quarters of Feldmarschal <\/em>Aar\u00f3n. He had seen the great man only once, but something told him he was about to do it again. Max opened the door with his ham-thick arms and told him to get inside. Jacob did so, with his companion right behind, and was grateful for the sudden darkness in which the corridor was left as soon as the heavy door closed again behind him. <\/p>\n\n

When his eyes got used to the dim light provided by the emergency bulbs spaced along the ceiling he felt the push of Max\u2019 claw on his back, and started walking again shooking his head and pondering how he would take revenge for that treatment. After a couple of turns they reached a wooden door with a golden swastika hanging over it, in front of which a tall, blonde man with clear blue eyes was standing guard stiff as a post with full military uniform and an automatic shotgun firmly gripped in his hands. Jacob didn\u2019t know his name and didn\u2019t really care about it. When they got closer, the guard opened the door without lowering his eyes and stepped aside. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Inside \u2013 Max grunted.<\/p>\n\n

They crossed the door and the guard closed it behind them. Aar\u00f3n Schwartzman\u2019s quarters were a mixture of office, armory, bedroom and meeting room. There was no inch left unoccupied in the whole room, which was filled with chairs, a table full of maps of the region, a simple bunk, ammo boxes, weapon racks, piles of books about History or military tactics, clothes, halogen floodlights, and even a bust of a man that Jacob could not identify. Behind a plain desk there was Aar\u00f3n, focused in the reading of some bunch of papers. By his side was Mercedes, one of his most trusted lieutenants, petite, dark-haired, seasoned, fast as a snake and a full-time motherfucker. The woman raised her head to watch him entering the room, and her face did not promise anything good. Jacob swallowed hard. After some perfectly calculated silent seconds, Aar\u00f3n raised his head too. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 You slept well, Jacob? \u2013 said the man, almost kindly. <\/p>\n\n

An alarm set off in the soldier\u2019s head.<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 I hope the full emergency alarms have not waked you up\u2026 \u2013 he continued.<\/p>\n\n

What? When had the fucking alarms been sounding? Fuck, he must have been really groggy if he couldn\u2019t remember hearing them! He was going to receive a good ear-bashing, and from the big man in person. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Slept like a baby, herr Feldmarschal <\/em>\u2013 nailed Max from the door -.<\/p>\n\n

Yeah, right, bring it on, just what he needed! The black bastard was going to enjoy the full shituation he was getting into. He didn\u2019t turn around to look at him, but he could have bet anything to that prick being smiling from ear to ear. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Gut, gut <\/em>\u2013 said Aar\u00f3n getting up while he took his thin round glasses off and put them on the table. \u2013 Then he will be fully rested and ready to go on a new mission with Frau<\/em> Mercedes, to clean a settlement of mutard untermen<\/em> just discovered by our patrols. <\/p>\n\n

Great! He liked that conversation a bit more. He even let himself to show a subtle smile. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 How many bullets do you want to carry this time, son? \u2013 said Aar\u00f3n. <\/p>\n\n

The question took him by absolute surprise. Was the big man really asking him how many ammo did he wanted to take? Was he being promoted, or what? Was it possible that they respected him enough to ascend him a step above the rest of the gangers? <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Ten? Fifteen, maybe? A full clip? \u2013 continued his leader, while he walked from behind the desk and approached him. <\/p>\n\n

That would be wonderful, it sure would. He wanted to nod anxiously and thank his leader for that awesome sign of trust, but the darkening face of Mercedes was beginning to make him really nervous and, deep inside him, he knew that something was completely wrong. Mercedes had been his field commander during their last mission, when he had\u2026 oh, shit. Everything blew away. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Would you like to waste a full magazine, private Jacob??!! \u2013 the Feldmarschal<\/em> layed into him, standing right in front of his face and closing so much that he could felt small drops of saliva hitting his cheek -. So you can fire at will all the time?! <\/p>\n\n

That was not fair! He was no trigger-happy! The rifle was poorly aligned, the aim was wrong, the barrel dirty and the ammo was defective! And that god-damned toad-mutant jumped so wildly that it was impossible to hit him! He got serious and hold straight, but he didn\u2019t dare to say a word. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 How many bullets did pr\u00edvate Jacob used in his last mission, Frau<\/em> Mercedes?! \u2013 asked without turning his eyes from Jacob. <\/p>\n\n

Seven, sir.<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 With which results?!<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 No casualties, sir.<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 An astounding performance, private Jacob!!! \u2013.The Feldmarschal<\/em>\u2018s face was getting red by the second, while the pounded soldier\u2019s was getting white at the same speed -. Let\u2019s not allow to be said that the Fifth Reich is sparing resources in mutant hunting!! Why should we follow the instructions, why should we follow the orders about firing short, precise bursts, choose the targets and pick the easy ones!! Nonsense!! Bullshit!! Off with the safe and let\u2019s empty the mag!! Let\u2019s show our enemies that we are really stuck up, and they won\u2019t even raise their heads under our firepower!! <\/p>\n\n

Aar\u00f3n moved near to a wall and opened an ammo box put over an unstable pile of books, crates and clothes. With an angry flick he grabbed a handful of bullets, turned around and threw them hard against the soldier\u2019s head. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Here you are, private!! All you want!! They\u2019re free!! \u2013 his face was now wine red and his chin was shaking. Jacob stood attention quite well, even though the ammunition thrown with such bad blood had quite hurt him and one of the bullets had been dangerously close to his left eye. <\/p>\n\n

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The physical aggression seemed to calm down the leader of the Fifth Reich, who went back to his desk and sat down behind it while breathing heavily. He looked at Jacob, shook his head and then, crossing his arms in front of his chest, turned a bit to face Mercedes. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Do you think this soldier is still viable, Frau<\/em> Mercedes?<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 It\u2019s possible, sir.<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Are you willing to take him again with you in this mission?<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 His last chance, sir. Motivation is not the problem, that\u2019s for sure. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Gut<\/em>. I trust your judgment. But\u2026 no firearms, obviously -. That was a heavy blow for Jacob. He loved his rifle, and going in a mission without it was the worst thing possible -. Even more! I think private Jacob must earn his rank again in this group. For this mission he will be equipped and treated like one of the new recruits, a club and nothing more. No special equipment, no armour, no gas mask. Back to square one. <\/p>\n\n

Was that a smile what he could see in Mercedes\u2019 face? Sneaky son of a\u2026 Jacob\u2019s world was falling apart by the second. <\/p>\n\n

\u2013 Understood, sir.<\/p>\n\n

\u2013 And keep an eye on him. Don\u2019t let him cop out of his duties, make him work like anyone else. If he stands to the task and comes back, we\u2019ll see how his \u201csituation\u201d evolves. <\/p>\n\n

The Feldmarschal<\/em> voice was calmed again, although he had just signed his almost sure death sentence. He had already survived his training period as a scumbag! It wasn\u2019t easy, but he had gone through the lack of equipment on all those lethal missions, and now he was again treated as a rookie! His head started to spin around. <\/p>\n\n

The last thing he was aware of, was Max\u2019 huge hand closing on his shoulder and dragging him out of the room.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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