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In Quantnico, Sam Six waits outside the complex to speak to Abaddon1215.

Meanwhile: The Nazi Blues. Nazi fervor turned to self-doubt.

John Thomas was a Briton by heritage, but a turncoat, becoming a Nazi after suffering a chemical imbalance in his brain due to "withholding his snuff."

He laughed and played with the other Nazis, while none were the wiser that there was a blood clot forming deep within his brain. One burst of blood, and he would fall dead!

But he played fooseball with his Nazi compatriots, while being none the wiser.

They were on the delta opposite the city and the park construction site, on a bit of pearl-white sand, pristine, with smalls bits of sea shells intermixed.

Came the Boywatch ATV, a'roaring. With his fancified rifle stolen elsewhere, Bloodsteve Boll laid down a suppressing fire at first, to stop them in their tracks, and once they stopped, he got most of them in a tracking spray, going from one side to the other.

The gun went click-click. Empty. No es mi cochina. Tengo un gran pistola.

A whooshing sound then came from the underside of the ATV. The stunned Nazi's looked down, surprised to find a mowing deck under the ATV.

Bloodsteve Boll launched himself and the yellow Boywatch ATV at the Nazi fooseball team, and that was all she wrote. The ATV got a wheelstand, raising the deck to thigh height, and he cut them all to pieces.

After, he did a few laps over the gunshot victims, as well, cutting them to pieces. Then he cleaned the blood and gore from his ride, and left.

The carnage was perfect, and the remaining Nazis were all yelling about having no chance at the world fooseball championship, and that a golem had come out of the hills.

That it was revenge. A long time coming.

In the hills, Bloodsteve Boll smiled, and he wondered if the ghost of the several-times-dead Hinzman would be ready to film when he needed him.

The movie was going to be big. Bigger than anything with superheroes in it.

Back outside Quantnico:

"If it ain't Baduan the Jackal!" said Sam Six, merrily, seeing the man himself get pushed outside by the federales.

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"Exit to tell the story."
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ON THE PLANE:

Sam sat an aisle behind Abaddon1215, so he could keep an eye on him. For purposes of safekeeping.

They were on their way to the only zombie-free zone in the world. Sorto Island.

A stewardess made her way down the row with a tray in her hand. "I'm Hannah Palmer" she told Abaddon1215.

"You look like a model" said Abaddon1215.

"I've done magazine work and some online stuff" she said. "Just being a clothing horse. Want a Coke?"

"I'd love a Coke" said Abaddon1215. "At this height, will it cause internal bleeding if the Coke makes me burp?"

"You know" she said, bemusedly, "I think you'll be safe."

"But what a way to go" said Abaddon1215, taking the drink from her hand.

"Do you have Boone's Farm?" shouted Sam, from behind. "Line me up two bottles. The liter ones."

"So uncouth" Abaddon1215 said under his breath. The stewardess retained her composure, nodding and smiling, then went away to get Sam his beverage.

"You ain't got the chops to fight zombies, boy" said Sam. "Good thang they ain't no zombies where we're going. Naw. This time you get to fight the Nazis."

"Holy crap" said Abaddon1215, almost choking on his soft drink.

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Der Anschluss.

In the mornings, I walked to the meadow on the North Hill and picked flowers. Things were good.

Except for the fearmonger Doctor Bloodsteve. He only came forward to kill off a few of us at the time, and only at times of his own choosing. The sound of a distant lawnmower engine made us all uneasy.

Otherwise, things were coming along. We were building several fountains around the island, of the type that spewed blood all day and night.

We had the previous prime movers on the island locked away in a cave. They were all but forgotten, all but a distant unpleasant memory.

We were getting a signal from New Penemunde, which sat just above the surface of the moon. This is how we kept tabs on the earth. We had some advanced stuff. We had a whole class of scientists up there working away on inventions. What we were seeing from the world now was an apathy, that the earth frankly had bigger fish to fry than stop a Nazi invasion.

But make no mistake: we were establishing a beach-head on the planet. Doctor Bloodsteve would get his eventually. He could not hide forever like Kevin McCarthy taking to the hills. "You gotta tell 'em. They're already here!" Indeed. We were already here and having the (how do you say?) Taco Bell.

We found three black guys and one non-practicing Jew amidst the construction workers. We formed a sort of "hog pen" concentration camp. Under careful watch 24 hours a day. Millet and water. You know the deal. Just enough to keep them alive.

We were already gearing up for our next phase of the invasion: the state forest near Middenorf.

Everything was progressing nicely.

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Sam Six, with a little chickwine in him, opened the door of the plane and chucked out the frightened Abaddon1215.

That nutmuffin's heart probably did not beat a single time in freefall, with him probably thinking the whole time "the ground is really big!". Its not the speed that kills, but the sudden stop, little shaver.

Abaddon1215 hit the ground on the North Hill. The wind pulled his parachute away down the hill. He noticed a pain, and blood oozing from his shoe. A toe nail had been torn away in the landing.

After he stopped rolling along and caught his breath, he looked around and said "let's take it down to the earf." He was still on a bit of elevation, not having gone all the way downhill, so he could see Dealey Plaza in the distance, and before that, what looked like a hog pen with people in it.

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Good afternoon, gentleman. All your William Faulkner are belong to us. Make your time.
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