Zulu: Skies On Fire

I woke up the next morning and flipped on the news whilst I ate my breakfast. There was live coverage of a synagogue bombing that had just happened. After last night, bells were certainly ringing. Grabbing my laptop, I sat down and googled the name "Blitzkrieg". All that came up were results for a Nazi battle tactic from the second world war. Opening up a Reddit window, I again searched the name. Several small sub-Reddits about Nazism and Neo-Nazis showed up. One by one, I sifted through them, finding almost no information. Finally, I stumbled upon a sub-Reddit with about ten posts. It was entitled "r/fourthcoming".

 

The ten posts were about a mysterious man, old and in his nineties from the blurry pictures who was somehow going to bestow a Fourth Reich upon the United States. The Reddit had a few thousand subscribers, most of them gung-ho Neo-Nazi's themselves. When evening came, I decided to head out early and check out the bomb site.

 

The synagogue that had been blown up was in New Town Gotham and flames from this morning still licked the sky. Across the rooftops were two men clad in grey jumpsuits. When I got closer I could also see they were carrying guns. Climbing onto the ledge of the roof, I observed the two men. One was wearing a beanie cap like a complete douche-bag and was packing a machine gun, a long tube and several items that looked to be explosives into a crate. The other man held an SMG and looked as if he were a guard. A steel helmet rested on the ledge. It seemed I had found my culprits.

 

Hoisting myself up onto the roof, I silently draw my pistol and press the cold steel to the back of the guard's neck. I clap my hand over his mouth and tell him not to breathe. The other man whirls around and stares at his comrade and I.

 

"Drop the guns, gentlemen." I say bluntly.

 

The man in the beanie rolls his eyes and chuckles.

 

"Harry, if you drop that gat, I swear I will fucking cap you myself-"

 

The man, 'Harry' gasps'

 

"Man, this bitch is serious business, ain't'cha heard?"

 

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about her. She's 'upposed t'be dead anyway. This probably just one of them protestors."

 

I click the hammer down.

 

"I'm here for information about a man calling himself 'Blitzkrieg'. You two Nazi rats the right rats to help me?" I hiss.

 

Harry begins to shake and drops his gun he bends to pick it up, I tighten my armlock on his neck and the other man whips out a pistol and guns the poor man down. He slumps in my arms and becomes dead weight. I throw his corpse to the ground.

 

"Hey! HEY! You fucking stay back, lady! Or.. or I'll-"

 

"What, shoot me? I've already come back from the dead, have I not? Besides, I could have you dead in several different ways without using my gun in the next seven seconds. Or maybe you'd like to live to 'heil' another day, Adolfski?"

 

I see the anger grow in his eyes. He raises the gun, but I bring my boot up and kick it out of his hand. I bring the boot back down on his hand, bringing him to the ground. My boot cracks his finger nails and he grimaces. He's tougher than the goon I talked to last night, for sure.

 

"Blitzkrieg." I say, bringing us back to the topic at hand.

 

"What about the Führer of the Americas?"

 

"That's his official title?"

 

"We have our organization concentrated in every country within North and South America. Even if you kill him... well you probably won't... our organization's morale shall not falter."

 

"...Lay off the Captain America comics for a bit, eh, kiddo? The only grown part about you is the dirty goatee on your chin. How old are you, eighteen, nineteen?"

 

"Shut up. I'm not afraid of you. Our organization will one day control the world! And when that happens you shall be the first to fall! I will personally see to that!"

 

"Calm down. Is it true your psycho-Nazi boss hides out in the Industrial District? Just a straight yes or no will do..."

 

"He. Is not. A psycho! He is a bona-fide Aryan! He served with the Führer of the Third Reich!"

 

"Just asking where I can find him...."

 

"Why?! So you can kill the greatest thing to happen to this side of the world?"

 

"Well 'duh'..."

 

"Fuck off! I will not tell and neither shall my comrades."

 

"Every chain has a weak link, bud."

 

"The Fourth Reich shall not!" He cries.

 

"Maybe, just maybe... if you tell me where I can find ol' Blitzy... I'll allow you to live."

 

"Really?" His eyes light up.

 

"Yes." I slowly nod my head.

 

"*Sigh* He hides out in an old warehouse in New Gotham. Heavily guarded by his personal corps of noble Reichmen. May I live?"

 

"Let a Nazi live? Nope. Sorry, not the kind of criminal I allow to pollute my city."

 

I squeeze the trigger and his Nazi head bleeds and creeps its crimson innards all over the roof. Next stop, Old Gotham.

Done