Talk:P.A.N.Z.E.R./@comment-26778822-20151025014747

The Tirpitz was towed back into the Drydock in which it was bombed. However, this time, the dock guards were tripled, and AA batteries were increased around the port. Such an attack could not happen again. The Tirpitz, after being hastily repaired, sails out, but due to haste, the ship's repairs are improper. The ship will be repaired correctly when it puts in at Greater Germany.

-Berlin-

Edgar Frentz, an officer of the Kriegsmarine, enters his flat. Despite the large sum of money he is paid, he prefers to still live in a flat, due to his neighbor, Anna Mae, being his lover.

Edgar walks to the door of Anna's flat and knocks on the door.

"The door is open"he hears Anna say.

He walks in. Then, his vision went red, and the last thing he remembered was hitting the floor.

---

Edgar woke up. He was in a dark room. He was lying on the floor, with his hands and feet bound, and gagged. He saw a figure loom in front of him, and he realized who it was.

William Rachel.

"You seem a bit dizzy, Edgar. You might not remember anything that happened to you to for the last few hours. Well, to sum it up, it involved sensory deprivation tanks and your inability to keep a secret. Well, thanks for slipping up. White Sword Corporation. Not the first time we have run into each other, I believe. You are a spy, that we know. A very terrible one at that."

Rachel inches closer to him, and removes his gag.

"What did they offer you? Money? A new life?"

Edgar muttered "A life away from you Neo-Nazi bastards. A better life."

Rachel placed his gag back. He then stood up with a jump.

"Ho ho, that's where you're wrong! We are not Nazis. We don't put Jews in gas chambers because "Oh, they're the reason our economy went to hell. Oh, they are impure." You see, our glorious empire...IS NOT NAZIS!"

Rachel goes briefly into a mad frenzy, and kicks Edgar in the stomach several times, before regaining his calm demeanor.

"Not Nazis...Not Nazis...Not Nazis...(A tear trickles from his eye).

He walks a few feet away from Edgar, and pulls out a gun from his trenchcoat.

"You're dead. No use to us. Well, from where you're kneeling, this probably lucks like a major run of bad luck, but let me tell you..."

Anna Mae stands alongside Rachel, smirking.

"...It was all rigged from the start."

He pulled the trigger.