No Resistance. ( Open )

[Derik Von Ricther]

Paris France. The Gheetos.

Time: 9 Pm

Weather: Night, heavy rain pour.

An Horchsdkfz15 rode through the dark night. The tires moving through the water, splashing it onto the sidewalks. Heavy rain poured down ontop of his Officer's cap, it proudly displaying the feared Death Head for all to see. Almost as an warning, that he was part of the SS and not to be toyed with. Water dripped onto his face, running down his face as if he was crying but no, he was smiling. Smiling because of the great victory Germany was about to recive.

Derik Von Ricther turned an sharp corner. Splashing an mixture of mud and water onto an unsuspecting homeless man. As he drove away he could of sworn he heard an curse being shouted at him. He took an glance at his watch as he slowed down. 9:10, he had time.

He put his car in reverse, the car speeding backwards. His foot rammed the brake as he got to the side to the homless man. Derik head turned towards him, the silverly Death Head shining in the mood light. " Sir, I believe you called me something. " Derik called. The homeless man eye widened with fear as he saw the Silver Skull mounted on his cap. " I would shoot you where you sit. " The homless man spoke, nervously, almost stumbing over the words. " Sir.....please...dont? " Derik grinned evily, it was fun to use his power as Waffen SS sometimes. " If i had the time " He said simply as he sped away.

He had to keep fear in the general populace, to keep them from becoming to rowdy. That reminded him of the reason he was driving in the first place. One of the SD, an Untersturmführer like himself, was ordered to root out an meeting of an the French Resistance. It was said there were to be high ranking French Resistance members And an large cache of captured German weapons, including a few prototype STG 44s and high command was afraid was happen if the Frenchies gave them to the allies.

Derik's mind wondered back to what it took to get the information of the meeting......... ( two months eariler ) An man walked towards him. " Hauptmann? Where is the money? " Derik spoke to the French Resistance traitor. " The location please. " The traitor spoke an bit angerily at the Untersturmfuhrer. " Where is the ten thosuand Reichmarks? " "you seem to forget who your dealing with." Von Ricther said,tapping his Death Head. " Fine." The traitor saying grudgely, " But you better not be screwing me, Hauptmann " He said as he handed Derik the location and details of the meeting. " Untersturmfuhrer " The SS man corrected him. " I dont give a fuck, where is my ten thosuand Reichmarks? ". Derik looked down at the documents. " Very nice. Unfortuantely for you i dont deal with traitors " The traitor looked down to find an Luger in his gut. " Fuck. " " By order of the Gestapo high command, you will be sentenced to exeuction. " He couldnt believe the man thought he was going to let him go. All the pieces were falling into place.

( Present ) Derik vechicle stopped outside of the location of the meeting. He opened the door, and he stepped in a bit of muds as he pushed himself out of the car. "Damned mud" He mumbled. He was supposed to be meeting an SD man. He looked towards the house. Tonight there would be no resistance.

[Franz Albrecht]

The sound of Beethoven, Symphony 7, Allegretto filled the lavish central Paris hotel room. In the background the rap, tap,the ratta-tat-tat on the glass windows overlooking the street could be heard. The newly promoted Sicherheitsdienst Untersturmfuhrer Franz Albrecht stood in a large glass mirror admiring his new officers uniform. Grey in colour, it was finished with custom stitching and alterations paid for to suit officers of the third Reich.

For four years Franz had served as the highest ranking NCO position one can achieve with the out most loyalty. Finally it had all paid off with this promotion. From Totenkopf to the SD, Albrecht had never been an enthusiastic Nazi. He was the type to do what was required, the standards were met, bottom line. Now he felt as if he owed them some form of gratitude, the spoils of war had become evident the day he set foot in Paris as an officer. The grand hotel, the way people addressed him when in public, if not with respect then it was fear. The war was a distant thing that always remained a common topic, discussion of it was known to bring out the worst in people.

As Franz combed his hair back with his right hand,the left followed, smoothing it down. Albrecht turned placing the comb on a nearby stand, with his free arm he lifted a long black leather greatcoat from the sofa located behind him. Slowly the Untersturmfuhrer slipped into the coat, his expression in the mirrors reflection was stern, blank, tonight would be dangerous like always. He would have to be alert, on point, at the top of his game. These operations could always go South once the targets realized who was paying them a visit. Many knew that if you were arrested, 50/50 chance you may not get released.

Albrecht's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the telephone buzzing in the next room. Franz strode to the receiver, glanced at his watch while lifting it then spoke, "Albrecht", he said with a sigh. The voice on the other end came firmly across, "Untersturmfuhrer, your car is out front.", Albrecht replied, "Thank you, be right down.", Franz placed the receiver down in it's holder then quickly rushed toward the record player lifting the needle from the album carefully moving it aside.

After a quick inspection of his pockets contents the Untersturmfuhrer exited the suite, lifting his hat from a hook by the door. After descending the stairs Franz made his way across the lobby, the sound of his jackboots on the marble floor echoed through the air. At the door Albrecht was greeted by a hotel doorman who quickly stepped aside with a nod, waiting on the street was a black 1937 Mercedes 300C with the engine running. The sky was covered in dark clouds, rain poured from the heavens. The sound of the storm would help to cover their movements during the operation.

Quickly Franz dashed for the back seat, he was met by the driver, "Sir, we must hurry. The drive will take ten minutes to arrive.", Albrecht slid inside the open door pulling it closed behind him. The SS Hauptscharfuhrer gave it a final push then moved around the left side of the vehicle climbing in the drivers door. So many times Franz had taken that exact route driving for officers. Now things had changed, it would be different from now on.

After roughly ten minutes of speeding through the dark streets the driver slowed the vehicle down, he spoke in a low voice, "Ahead, our guys sir.", Albrecht patted him on the shoulder, "Good, good. Pull on up.".