Of Wolves and Mice (Albert)

[Rudolf Steiner]

Wolf like features, the revered officer Unterstrummfuhrer Rudolf Steiner sat proudly in his Waffen-SS uniform with the Totnkopf insignia neatly pinned to his hat. A cold beer stood on his table, seated on his table were Sgt. Dietrich Walter, Cpl. Siegfried Kaiser, privates Reinhold Wagner, Fester Weiß, Phillip Lehmann Ludwig Klein, Otto Köhler and Bastian Schwarz each with their beer in front of them. 3rd SS Division Totenkopf, were by far one of the most infamous and brutal divisions serving under the Third Reich, a feat they are most proud of. The perfect example of the cunning and sadism of the Totenkopf was mirrored in Rudolf, their commanding officer. A true monster, yet he was highly charismatic and charming in a sickening manner. Rudolf was a demented, twisted individual who took great joy in the torture and misery of others, especially if they are inferior to him.

The squad were all joking and jeering, the platoon had been sent to Budapest to guard a German general who was visiting Budapest in order to continue the deadlock between the Third Reich and the Hungarian government. The details were unknown to Rudolf and his squad however they were assigned to escort the general wherever he went and to be at his service as he pleased. Rudolf pounced upon the opportunity as he was of Hungarian origin and spoke Hungarian fluently, that other than the fact that he was tailing a general all day long, which may later be to his advantage. However today was their day off, they had been relived of duty as the general had wanted to spend some time in solitude. Rudolf decided that he would treat his squad to a round of beers to raise their moral and as a reward for a successfully accomplished mission.

"Ehrlich gesagt, Herr wir nie gedacht, dass der Tag kommen würde, wenn Sie für unsere Biere zahlen würde." Rudolf raised his beer, a smirk etched on his face and the squad followed suit, and glasses clinked against one another. Currently there had been a great deal of German interference in Hungary after the Hungarian government had allied itself with the Third Reich. Rudolf leaned back with his chair as his eyes scanned the entire bar, automatically all the inhabitants of the bar had their eyes on the German infiltrators as the were laughing and joking out loud in German. However no one dared mess with them, especially due to the fact they are Waffen-SS made them almost untouchable, the only person who would ever dare defy them was the military police.

TRANSLATION:
Honestly, sir we never thought that the day would come when you would pay for our beers.

[Albert Hoch]

Down the streets of Budapest walked a young Austrian soldier, followed closely by a leashed and panting German shepherd. The Russians were drawing nearer, and Albert was a man on a mission. He had just come from the General's office where he had been given orders to find SS-Untersturmführer Rudolf Steiner. The man who had been guarding the General previously. He had been given the day off from his duties, and it would have stayed that way if it had not been for the Russians frighteningly fast advance. Now they were nearing the gates of Budapest, and Steiner was needed as the General's body guard. It was young Albert's task to find him. So far the task had not been an easy one, he had searched nearly every bar in town. Still, he had not been successful in his search. If it had been his choice, the search would have ended hours ago, but it wasn't, he had to find the officer. To Albert the worse part was the fact that Steiner was an SS officer.

Soon Albert's legs began to ache from his long walk, he could his dog was starting to be affected too. It was now mid after-noon and it was beginning to get cold and breezy. Bare trees dotted the city. Their falling leaves were brown and red Autumn colors. Finally finding what he thought had to have been the last bar in town, Albert stopped in front of the A Pajkos Póni. His stomach began to feel queazy. He hoped that all the beers the soldier was surely drinking would make him be in a good mood.

With a small creak the door opened, and Albert stepped in. Instantly all eyes turned to Albert and his dog. Swallowing silently he looked straight ahead at a group of German soldiers sitting around the bar. One he recognized immediately as the man he was after. "Rudolf Steiner!" Albert called out, sounding braver than he felt. "Sie und Ihre Soldaten werden sofort in den SS Büro benötigt." Albert looked straight ahead, showing no emotion on his pale face.

TRANSLATION:
Sie und Ihre Soldaten werden sofort in den SS Büro benötigt.
You and your soldiers are needed immediately in the SS office.

[Rudolf Steiner]

Rudolf the wolf man of 3rd Waffen-SS division leaned back with his chair as his icy cold sapphire eyes scanned his troops, a triumphant smile on his face. Mission accomplished, they had successfully escorted the general to his designated location and he was present during the meeting between the Hungarian PM and the general, in talks of military cooperation and military training by the Germans and that was where Stephan would have come in. However all good things must come to an end. Silence... Eerie silence, a German soldier walked into the bar which immediately alerted Rudolf as his gaze lazily reached the soldier. "Es ist SS-Untersturmführer soldat." His words were menacing and laced with poison as he spoke, interjecting him.

However the next sentence was what brought back life into the bar, as though all were silent to hear what he had to say, Rudolf pushed back the chair, loaded his rifle and his soldiers all followed suit. The soldiers and their officer quickly rushed out into the sun which blinded them for a second, until their eyes adjusted. Hungarian citizens looked in horror as the SS squad rushed through the streets a berserker look in his eyes. Rudolf rushed into the buildings and went up the stairs.

Outside the office two Heer soldiers saluted Rudolf as he walked up to the door, his chest heaving as he panted. Rudolf motioned for the soldiers to stand outside as he walked in solo. A look of great agitation etched upon the elderly general's face. As soon as he entered Rudolf gave the Nazi salute. "Herr ,was scheint, das Problem sein?"

TRANSLATION:

It's Unterstrummfuhere, soldier.

Sir, what seems to be the problem?