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Whatever Gets You Through The NightChapter 25 free porn video
“5th of May, V-Day’s just around the corner.
1945, the Fuhrer’s reign’s at its end.
Jenny at the gates as the SS open fire.
There’s no time to waste; the final battle’s begun.
After the downfall, a castle besieged.
Facing the Nazis, awaiting relief.
Gangl and Lee and their men set the prisoners free.”
-Sabaton, “The Last Battle“
Contessa Helena de San Finzione looked at a map of the warehouse that Detective Inspector Luc Allaine brought up on his tablet. He was now learning what his friend, Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez, had warned him about finding himself “overburdened with help.”
“There are four entrances.” Helen said aloud as the others gathered around it. “The front, garage, and side doors all open onto the main warehouse floor. The back entrance is at the end of the corridor that leads to the office with the cell. The cell door’s gone; I had it removed and melted down. Then he’s trapped with nowhere to run.”
“One man standing where this one is can cover sides one and two of the building.” Generalissimo Ramirez observed. “The second, here,” He pointed to a spot in the main room. “Can do the same. The third can cover side three because the only access to the warehouse floor from that direction is the corridor. Four is a poured concrete wall with no possible entrances; we’d have to use our own bombs to get in. The skylight hole in the roof seems an obvious gap in the defense, but anyone coming through it will be in the first two guns’ crossfire. Dietz will likely position himself here.” Ramirez indicated the room with the cell.
“He’s not as boxed in there as you’d think.” Mander observed. “Nowhere to fall back but the cell, true. But him and the guy watching the hall would have a SWAT team in an L-shaped ambush. Whoever comes down it won’t make it to the end. Then it’s his one last chance of shooting his way through the perimeter and getting someplace he can grab a hostage and maybe bargaining his way out of the country.”
“So, there’s no way he hasn’t already thought of it and decided to take it.” Luc mused. “Even if we knew for certain that he doesn’t have any more bombs, we can’t risk Dietz taking his cyanide.”
“That’s my department.” Helen answered. She looked in her purse for the cigarette case she’d put away. “Let me worry about that. Mander and I just need a way in.”
“Like when Whyte hit the suite.” Nigel Mander observed. “Break your way in and the first guys through the breaches are dead. Even if he’s bluffing about the bomb, the first ones in will be slaughtered.”
“And nobody who isn’t a Nazi is getting slaughtered.” Helen commented. “I decreed it, remember?” She turned her attention back to the map. “We’re still guessing about whether or not he’s lying about rigging the place. He’s not suicidal but we’ve definitely pushed him. Especially if he’s changed clothes for it. Who wants to put money on whether or not he’s just put on a Nazi costume?”
“Dietz had a dozen men to start with.” Mander observed. “Now he’s down to three. He’s been treating them as expendable, now he needs those last three between us and him.”
“Three who are probably as scared and jumpy as him.” Helen added. “If we could get onto that roof, I might be able to command them from there. If one of them doesn’t hear me, though, we’ll be exposed. If we could get them to use up their ammo, we could move in while they’re changing magazines.”
“There are too many variables in that plan.” Ramirez insisted. “Assuming all of them expend their magazines at once, you’d have three seconds to act; less if one of them is well-practiced enough. Even then, they might be deafened from the gunfire and not hear you.”
“They ain’t practiced.” Mander interjected. “We learned that back at the caverns. Granted, we had the drop on them, but it was pistols against submachineguns; they still should’ve gotten at least one of us before we got them. But how many of them could’ve trained on the MP-40 before now? How many could’ve even gotten hold of a real one before this? Where would they practice? Anywhere they could’ve gone in this country, someone would notice a bunch of guys firing automatic weapons.”
“Oui,” Luc added. “They had to canvass the area around Silverman’s apartment with the phony flyers and that ploy had to work the first time. Dietz had too much to lose by risking a second for target shooting. Scott couldn’t possibly have stockpiled enough .32 ammunition for that many men to familiarize themselves with the guns and have enough left over for the job AND Dietz’s current predicament.”
“All right.” Helen stated, stepping back from the others to light up. “Hernando, we’re going to skip the part where you tell me all about how it’s too dangerous and I have responsibilities and children now and can’t take these kinds of risks and go straight to my response.”
He signaled his understanding. She took the cigarette away from her lips and took a deep inhale of air before continuing.
“For those who weren’t there, why Mander’s ‘pro boner’ joke went over well enough with Maria and I for me to set him up for it a second time was because La Familia’s motto happens to be ‘Malum Pro Bono Mutuamur.’ One of the ways that can be translated, Vincenzo’s favorite; you all get a pass on saying it for now. HIS favorite way to interpret it was ‘We Harness Evil for Good.’ He lived by that. It was why he kept Santori around. It was why he kept the rest of La Familia on the business side. He knew they were going to steal; he did what Propappou told Troy to do; make them come to HIM for PERMISSION to steal!”
She took a deep drag. A warm breeze caught the smoke and carried it away.
“You’ve all figured out that I’m Juliessa Skankeko, right?” Everyone did. “Apart from having to learn screenwriting, why it took me so long to write the script was that I had to hold back. I want the world to see the Vincenzo I knew without gushing all over the page. Being pregnant with twins and having Maria in charge gave me time but I had to step back from it often. Played a lot of ‘Stardew Valley‘ on the Switch; watched a bunch of the classic 70s sitcoms both he and Propappou loved. Made me wonder if I could be the kind of parent Propappou was or if I’d become so overwhelmed that I’d...” She needed a drag before continuing. “I’d be the kind Vincenzo had a little gallows humor joke about admitting he’d been. He didn’t have my ability to cut through politics both international and familial to do what’s right for The People. And I never broke a vow to the man. Not our wedding vows, not the one to take care of Maria and the country...”
Helen needed another breath of air.
“And not the one he made me take after I offered to teach him The Thing; to never offer it to him again.”
The others gave her a moment while she mentally pimp-slapped her tear ducts into submission.
“Of course, I told him. It was a few nights after he proposed. I revealed why I had such a ‘way with people.’ I didn’t ask the others’ permission to teach him, but can any of you think of someone more deserving? Even in the short time he had left, how much MORE good he could have done with it? I TRY to harness it for good; he would’ve done it easily. He said that the absolute power he already possessed was sometimes too much for him and the last thing he needed was more of it. When I’m really feeling his loss, the thought that comes out of the darkest part of my head is that he might have had the motto in mind when he proposed: Absolute power recognizing absolute power and deciding to harness it for good. I knew what it is to bear The Ring. He didn’t want TWO One True Rings. That is the man that the world should know!”
Her cigarette burned out while she’d been speaking. There was a decent drag or two left, so she re-lit it.
“My husband had his moment to take revenge for the murder of his parents. He didn’t do it. And if he were alive now and learned that Schell still lived, he still wouldn’t do it. He’d do what he thought was right and let the courts decide Schell’s fate.”
She took one more drag, dripped the cigarette, and stomped it out.
“As I’m reminded multiple times a day, I am not Vincenzo. I’m going to decide his fate because I am Contessa and I claim that right! Therefore, I am going to find Werner Schell, I am going to bring him back to San Finzione, and I am going to deliver the sentence that Vincenzo was too good a person to, but I am most definitely not. For his parents, for San Finzione, and yes, for myself; I call for the death of this enemy of San Finzione. I don’t know what shape he’ll be in and don’t care if I’m going to have to get an iron lung shoved onto a cargo plane; nobody executes him but me. We have one lead to finding him; Tad Chase’s dad. Dietz doubles that number. So, I want him alive now, too. His goons won’t have been told enough to be any use to us. I call three Nazi thugs acceptable losses. The Avanti’s guns are ready to level the place, bombs and all, with nothing of value lost as soon as I give the order. I’m not going to, though.”
Helena opened her purse and took out her phone. She began dialing the film studio.
“The question of bombs and bluffing is a mental coin-flip and I keep coming up tails. We need to exhaust their ammo. You’re right, Luc. If Scott had enough bullets lying around to arm all of them AND hold out in there for any decent length of time, you’d have found some evidence; empty crates or you would’ve found something on his computer, Luc. They took a bunch to the caverns; they can’t have much left. Tell La Policia to stall. He thinks we’re going to storm in and kill him any second, so he’s bluffing for time. Ask what his demands are; that’s a curve ball he won’t see coming and will give ME time to get MY idea in motion.”
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