A black leather glove with dark grey sleeve following it reached through a hole where one of the window panes had once been. The glove unlatched the lock on the door and flung it open, the foce causing it to slam against the wall with a loud thud.
The polished black boots of three blond haired men flooded the room in unison. All three of which donned a MP 40 machine gun. It did not take long for one of the men to notice Friedrich standing only a few feet away.
"Halt! nicht bewegen! Put your hands over your head!" The uniformed intruder commanded, "Now!"
Friedrich followed his orders, slowly placing his hands behind his head as he surveyed the room. One of the men kept his gun pointed at Friedrich's chest as the other two approached on either side of him, beginning their pat down.
"If I would have known our Führer's men were coming, I would have swept the floors a little..." Friedrich said with a chuckle. The three men glanced at each other and laughed a little.
Catching the men off guard, Friedrich quickly siezed one by his collar, headbutted him, and shoved him into the man pointing the gun at his figure. The two of them toppled to the floor in a heap. He turned his attention to the man on his right, kicking out his knee, and a swift punch across the jaw sent him crumbling to the floor.
A sharp pain engulfed the corner of his right eye. The man who had been pointing his gun at Friedrich had gotten off the floor, struck him, and now had his hands wrapped around Friedrich's neck.
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Assassin's Creed: Blitzkrieg
FanfictionThe Templars have yet again rose to power, this time under the guise of a new world order: the Nazi Regime. Friedrich Hans Vogel, a young man haunted by his past, now struggles to find his way through a life that has been shattered by the outbreak o...