During the late 1930s to the the mid 1940s, the world was faced with a conflict the likes of which had never been seen or fathomed by mankind before. The fate of billions of humans beings was dependant on the outcome, but fortunately the Nazi Regime...
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1232 Hours, February 14th
The Himmler, Neu Berlin, Amerika
He saw New York. At this distance, on a boat in the Hudson River, it was clear to Steve. Well, he ascertained from the brochures on the ferry that it had been renamed 'The Himmler' after the Nazis allegedly won the war. He had nothing to hold onto right now...other than the hope of seeing Janet. She was the only person that he was able to recognise in this twisted world; maybe she had an explanation for all this. That it wasn't real...that it was an illusion cast by the Cube.
Steve stared off the side of the ferry at the buildings of Neu Berlin. Here and there, amidst the cold, lifeless modern architecture, he saw familiar sights.
Suddenly, he was urgently tapped on the shoulder. He turned and saw Fleischer, dressed in civilian clothes. She was wearing a black knee-length skirt, a red turtleneck sweater, dark leggings, and a pair of glossy red high-heels. It was abundantly clear to Steve that she didn't find her footwear comfortable. Loosely clasping her head was a grey beanie, which fluttered in the wind alongside her raven hair. Fastened diagonally to the edge of her left eyebrow was a band-aid. Her skin was pale, and her face cold. She exuded an intimidating and stand-offish energy. "Come on." She said in German.
The pair followed the length of the ferry, weaving in and out of the plethora of tourists. Steve had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, stuffed with his and Fleischer's equipment. He had secured some civilian clothing for himself as well, consisting of a button-up tan shirt, grey slacks, and simple leather shoes. Fashion, to Steve, seemed like it hadn't moved forward at all since the war.
When they arrived on the other side of the boat, Steve's heart sunk even more. He saw Liberty Island...except a very key object was missing from it. The Statue of Liberty didn't grace the horizon with her presence; he had to assume that the Nazis destroyed it decades ago.
Careful to ensure that no one watched, Fleischer vaulted over the railing and dove into the water below. Steve followed closely, splashing into the river unnoticed. They made sure to make use of rebreathers that Fleischer had on her personage; with them, they had thirty minutes of oxygen under water. Steve slipped one into his mouth as his eyes sought out Fleischer and locked onto her.
The pair swam to the now barren Liberty Island. As they came ashore on the far side to avoid detection, Steve couldn't help but feel the sadness growing within him. He forced himself not to think about the world around him, but the pit of his stomach still warped and stretched within him.
He followed Fleischer into a tunnel dug inconspicuously in one of the old underground walkways in the island that seemed to stretch on for eternity. When they emerged in a dead end, still absolutely saturated from their swim, Fleischer eagerly stepped up to an unassuming metal wall. She knocked on it six times in a very specific rhythm, then said, "God loves, man kills," in English.
