Ava was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of her mother screaming.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, not this shit again,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes and getting out of bed. She threw a pair of pants on, opened her door, and immediately saw a muscular, bald man, with a massive swastika tattooed on his forehead, who looked her in the eyes. His own eyes started to glow red. “Oh, fuck me!” she yelled, diving away from the doorway as the bulky Nazi shot a laser out of each eye, burning through the floor and walls and singeing her hair, as it missed her and went wild. He dragged Lydia through the open front door and slammed it; Ava tailed him outside, trying to stay behind cover, and saw him throw her mother, her mouth duct-taped, in the trunk of a Volkswagen Passat before getting in the driver’s seat.
VW, Ava thought to herself. Fuckin’ figures.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the building, Sam was being led out at gunpoint, his hands up, by another Nazi; his captor wrapped duct tape around his mouth, as well, and threw him in the same trunk, before slamming it shut and getting in the front passenger’s seat.
Ava stood up as they turned over the ignition and turned to go down the stairs, only to see a tall, pale, middle-aged man in a business suit.
“I presume you are Ava Hidalgo?” the man asked. Ava raised her eyebrow, and gestured over her shoulder at the car about to speed off.
“You with them or you here to help? I’m kinda busy,” she said, going down the stairs.
“I must apologize,” he said. “I am with them, as a matter of fact. I represent their employer, who will compensate you for the damage to your home. My employer wishes to meet you, to discuss a… business opportunity. Your mother and… degenerate partner are necessary leverage in this negotiation.”
Ava stopped for a second and started to come back up. There was absolutely no way in fucking Hell she was going to work with Nazis, especially ones who kidnapped her loved ones… but she also had no clue where these particular Nazis were going, and she assumed that the suit-clad, blonde-haired man did. She walked up to him, as close as she could get, and then, in an instant, hit him directly in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him with a horrible wheeze. She bent down, charged forwards, and drove her shoulder directly into his gut, knocking him to the ground, then flipped him over onto his stomach, drove her knee into the small of his back, grabbed his arm, and snapped it at the elbow with a crunch.
“I don’t work with Nazis,” she snarled. She rifled through his pockets as he writhed in pain, trying to find a phone, and eventually found one. “Tell me the pass code, or I break the other one.”
“Fourteen eighty-eight,” the man said. Ava rolled her eyes.
“Fucking of course it is,” she muttered, and then snapped the other arm.
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Ava stepped on the gas pedal as hard as she could, trying to close the distance between her and the Volkswagen Passat. Her Sprinter Trueno was fast, and it could take corners faster, but traffic consistently kept her from taking advantage of that, and kept a distance of multiple cars between the two.
She felt banging on the liftback trunk, as the business-suit-clad Nazi attempted to kick his way out.
“Sorry, fucker, you’re necessary leverage!” she yelled back, not really expecting him to hear, and chuckled to herself. The Passat eventually passed out of view; fortunately for Ava, the Nazi’s phone had a destination tagged as “Work” that seemed to be in the correct direction, and after a few minutes of navigating that led her onto a country road, she ended up behind the Passat again.
She stayed three car lengths away and dimmed her headlights, to keep from being noticed; eventually, well past the Montgomery County line, they took a turn into what seemed to be a rough woods road. She followed, and what she saw shocked her.
Past the woods, hidden from sight by the treeline, there was an honest-to-God palace built in the style of a Germanic castle. The gravel country road turned back to regular asphalt as Ava approached, and the Passat approached a guard checkpoint.
“Guess I’m ditching the car for now, and the idiot, period,” she muttered, pulling off into the grass and shutting off the ignition. She heard the man in the trunk begin screaming for help, having presumably picked up that he was at his workplace, and decided she was going to deal with this before it became an issue; she pulled the back seat down, exposing him to the rest of the car as his arms hung limply in unnatural positions.“Hello, Nazi,” she said, grabbing his head with both hands and twisting until she heard a crunch. “Goodbye, Nazi. Deal with you the rest of the way in a sec.”
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She opened the door as quietly as she could and threw herself to the ground. There were lights around the perimeter of the building, but the further away you went, the darker it was, and Ava was well into the dark; she crawled through the grass, drawing on all the knowledge that Metal Gear had taught her, and managed to get to the other side of the road without incident.
She got up into a crouch and started to run around the perimeter, trying to get to a point where she could approach the checkpoint without being spotted. It consisted of two guard posts, on each side of the road, each with a man in what appeared to be an imitation SS uniform manning it, and a barrier that the one on the left side could lift or lower at will; Ava needed to reach a spot where, looking from the sky facing the castle, the path to the left hand post would be a straight horizontal line, and the right hand post would have an obstructed view. Eventually, she did, and turned right at a ninety-degree angle, breaking into a crouched run as she entered the spotlight, her arms extended. She planted her feet down, and pushed herself off the ground, diving through the open window of the post and delivering a flying headbutt straight to the small of the guard’s back. As she hit the ground, she grabbed his leg, snapping his ankle, and went for the antique Luger pistol that was at his side.
“Jesus Henry Christ, y’all are committing to this goddamn bit,” she muttered, checking the magazine as the man screamed. She saw the Passat pull into an underground tunnel, seemingly a service entrance, speeding up as soon as the guard screamed; she stood up, holding the gun awkwardly, and fired off two shots into the other guard post, her arm jerking with each one. For all her prowess in a fistfight, guns were not Ava’s forte; luckily, however, one of her bullets caught the other guard in the neck, sending him to the ground gurgling and spurting out arterial spray. She lifted the barrier, and ran back to the Toyota, opening the trunk; she grabbed the dead Nazi by the legs, and yanked him out, throwing him by his ankles further into the woods in the hopes that wild animals would eat him.
Then, she got back into the car, cranked the engine, and went as fast as she could into the tunnel; she wasn’t able to see the Passat, but the tunnel never branched, and eventually it led to a open parking lot where the vehicle sat, empty, along with hundreds of other nondescript Volkswagen Passats.
There was only one door, an ancient-looking wooden door, and Ava opted to take it. On the other side, she was in a dark hallway, with stone walls and polished tiles on the floor. She made her way through, fumbling to try and find some sort of light, and then rolled her eyes and just turned on her phone flashlight to figure out her way around. Eventually, at the end of the hallway, there was an elevator door, of all things.
“Huh,” she muttered, calling an elevator car to go up.
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The elevator smelled of edelweiss flowers, and a chintzy elevator-jazz rendition of the Horst-Wessel-Lied played inside it. There was a list of the floors it could access, in both English and German, and none of them said anything about a jail or a prisoner quarters. She first opted for the B1 floor, the servant quarters, only to find that the elevator opened up to a cramped room where the only other exit required a key card. The ground floor, up above, was her next call; it opened up to an extremely large room, and to a fist that punched her in the face, sending everything black.
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When Ava woke up, she was in what appeared to be a throne room. Two guards in suits with Heckler and Koch assault rifles flanked the throne, and on it sat a pale-skinned, grey-haired man in what appeared to be Japanese officer’s dress, complete with the cap. Ava quickly noticed his white leather gloves, covered in occult runes on the back, as she sat up. Gears cranked in her brain for a moment, and then she started laughing.
The man on the throne raised his eyebrow.
“May I ask what has amused you so much, before we’ve even begun talking?” he asked, in an elegant, German-accented voice.
“God, I let my mom and boyfriend get kidnapped by a fucking weeb,” she said. “I must really be slipping.”
“Beg pardon?” he asked.
“You’re just doing a Yasunori Kato bit. Took me a second to clock it, but the gloves, the suit, the dumb hat, the whole vibe, you’re just Nazi Yasunori Kato,” she said, laughing further.
“I don’t follow you,” he said, raising his eyebrow.
“Whatever. Deny it all you want,” she said. “So, who are you, and what the hell do you want from me, anyways?”
“My name is Wulf Gerber, and I want for you to help me defend the future of the Aryan race, and of Western civilization,” he said. She rolled her eyes.
“You realize I’m not, uh, Aryan, right?” she said. “I’m Latina, not white. The fuck do you want me for?”
“Trust me, we are well aware that you have the blood of the Jew running through you,” he said, making her raise an eyebrow. “We would not have taken your mother and… your degenerate lover as leverage otherwise.”
“So, what, I work for you, or you kill them?” she said.
“Precisely,” he said.
“So what’s the work, then?” Ava asked.
“You will join my assault team,” he said. “I have been assembling a team of parasite hosts to destroy the International Jew wherever it is found, and to exterminate all of the world’s degeneracy. Your power is the last one we need in order for the team to achieve its full potential.”
Ava sighed.
“God damn it,” she said. She was going to find a way out of this, one way or another… but she wasn’t going to be able to find it right this moment. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
Wulf smiled, showing what appeared to be fangs in his mouth.
“Good,” he said. “Guards, show her to her quarters.”
As the guards led her away, through a winding maze of castle paths, a plan began to formulate in her head. She had a time limit; she had to execute it before they sent her out on some blinkered Nazi mission, but she hoped that it was going to be a minute before that happened.
She was going to kill all of the Nazi parasite hosts, kill this Wulf Gerber fuckhead, and free her mother and boyfriend, or she was going to die trying.