Moreover, the dreaded
Skydragons
were lurking
in the sky, and they were always able to smash the masses
like a hammer.
in the sky, and they were always able to smash the masses
like a hammer.
Orwell - 1984
Both
men breathed again.
After a walk through several sewer corridors, they had
already come close to their goal. Now they squatted in a
dark corner and waited. The "Temple of Tolerance" and the
metro station „Charles de Gaulle" were near. They heard a
metro rumbling in the distance. Cars could not be heard
today, because the "Avenue of Humanity" had already been
closed off since a few hours. Suddenly human voices came
nearer and the two men looked at each other. What was
that?
At this very second, a cone of light shot directly above their
heads. Frank's and Alfred's hearts dived. But the ray
fortunately found no target, except for rusty pipes and the
dark throat of a sewer corridor.
A policeman of the GP, the "Global Police", approached and
scoured the environment for something.
„There is nothing here! ", he shouted at one of his
colleagues, obviously also no Frenchman. The other man
answered in a strange sounding jargon.
„Okay! ", it resounded out of another sewer tunnel in the
proximity of the "Temple of Tolerance".
„This job is fucked up! ", said the cop near Frank.
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Obviously he had no greater desire to crawl through dark
and stinky sewers.
„Check the tunnels in your area! ", shouted the second GP
officer in the distance.
The policeman pointed his cone of light at the opposite
tunnel. Meanwhile, the two men were scared to death and
crouched in the brackish water, that flowed beneath them.
The policeman was only about fifty meters away from them
and mumbled something into his radio.
. . Let's disappear from this hole! ", hissed Frank quietly.
„But carefully. . . ", whispered Alf and tried to turn around
noiselessly, while the cop babbled with the other one.
Frank and Alfred prepared for a quiet retreat to another
sewer corridor. They carefully crept away, but Frank
suddenly slid on the wet ground and slipped into the dirty
trickle. A quiet „Plop! " resounded out of the sewer, which
still increased the noise.
Now the two men were gripped by fear and tried to escape
from the danger zone as fast as possible. The head of the
policeman turned around and his flashlight with him. A light
cone immediately jumped towards the tunnel like a furious
lion, but there was nobody anymore.
Frank and Alf were already on the run to the next reservoir
room and the cop only heard quiet steps and the lapping of
water. A ray of light bored itself into the dark tunnel and
illuminated its forepart.
„ls there somebody? ", shouted the policeman into the black
hole. „Hey, give me a sign! ", he added.
Then he went back to another place. His radio croaked and
he tried to give an answer in English.
"I thought, I have heard something. But I think it was only a
rat! ", he said.
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In the meantime, Kohlhaas and Baumer had reached
another sewer corridor and the cop made no move to follow
them through the ugly passage.
"Don't know! Shit! ", Frank heard him curse quietly.
He finally walked to another area of the sewer system. Both
assassins breathed again. Totally unprepared, they had
been surprised by that man. This cop had almost seen
them. Both still waited for another hour in the protection of
the smelly darkness, until no more voices could be heard in
the distance. On the way back to the closed metro tunnel
they did not encounter any other policemen. Nevertheless,
their nerves were still raw.
These GP's, who had been recruited in many different
countries, just like the GCF occupation troops, obviously
had no bigger references to the French culture. However,
their interest to explore the famous historic sewer system of
Paris was limited.
They just did their job and examined the direct area below
the square in front of the "Temple of Tolerance", that was
all. Policemen, who solely made "their job", just arrived at
the right moment in the eyes of Frank and Alfred.
When they came back to the metro tunnel, everything was
still at its place. Also the NDC-23 - which should have its
great performance in about two to three hours.
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Bomb-happy. . .
While Frank and Alf were waiting for the attack in their
hiding place, and the minutes passed in a state of
nervousness and tension, Paris resembled an anthill at the
surface. The opening speech of Leon-Jack Wechsler,
governor of the administrative sector . . Central Europe",
should start at 13. 00 o'clock. The streets of the metropolis
were already now, around 11,00 o'clock, perfectly
overcrowded.
Huge masses of people, roughly about two millions,
clustered towards the "Avenue of Humanity" and it came to
the first clashes between the visitors of the event and the
police in the early morning hours.
In the gray of dawn, bloody riots had broken out with
numerous casualties and many deads. In many parts of the
metropolis the violence still ruled the streets, particularly in
the Arabic ghettos.
Over 40 GP-Policemen and hundreds of Arabs had already
been killed. Last night, French patriots had fixed some
enormous transparencies with slogans like . . France is the
country of the Frenchmen! " or . . Freedom for France! Down
with the World Government! " at several big buildings in the
inner city.
Some activists had been caught by the police, three young
Frenchmen had even been shot. In the north of Paris, young
Arabs had tried to penetrate into some suburbs, which were
inhabited by Frenchmen. Here they had burned cars or had
broken into houses. Finally they had encountered some
armed Frenchmen and the police. Over 200 people had
been killed in that street fight. An illegal demonstration of
the "Islamic Federation" in the opposite part of the former
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capital of France against the policy of the World
Government in the Middle East, had likewise ended with
violent outbursts. Over thirty thousand Muslims had come
together to protest and could only be dispersed by the
security forces, after they had attacked the crowd with
tanks.
Hugo and Baptiste, the Frenchmen, who had visited the
meeting in Ivas at that time, were already active in the
boiling metropolis since weeks.
Their political group had distributed tens of thousands of
illegal leaflets in the whole city, in which they called up the
population to resist the foreign rulers and to fight against the
World Government. Some activists who had been caught by
the police, were never seen again.
Furthermore, they let countless little pieces of paper with
rebellious calls rain down on the shopping streets, from the
roofs of some multistory buildings.
They had uploaded a lot of forbidden webpages on the
Internet and had even established a secret radio channel
which daily sent informations. Apart from this, the freedom
fighters had sprayed some oppositional slogans on the
entrance door of the "Temple of Tolerance". The police and
the GSA were still investigating feverishly. When the police
had located the secret radio station in the end, most of the
French acivists had made it to esape them.
This form of resistance was also not less dangerous than a
bombing because prison or even death was waiting for
people who were classified by the GSA as "incurable
politically incorrect".
Therefore, not only Frank and Alfred risked their lifes down
in the tunnel system below the city, in the battle against the
global dictatorship. Even at the surface, many Frenchmen,
above all the young people, stretched their heads that far
out of the swamp of anxiety and anonymity that the police
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could cut them off. This so called "festival" would become
bloody. Even without a bomb strike. After the opening
speech, the people would only see on video, the military
parades of the GCF troops would begin. Moreover, masses
of journalists infested the city like a swarm of grasshoppers
and were eager to spread the ideology of the New World
Order. A happy world full of peace and harmony, wearing a
long cloak - made of lies.
As the „One-World-Song" resounded out of the
loudspeakers that had been situated everywhere along the
"Avenue of Humanity", only a small part of the giant crowd
sang along. This was disappoiting for the GSA agents who
meticulously filmed the people.
Sometimes, even bottles and stones were thrown in the
direction of the loudspeakers and screens which showed no
pictures yet. Here, the GP officials took drastic measures
and pulled every molester out of the crowd. Who was
caught disappeared in a police vehicle.
So many of the two million spectators were already upset,
although the festival had not been opened by Wechsler so
far. Apart from that, many Parisians also just holed up in
their houses, hoping that this day would pass as quickly as
possible. In spite of the publicity campaign of the media
which stylized the "Festival of the New World" to a new
climax of human development.
The population of the sector . . Central Europe" had been
forced to pay still higher tributes and taxes in the last
months and the social misery was growing more and more.
Therefore, the people had not very much of this . . Festival of
the New World", and all the propaganda around it. The
racial tensions also continued to extend. If one drove
through some parts of Paris, it seemed that France was
close to civil war. But all this was a part of the policy of the
new rulers, a small piece of their worldwide opus of decay.
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The screaming crowd above their heads could easily be
heard, down in the canalization. It roared and yelled and
sang and stamped. Frank and Alfred seemed to become
only more nervous, because of this din. Time was running
out fast, and soon the critical moment would come. The
governor was on his way to the inner city of Paris. Now it
was vital to pay attention. All or nothing!
„Whafs the time, Baumer? ", asked Frank with an uncertain
flickering in his eyes, while the „One-World-Song" was sung
above him.
„Three minutes past twelve. Still about an hour. . . ", answered
Alf and extinguished the campfire.
„Okay, let's go! ", said Kohlhaas, nervously fumbling on his
cap.
They checked their equipment again and Frank stroked the
explosive in the blue bags.
„For you father, for you sister! ", he silently murmured and
stared into the dark tunnel.
Both took their heavy luggage and loaded their weapons.
Then they went to the hole to enter the canalization. Each
step was arduous now and was accompanied by a wildly
pounding heart. The palms of the two men filled with tiny
rills of sweat, while the ubiquitous darkness stared at them
still more malicious than ever before.
Their flashlights shone the way and they moved through the
sewer corridors like creeping cats on the hunt. The larger
halls were empty now.
All attention, probably even those of the workers of the
public utilities, was given to the enormous spectacle at the
surface. What Frank and Alfred did not know was that all
employees of the city of Paris were allowed to stay away
from work if they visited the ceremonies. Both rebels walked
forward through the tunnels on quiet soles. They had soon
reached the passage, where that GP policeman had nearly
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found them. Their hearts pounded like crazy steam
hammers and Frank believed to be able to hear the echo of
his pulse in the tunnel.
"At 13. 00 o'clock, Wechsler will start his speech. When it
begins, I put the time fuse of the bomb on ten minutes. This
should be enough, to get our asses out of the danger
zone! ", explained Alf.
"Okay! ", said Frank who could hardly bear the tension.
Baumer carefully prepared the bomb and Frank just
watched him.
Meanwhile, the black limousine of the governor had stopped
in front of the "Temple of Tolerance" and a finely clothed
chauffeur opened the door. A swarm of policemen
immediately sourrounded the big, flashy vehicle. Shortly
afterwards, a black varnish shoe appeared beneath the car
door. Then the elegant rest followed. Leon-Jack Wechsler
had arrived.
Yesterday he had still been in London and had delivered a
speech in front of the members of the Grand Lodge, what
belonged to his tasks as its second Grand Master.
Now he was in Paris, in order to open the "Festival of the
New World" solemnly. London, the best supervised city on
the planet, except for New York and Washington, was
Wechslefs adoptive home. Here, his ancestors had already
made lucrative bank businesses. Then a part of his family
had emigrated to Chicago and in the end he had come back
to the former capital of England.
The governor smiled and shook the hands of some
subordinated dignitaries. These bowed to the dark-haired
man with the noticeable round glasses. The politician was
fortyish and had already made a great career. Originally
coming from the bank business, he had also been active in
numerous media concerns and energy companies.
Wechsler was a powerful man and loyal to his education, he
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despised values like honesty or scruple. If it was necessary,
also lie and deceitfulness did it, because only the aim was
important and its name was "might".
The polititian combed his hair once again and looked
around with cunning eyes. The crowd was far away from
him and he had no reference to those people and he also
did not want that. He did, what had to be done, and said,
what had to be said, so that the new order could live. The
plan to create this new world, had been prepared long
beforehand, and it tolerated no deviations or delays.
Leon-Jack Wechsler was a cogwheel in this cruel machine,
but he was an important cogwheel. The politician knew that,
and everyone who knew him, knew that too. And his
servants did well not to annoy him.
The clock was ticking and would never stop. As the great
wheel of history always revolved - overrunning those who
were not able to follow the time.
It was 12. 58 o'clock on this historical day, which celebrated
the New World Order. Governor Leon-Jack Wechsler
grinned like a Pharisee and slowly walked up the stairs to
the speaker's desk. Numerous security men encircled the
stage. Most of them just looked disinterestedly around.
They seemed to suspect nothing evil.
All these security men were just too many and were to well
armed that someone seriously would have ventured to
attack them. Tanks, regiments of GP policemen, GCF
soldiers and still more best equipped Riot Control Squads
had been congregated here, to force the people to love this
new world.
Moreover, the dreaded Skydragons were lurking
in the sky, and they were always able to smash the masses
like a hammer. It was suicide to challenge this power.
Leon-Jack Wechsler stroked his black business suit again,
looking at the spectators in the distance. Many of them
probably hated him deep inside, but this was rather amusing
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than dangerous, from his point of view. The "herd of
animals", as he and his Fellows called the rest of mankind,
would remain impotent and enslaved forever.
"I welcome you! People of our One-World!
I am so endlessly happy, to be allowed, to welcome you
here today. So many people have come to our beautiful
Paris. We have invited you to this "Festival of the New
World", to a great celebration of humanitarianism! And all of
you have come, full of joy and expectation! "
The crowd made some noise and Wechsler looked at the
herd with a cynical smile. . .
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Red Moon
The voice of the governor echoed in the depths of the
canalization. Frank and Alf jumped out of their hiding place
in the shadows like predators, placing the bomb at the
previously selected position. Above them, they heard the
murmur of the crowd which listened to Wechslefs speech.
Alf adjusted the time fuse and when a faint "beep" sounded,
it was like the starting shot to a sprint for the two rebels.
"The band begins to play! ", said Alf and nodded at Frank.
The clock of death had been put on and was ticking its
vicious song until the bloody finale. Frank Kohlhaas and
Alfred Baumer ran like fleeing rabbits into the tunnel from
which they had come. In ten minutes, the NDC-23, this
deadly explosive, would tear a huge hole into the ground in
front of the "Temple of Tolerance".
The way back appeared hostile and doubts grew in the
brains of the two men. Would their plan really be
successful?
They scurried through the fetid sewer corridors and the
rooms with the reservoirs, with the cones of light in front of
them. Meanwhile, the dark path through the underworld had
burned itself into their minds and both men rushed forward,
as if they were hounded by a demon. Above them, fate took
its course and the Red Moon, the bloody moon, looked
down at the "Avenue of Humanity" with a grim face. . .
"Humaneness! What is the sense of this magnificent word? ",
called Wechsler into the microphone. "It means
benevolence! The uppermost principle of our new world.
Equality, freedom and benevolence for everyone! We have
brought it to the people. A better world under the sign of
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peace. And this is the reason, why we may celebrate today.
It has been successful - the attempt, to make this world a
better place. When I became governor of the sector "Central
Europe", there was always only one slogan for me: We can
do it!
Of course, it was not always easy to give the people these
holy ideals, but today we are united and happy. We love
each other and we are free!
And whom do we have to owe that? Our faith in the power
of huma. . .
BOOM! ! !
A loud blast cut off Wechslefs next word and tore the lies
out of his throat. It was like the ground had opened to drag
the devil himself down to hell. The explosion was
devastating and ripped a large hole into the square in front
of the "Temple of Tolerance".
The forefront of the building was torn up by the shock wave
like a piece of paper. Several dozens of security men and
politicians were torn to pieces, among them also Leon-Jack
Wechsler. Asphalt pieces, concrete, splinters of wood and
body parts rained down.
Where the governor had spoken a few seconds ago, a
smoking abyss had been torn into the ground. Mangled
corpses and wreckage covered the place.
Frank and Alf ran still faster. The deafening blast of the
explosion had shaken the tunnel system of Paris to the last
corner. For both men, it was the second starting shot and
they were close to loose their nerves.
"Victory! I can't believe it! We have really done it! ", gasped
Frank and sped forward. He had almost slipped to the
ground, but Alf could still hold him. "Run! "
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The people were quiet for a short moment, when they
perceived the end of the governor on the video screens.
Policemen and soldiers were shocked and looked around,
full of horror and confusion.
A swarm of journalists and cameramen, that had stood in
front of the stage had also been shredded by the explosion.
Some had immediately been dead, others had been hurled
away several meters and were lying on the ground, with torn
limbs, screaming and bleeding.
Their colleagues who were filming the event from the
distance, suddenly pointed their cameras at the bloody
scenario. The terror had come over the square in front of
the "Temple of the Tolerance", paralyzing the gawking
crowd for a while.
Nevertheless, the brains of the people slowly processed the
new situation and, above all, the security forces tried to
react quickly on the unexpected bomb strike. Radiograms
reached the policemen and soldiers, hastily and nervously
yelled commands and orders. Some officers were sent to
the canalization to look what had happened.
Shortly afterwards, a dozen men climbed into the hole.
Others were called to the nearby gully covers. The fact that
so many manhole covers around the square had been weld
shut by the policemen, made them problems now. They all
had to be levered up, what caused a long delay.
After a while, some of the officers entered the tangle of
sewer corridors and tried to find suspicious persons. Their
calls and the sound of their heavy boots echoed through the
tunnels.
The two bombers were already far away now and passed
the dug hole, which led to the abandoned metro tunnel.
Despite the red signs on the walls, they selected the wrong
corridor and lost a few minutes of precious time. Dozens of
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police officers already followed them, but they were still far
away. The panicky rebels cursed and became even more
nervous now.
"I. . . I just pushed over the edge! Sorry, Alf! That was the
wrong way! ", said Frank, gasping for breath and sweating.
"Yes, all right. I had sprayed these crosses on the walls,
exactly for that fucking reason, man! ", hissed Alf and waved
his friend nearer.
They found one of Alf s marks and Kohlhaas opened the
digital map on his DS-Stick with nervous fingers: "The first
storage room we had found is not far! "
They crept forward to the exit, while the inner tension slowly
became unbearable. But this they were on the right way.
Nevertheless, they still had to traverse a lot of long and dark
sewer corridors. They cautiously crept in the direction of the
storage room with the basin - it had to be at the end of this
passage. Both men just used one single flashlight now, to
cause not too much light. Frank did not dare to think, what
would happen if suddenly some policemen would stand in
front of them.
The two rebels silently scurried forward. Now they could see
a strange blaze at the end of the dirty sewer corridor. They
paused and tried to recognize something. Frank caught his
breath.
Someone had turned on one of the old lamps in the room
with the basins. The usual darkness which had always
protected them had vanished now. With careful movements,
they stalked through the tunnel. Frank crept to the end of
the sewer corridor and cowered there. Then he peered
around the corner. There was nobody. The room seemed to
be empty. A moment after, the young rebel turned around to
Alf and waved him nearer. "We have to pass this room!
Then we can hide again in the narrow tunnels", whispered
Frank and felt out his gun.
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"But who has turned on that light? ", hissed Alf nervously.
"Damn! You ask the wrong person! Come on now! ", said
Kohlhaas.
They crawled forward and entered the daunting room.
Behind the pool edge of the water basin, they crept into the
dimness. Suddenly the heard voices and the patter of steps
with heavy boots. Frank coughed into his breathing mask
which was meanwhile wet and dirty. His heart seemed to
explode. Alf stared at him with an appalled face and
swallowed quietly.
"Come on! Here! ", it resounded out of a sewer tunnel. The
light cones of two flashlights danced forth out of the dark
hole.
"Maybe here is someone! ", they heard, while the steps
came nearer.
Frank tried to calm himself, in these seconds of highest
tension.
"If we shoot them, we will just make a lot of noise. That
would attract only more of them", he whispered and Alf
regarded him with fear in his eyes.
"We are fucked up, my friend! ", said Baumer with an almost
whining undertone.
"Into the basin! Come on! ", hissed Frank and climbed quietly
over the pool edge. Alfred followed him without saying a
word. Like two otters, they smoothed into the repulsive pond
that seemed to be deep enough to hide. Kohlhaas touched
his combat knife and Alf desperatly looked in his direction.
The steps were now in close proximity and both rebels took
a deep breath full of stench. Then they disappeared into the
brackish water.
Frank closed his eyes and tried to think about nothing. This
was really perverse, but it was better than to be dead.
Suddenly, a blaze touched the water surface, otherwise it
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was just dark and Frank tried not to think about all the things
that could be in this ugly swill.
"Come on, check this reservoir room! ", it resounded through
the brackish water. Now they recognized two policemen.
One of the officers walked around the basin and illuminated
the dark corners of the room, then he went to the next
sewer tunnel.
The time appeared endless and Frank slowy became
queasy, he was close to vomit into the stinky water. Alf felt
the same. Meanwhile, the policeman muttered some
unintelligible fragments of words into his radio. Frank
emerged for a second to breathe some air and heard the
officer say something.
"I must get out of this shit! ", he thought to himself, but the
policeman was still waiting beside the basin. A moment
after, he walked through the room, around the basin, and
finally leaned against the pool edge.
The two rebels tried to communicate by gestures or looks,
but the water was so dirty and dark that this was impossible.
Now, Frank decided to act on his own.
The policeman was still standing at the opposite end of the
pool, leaning against the basin's edge and talking with his
colleague, who had obviously gone into another sewer
corridor. "Did you find something? "
"Only rat shit here! ", it came back with a laughter.
Kohlhaas could not understand anything else. Only God
knew, where these two policemen came from. Anyhow, they
were no Frenchmen. The officer in front of Frank seemed to
be Hispanic or something like that.
Kohlhaas quietly moved below the surface and dived
through the dirty water to the edge of the basin like an eel.
As long as the officer was in this position, and the other one
was somewhere in a tunnel, he had to act. The young man
took his combat knife, pulled it out of the sheath and waited
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for a few seconds, while the officer was mumbling
something into his radio. The rucksack on Frank's back
which had been freed of its deadly cargo bugged him now,
because it hampered his movements. Kohlhaas felt like a
crocodile that had waited for the gazelle all day long. And
the gazelle had come to the border of his realm to drink. He
pushed himself off the floor of the basin and jumped up to
the pool edge.
The sudden sound of splattering water behind him let the
policeman turn around with surprise. The officer tried to
release the safety catch of his machine gun, but Frank was
faster.
Kohlhaas rammed his knife deeply into the cop's neck and
jumped on the ground beside the water basin. His opponent
gasped for breath and stumbled back in confusion.
Frank grabbed the man and pressed his hand on the
officer's mouth, so that he could not make too much noise.
Meanwhile, Alf had also climbed out of the basin and held
his combat knife nervously in his hand.
"Unnnghh! " The injured policeman lurched and Frank
rammed his blade again into the neck of his enemy, while
he pulled the man to the ground. The cop still fidgeted and
tried to shake off his attacker. Suddenly Baumer came from
the front and knifed the officer too.
The policeman finally collapsed and gave up his resistance.
Both men pulled his heavy body some meters away and let
him lie in a corner. Then they heard the voice of the other
cop who called again something out of a sewer tunnel and
seemed to return. Frank and Alf rebels had to disappear
now, as fast as possible, before he would find his dead
colleague.
For their luck, the way out of this room had remained in their
minds, although they still were totally confused. They ran
into a dark tunnel and made off. Some minutes later they
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heard a loud scream behind them. Probably the other
policeman had now realized that the room with the water
basin had not been empty. The two men ran and ran and
finally reached the exit. As fast as they could, they left the
canalization behind them. Wet, smelly and blood-smeared,
they crept to the surface. Frank and Alf hastily put on their
jackets to hide the conspicuous bloodstains on their clothes.
men breathed again.
After a walk through several sewer corridors, they had
already come close to their goal. Now they squatted in a
dark corner and waited. The "Temple of Tolerance" and the
metro station „Charles de Gaulle" were near. They heard a
metro rumbling in the distance. Cars could not be heard
today, because the "Avenue of Humanity" had already been
closed off since a few hours. Suddenly human voices came
nearer and the two men looked at each other. What was
that?
At this very second, a cone of light shot directly above their
heads. Frank's and Alfred's hearts dived. But the ray
fortunately found no target, except for rusty pipes and the
dark throat of a sewer corridor.
A policeman of the GP, the "Global Police", approached and
scoured the environment for something.
„There is nothing here! ", he shouted at one of his
colleagues, obviously also no Frenchman. The other man
answered in a strange sounding jargon.
„Okay! ", it resounded out of another sewer tunnel in the
proximity of the "Temple of Tolerance".
„This job is fucked up! ", said the cop near Frank.
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Obviously he had no greater desire to crawl through dark
and stinky sewers.
„Check the tunnels in your area! ", shouted the second GP
officer in the distance.
The policeman pointed his cone of light at the opposite
tunnel. Meanwhile, the two men were scared to death and
crouched in the brackish water, that flowed beneath them.
The policeman was only about fifty meters away from them
and mumbled something into his radio.
. . Let's disappear from this hole! ", hissed Frank quietly.
„But carefully. . . ", whispered Alf and tried to turn around
noiselessly, while the cop babbled with the other one.
Frank and Alfred prepared for a quiet retreat to another
sewer corridor. They carefully crept away, but Frank
suddenly slid on the wet ground and slipped into the dirty
trickle. A quiet „Plop! " resounded out of the sewer, which
still increased the noise.
Now the two men were gripped by fear and tried to escape
from the danger zone as fast as possible. The head of the
policeman turned around and his flashlight with him. A light
cone immediately jumped towards the tunnel like a furious
lion, but there was nobody anymore.
Frank and Alf were already on the run to the next reservoir
room and the cop only heard quiet steps and the lapping of
water. A ray of light bored itself into the dark tunnel and
illuminated its forepart.
„ls there somebody? ", shouted the policeman into the black
hole. „Hey, give me a sign! ", he added.
Then he went back to another place. His radio croaked and
he tried to give an answer in English.
"I thought, I have heard something. But I think it was only a
rat! ", he said.
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In the meantime, Kohlhaas and Baumer had reached
another sewer corridor and the cop made no move to follow
them through the ugly passage.
"Don't know! Shit! ", Frank heard him curse quietly.
He finally walked to another area of the sewer system. Both
assassins breathed again. Totally unprepared, they had
been surprised by that man. This cop had almost seen
them. Both still waited for another hour in the protection of
the smelly darkness, until no more voices could be heard in
the distance. On the way back to the closed metro tunnel
they did not encounter any other policemen. Nevertheless,
their nerves were still raw.
These GP's, who had been recruited in many different
countries, just like the GCF occupation troops, obviously
had no bigger references to the French culture. However,
their interest to explore the famous historic sewer system of
Paris was limited.
They just did their job and examined the direct area below
the square in front of the "Temple of Tolerance", that was
all. Policemen, who solely made "their job", just arrived at
the right moment in the eyes of Frank and Alfred.
When they came back to the metro tunnel, everything was
still at its place. Also the NDC-23 - which should have its
great performance in about two to three hours.
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Bomb-happy. . .
While Frank and Alf were waiting for the attack in their
hiding place, and the minutes passed in a state of
nervousness and tension, Paris resembled an anthill at the
surface. The opening speech of Leon-Jack Wechsler,
governor of the administrative sector . . Central Europe",
should start at 13. 00 o'clock. The streets of the metropolis
were already now, around 11,00 o'clock, perfectly
overcrowded.
Huge masses of people, roughly about two millions,
clustered towards the "Avenue of Humanity" and it came to
the first clashes between the visitors of the event and the
police in the early morning hours.
In the gray of dawn, bloody riots had broken out with
numerous casualties and many deads. In many parts of the
metropolis the violence still ruled the streets, particularly in
the Arabic ghettos.
Over 40 GP-Policemen and hundreds of Arabs had already
been killed. Last night, French patriots had fixed some
enormous transparencies with slogans like . . France is the
country of the Frenchmen! " or . . Freedom for France! Down
with the World Government! " at several big buildings in the
inner city.
Some activists had been caught by the police, three young
Frenchmen had even been shot. In the north of Paris, young
Arabs had tried to penetrate into some suburbs, which were
inhabited by Frenchmen. Here they had burned cars or had
broken into houses. Finally they had encountered some
armed Frenchmen and the police. Over 200 people had
been killed in that street fight. An illegal demonstration of
the "Islamic Federation" in the opposite part of the former
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capital of France against the policy of the World
Government in the Middle East, had likewise ended with
violent outbursts. Over thirty thousand Muslims had come
together to protest and could only be dispersed by the
security forces, after they had attacked the crowd with
tanks.
Hugo and Baptiste, the Frenchmen, who had visited the
meeting in Ivas at that time, were already active in the
boiling metropolis since weeks.
Their political group had distributed tens of thousands of
illegal leaflets in the whole city, in which they called up the
population to resist the foreign rulers and to fight against the
World Government. Some activists who had been caught by
the police, were never seen again.
Furthermore, they let countless little pieces of paper with
rebellious calls rain down on the shopping streets, from the
roofs of some multistory buildings.
They had uploaded a lot of forbidden webpages on the
Internet and had even established a secret radio channel
which daily sent informations. Apart from this, the freedom
fighters had sprayed some oppositional slogans on the
entrance door of the "Temple of Tolerance". The police and
the GSA were still investigating feverishly. When the police
had located the secret radio station in the end, most of the
French acivists had made it to esape them.
This form of resistance was also not less dangerous than a
bombing because prison or even death was waiting for
people who were classified by the GSA as "incurable
politically incorrect".
Therefore, not only Frank and Alfred risked their lifes down
in the tunnel system below the city, in the battle against the
global dictatorship. Even at the surface, many Frenchmen,
above all the young people, stretched their heads that far
out of the swamp of anxiety and anonymity that the police
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could cut them off. This so called "festival" would become
bloody. Even without a bomb strike. After the opening
speech, the people would only see on video, the military
parades of the GCF troops would begin. Moreover, masses
of journalists infested the city like a swarm of grasshoppers
and were eager to spread the ideology of the New World
Order. A happy world full of peace and harmony, wearing a
long cloak - made of lies.
As the „One-World-Song" resounded out of the
loudspeakers that had been situated everywhere along the
"Avenue of Humanity", only a small part of the giant crowd
sang along. This was disappoiting for the GSA agents who
meticulously filmed the people.
Sometimes, even bottles and stones were thrown in the
direction of the loudspeakers and screens which showed no
pictures yet. Here, the GP officials took drastic measures
and pulled every molester out of the crowd. Who was
caught disappeared in a police vehicle.
So many of the two million spectators were already upset,
although the festival had not been opened by Wechsler so
far. Apart from that, many Parisians also just holed up in
their houses, hoping that this day would pass as quickly as
possible. In spite of the publicity campaign of the media
which stylized the "Festival of the New World" to a new
climax of human development.
The population of the sector . . Central Europe" had been
forced to pay still higher tributes and taxes in the last
months and the social misery was growing more and more.
Therefore, the people had not very much of this . . Festival of
the New World", and all the propaganda around it. The
racial tensions also continued to extend. If one drove
through some parts of Paris, it seemed that France was
close to civil war. But all this was a part of the policy of the
new rulers, a small piece of their worldwide opus of decay.
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The screaming crowd above their heads could easily be
heard, down in the canalization. It roared and yelled and
sang and stamped. Frank and Alfred seemed to become
only more nervous, because of this din. Time was running
out fast, and soon the critical moment would come. The
governor was on his way to the inner city of Paris. Now it
was vital to pay attention. All or nothing!
„Whafs the time, Baumer? ", asked Frank with an uncertain
flickering in his eyes, while the „One-World-Song" was sung
above him.
„Three minutes past twelve. Still about an hour. . . ", answered
Alf and extinguished the campfire.
„Okay, let's go! ", said Kohlhaas, nervously fumbling on his
cap.
They checked their equipment again and Frank stroked the
explosive in the blue bags.
„For you father, for you sister! ", he silently murmured and
stared into the dark tunnel.
Both took their heavy luggage and loaded their weapons.
Then they went to the hole to enter the canalization. Each
step was arduous now and was accompanied by a wildly
pounding heart. The palms of the two men filled with tiny
rills of sweat, while the ubiquitous darkness stared at them
still more malicious than ever before.
Their flashlights shone the way and they moved through the
sewer corridors like creeping cats on the hunt. The larger
halls were empty now.
All attention, probably even those of the workers of the
public utilities, was given to the enormous spectacle at the
surface. What Frank and Alfred did not know was that all
employees of the city of Paris were allowed to stay away
from work if they visited the ceremonies. Both rebels walked
forward through the tunnels on quiet soles. They had soon
reached the passage, where that GP policeman had nearly
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found them. Their hearts pounded like crazy steam
hammers and Frank believed to be able to hear the echo of
his pulse in the tunnel.
"At 13. 00 o'clock, Wechsler will start his speech. When it
begins, I put the time fuse of the bomb on ten minutes. This
should be enough, to get our asses out of the danger
zone! ", explained Alf.
"Okay! ", said Frank who could hardly bear the tension.
Baumer carefully prepared the bomb and Frank just
watched him.
Meanwhile, the black limousine of the governor had stopped
in front of the "Temple of Tolerance" and a finely clothed
chauffeur opened the door. A swarm of policemen
immediately sourrounded the big, flashy vehicle. Shortly
afterwards, a black varnish shoe appeared beneath the car
door. Then the elegant rest followed. Leon-Jack Wechsler
had arrived.
Yesterday he had still been in London and had delivered a
speech in front of the members of the Grand Lodge, what
belonged to his tasks as its second Grand Master.
Now he was in Paris, in order to open the "Festival of the
New World" solemnly. London, the best supervised city on
the planet, except for New York and Washington, was
Wechslefs adoptive home. Here, his ancestors had already
made lucrative bank businesses. Then a part of his family
had emigrated to Chicago and in the end he had come back
to the former capital of England.
The governor smiled and shook the hands of some
subordinated dignitaries. These bowed to the dark-haired
man with the noticeable round glasses. The politician was
fortyish and had already made a great career. Originally
coming from the bank business, he had also been active in
numerous media concerns and energy companies.
Wechsler was a powerful man and loyal to his education, he
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despised values like honesty or scruple. If it was necessary,
also lie and deceitfulness did it, because only the aim was
important and its name was "might".
The polititian combed his hair once again and looked
around with cunning eyes. The crowd was far away from
him and he had no reference to those people and he also
did not want that. He did, what had to be done, and said,
what had to be said, so that the new order could live. The
plan to create this new world, had been prepared long
beforehand, and it tolerated no deviations or delays.
Leon-Jack Wechsler was a cogwheel in this cruel machine,
but he was an important cogwheel. The politician knew that,
and everyone who knew him, knew that too. And his
servants did well not to annoy him.
The clock was ticking and would never stop. As the great
wheel of history always revolved - overrunning those who
were not able to follow the time.
It was 12. 58 o'clock on this historical day, which celebrated
the New World Order. Governor Leon-Jack Wechsler
grinned like a Pharisee and slowly walked up the stairs to
the speaker's desk. Numerous security men encircled the
stage. Most of them just looked disinterestedly around.
They seemed to suspect nothing evil.
All these security men were just too many and were to well
armed that someone seriously would have ventured to
attack them. Tanks, regiments of GP policemen, GCF
soldiers and still more best equipped Riot Control Squads
had been congregated here, to force the people to love this
new world.
Moreover, the dreaded Skydragons were lurking
in the sky, and they were always able to smash the masses
like a hammer. It was suicide to challenge this power.
Leon-Jack Wechsler stroked his black business suit again,
looking at the spectators in the distance. Many of them
probably hated him deep inside, but this was rather amusing
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than dangerous, from his point of view. The "herd of
animals", as he and his Fellows called the rest of mankind,
would remain impotent and enslaved forever.
"I welcome you! People of our One-World!
I am so endlessly happy, to be allowed, to welcome you
here today. So many people have come to our beautiful
Paris. We have invited you to this "Festival of the New
World", to a great celebration of humanitarianism! And all of
you have come, full of joy and expectation! "
The crowd made some noise and Wechsler looked at the
herd with a cynical smile. . .
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Red Moon
The voice of the governor echoed in the depths of the
canalization. Frank and Alf jumped out of their hiding place
in the shadows like predators, placing the bomb at the
previously selected position. Above them, they heard the
murmur of the crowd which listened to Wechslefs speech.
Alf adjusted the time fuse and when a faint "beep" sounded,
it was like the starting shot to a sprint for the two rebels.
"The band begins to play! ", said Alf and nodded at Frank.
The clock of death had been put on and was ticking its
vicious song until the bloody finale. Frank Kohlhaas and
Alfred Baumer ran like fleeing rabbits into the tunnel from
which they had come. In ten minutes, the NDC-23, this
deadly explosive, would tear a huge hole into the ground in
front of the "Temple of Tolerance".
The way back appeared hostile and doubts grew in the
brains of the two men. Would their plan really be
successful?
They scurried through the fetid sewer corridors and the
rooms with the reservoirs, with the cones of light in front of
them. Meanwhile, the dark path through the underworld had
burned itself into their minds and both men rushed forward,
as if they were hounded by a demon. Above them, fate took
its course and the Red Moon, the bloody moon, looked
down at the "Avenue of Humanity" with a grim face. . .
"Humaneness! What is the sense of this magnificent word? ",
called Wechsler into the microphone. "It means
benevolence! The uppermost principle of our new world.
Equality, freedom and benevolence for everyone! We have
brought it to the people. A better world under the sign of
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peace. And this is the reason, why we may celebrate today.
It has been successful - the attempt, to make this world a
better place. When I became governor of the sector "Central
Europe", there was always only one slogan for me: We can
do it!
Of course, it was not always easy to give the people these
holy ideals, but today we are united and happy. We love
each other and we are free!
And whom do we have to owe that? Our faith in the power
of huma. . .
BOOM! ! !
A loud blast cut off Wechslefs next word and tore the lies
out of his throat. It was like the ground had opened to drag
the devil himself down to hell. The explosion was
devastating and ripped a large hole into the square in front
of the "Temple of Tolerance".
The forefront of the building was torn up by the shock wave
like a piece of paper. Several dozens of security men and
politicians were torn to pieces, among them also Leon-Jack
Wechsler. Asphalt pieces, concrete, splinters of wood and
body parts rained down.
Where the governor had spoken a few seconds ago, a
smoking abyss had been torn into the ground. Mangled
corpses and wreckage covered the place.
Frank and Alf ran still faster. The deafening blast of the
explosion had shaken the tunnel system of Paris to the last
corner. For both men, it was the second starting shot and
they were close to loose their nerves.
"Victory! I can't believe it! We have really done it! ", gasped
Frank and sped forward. He had almost slipped to the
ground, but Alf could still hold him. "Run! "
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The people were quiet for a short moment, when they
perceived the end of the governor on the video screens.
Policemen and soldiers were shocked and looked around,
full of horror and confusion.
A swarm of journalists and cameramen, that had stood in
front of the stage had also been shredded by the explosion.
Some had immediately been dead, others had been hurled
away several meters and were lying on the ground, with torn
limbs, screaming and bleeding.
Their colleagues who were filming the event from the
distance, suddenly pointed their cameras at the bloody
scenario. The terror had come over the square in front of
the "Temple of the Tolerance", paralyzing the gawking
crowd for a while.
Nevertheless, the brains of the people slowly processed the
new situation and, above all, the security forces tried to
react quickly on the unexpected bomb strike. Radiograms
reached the policemen and soldiers, hastily and nervously
yelled commands and orders. Some officers were sent to
the canalization to look what had happened.
Shortly afterwards, a dozen men climbed into the hole.
Others were called to the nearby gully covers. The fact that
so many manhole covers around the square had been weld
shut by the policemen, made them problems now. They all
had to be levered up, what caused a long delay.
After a while, some of the officers entered the tangle of
sewer corridors and tried to find suspicious persons. Their
calls and the sound of their heavy boots echoed through the
tunnels.
The two bombers were already far away now and passed
the dug hole, which led to the abandoned metro tunnel.
Despite the red signs on the walls, they selected the wrong
corridor and lost a few minutes of precious time. Dozens of
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police officers already followed them, but they were still far
away. The panicky rebels cursed and became even more
nervous now.
"I. . . I just pushed over the edge! Sorry, Alf! That was the
wrong way! ", said Frank, gasping for breath and sweating.
"Yes, all right. I had sprayed these crosses on the walls,
exactly for that fucking reason, man! ", hissed Alf and waved
his friend nearer.
They found one of Alf s marks and Kohlhaas opened the
digital map on his DS-Stick with nervous fingers: "The first
storage room we had found is not far! "
They crept forward to the exit, while the inner tension slowly
became unbearable. But this they were on the right way.
Nevertheless, they still had to traverse a lot of long and dark
sewer corridors. They cautiously crept in the direction of the
storage room with the basin - it had to be at the end of this
passage. Both men just used one single flashlight now, to
cause not too much light. Frank did not dare to think, what
would happen if suddenly some policemen would stand in
front of them.
The two rebels silently scurried forward. Now they could see
a strange blaze at the end of the dirty sewer corridor. They
paused and tried to recognize something. Frank caught his
breath.
Someone had turned on one of the old lamps in the room
with the basins. The usual darkness which had always
protected them had vanished now. With careful movements,
they stalked through the tunnel. Frank crept to the end of
the sewer corridor and cowered there. Then he peered
around the corner. There was nobody. The room seemed to
be empty. A moment after, the young rebel turned around to
Alf and waved him nearer. "We have to pass this room!
Then we can hide again in the narrow tunnels", whispered
Frank and felt out his gun.
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"But who has turned on that light? ", hissed Alf nervously.
"Damn! You ask the wrong person! Come on now! ", said
Kohlhaas.
They crawled forward and entered the daunting room.
Behind the pool edge of the water basin, they crept into the
dimness. Suddenly the heard voices and the patter of steps
with heavy boots. Frank coughed into his breathing mask
which was meanwhile wet and dirty. His heart seemed to
explode. Alf stared at him with an appalled face and
swallowed quietly.
"Come on! Here! ", it resounded out of a sewer tunnel. The
light cones of two flashlights danced forth out of the dark
hole.
"Maybe here is someone! ", they heard, while the steps
came nearer.
Frank tried to calm himself, in these seconds of highest
tension.
"If we shoot them, we will just make a lot of noise. That
would attract only more of them", he whispered and Alf
regarded him with fear in his eyes.
"We are fucked up, my friend! ", said Baumer with an almost
whining undertone.
"Into the basin! Come on! ", hissed Frank and climbed quietly
over the pool edge. Alfred followed him without saying a
word. Like two otters, they smoothed into the repulsive pond
that seemed to be deep enough to hide. Kohlhaas touched
his combat knife and Alf desperatly looked in his direction.
The steps were now in close proximity and both rebels took
a deep breath full of stench. Then they disappeared into the
brackish water.
Frank closed his eyes and tried to think about nothing. This
was really perverse, but it was better than to be dead.
Suddenly, a blaze touched the water surface, otherwise it
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was just dark and Frank tried not to think about all the things
that could be in this ugly swill.
"Come on, check this reservoir room! ", it resounded through
the brackish water. Now they recognized two policemen.
One of the officers walked around the basin and illuminated
the dark corners of the room, then he went to the next
sewer tunnel.
The time appeared endless and Frank slowy became
queasy, he was close to vomit into the stinky water. Alf felt
the same. Meanwhile, the policeman muttered some
unintelligible fragments of words into his radio. Frank
emerged for a second to breathe some air and heard the
officer say something.
"I must get out of this shit! ", he thought to himself, but the
policeman was still waiting beside the basin. A moment
after, he walked through the room, around the basin, and
finally leaned against the pool edge.
The two rebels tried to communicate by gestures or looks,
but the water was so dirty and dark that this was impossible.
Now, Frank decided to act on his own.
The policeman was still standing at the opposite end of the
pool, leaning against the basin's edge and talking with his
colleague, who had obviously gone into another sewer
corridor. "Did you find something? "
"Only rat shit here! ", it came back with a laughter.
Kohlhaas could not understand anything else. Only God
knew, where these two policemen came from. Anyhow, they
were no Frenchmen. The officer in front of Frank seemed to
be Hispanic or something like that.
Kohlhaas quietly moved below the surface and dived
through the dirty water to the edge of the basin like an eel.
As long as the officer was in this position, and the other one
was somewhere in a tunnel, he had to act. The young man
took his combat knife, pulled it out of the sheath and waited
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for a few seconds, while the officer was mumbling
something into his radio. The rucksack on Frank's back
which had been freed of its deadly cargo bugged him now,
because it hampered his movements. Kohlhaas felt like a
crocodile that had waited for the gazelle all day long. And
the gazelle had come to the border of his realm to drink. He
pushed himself off the floor of the basin and jumped up to
the pool edge.
The sudden sound of splattering water behind him let the
policeman turn around with surprise. The officer tried to
release the safety catch of his machine gun, but Frank was
faster.
Kohlhaas rammed his knife deeply into the cop's neck and
jumped on the ground beside the water basin. His opponent
gasped for breath and stumbled back in confusion.
Frank grabbed the man and pressed his hand on the
officer's mouth, so that he could not make too much noise.
Meanwhile, Alf had also climbed out of the basin and held
his combat knife nervously in his hand.
"Unnnghh! " The injured policeman lurched and Frank
rammed his blade again into the neck of his enemy, while
he pulled the man to the ground. The cop still fidgeted and
tried to shake off his attacker. Suddenly Baumer came from
the front and knifed the officer too.
The policeman finally collapsed and gave up his resistance.
Both men pulled his heavy body some meters away and let
him lie in a corner. Then they heard the voice of the other
cop who called again something out of a sewer tunnel and
seemed to return. Frank and Alf rebels had to disappear
now, as fast as possible, before he would find his dead
colleague.
For their luck, the way out of this room had remained in their
minds, although they still were totally confused. They ran
into a dark tunnel and made off. Some minutes later they
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heard a loud scream behind them. Probably the other
policeman had now realized that the room with the water
basin had not been empty. The two men ran and ran and
finally reached the exit. As fast as they could, they left the
canalization behind them. Wet, smelly and blood-smeared,
they crept to the surface. Frank and Alf hastily put on their
jackets to hide the conspicuous bloodstains on their clothes.
