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CASE 1: OF KINGS AND LEGACIES
West Berlin HQ.: 1966, 9th of December.
The world keeps turning. The World, keeps changing. The boots of technology lead a steady march over the spiritual sensibility of mankind. And with it the jobb at the "Department for Apprehension and Protectiom against Paranatural, Extradimensional and ReAnimated" gets at once both easier and more difficult. More tools and better equipment allows them to track and deal with threats easier. But it also allows for their rivals to do the same. And for occultists and other unsavory individuals to achieve their goals easier as well.
190 000 amerians on Vietnamese soil shed blood, in a world already soaked in it. And their blood and their agony in turn feed a allready rampant population of local vampires. A very specific breed, of the flying head variety. And all the while, D.A.P.P.E.R is facing budget cuts, as the threat of Thule has been all but handled. Never mind that the Red Brigade is still as active ever, and that Chinese agents are trying to acquire artifacts from the Ming Dynasty. Or that the aaforementioned Vietnamese vampires are capable of hitching a ride on ships without caring about native soil. The supernatural is not as scary anymore, our weapons are so much better then the day of the sword and bow. Funny that Piere had started to train his exterminators to use swords along with modern firearms such as the AK-47 and M16. Pierre, who had survived the worst incident in D.A.P.P.E.Rs history, knew old methods still worked well. And sometimes, the sword would save you, not the automatic carbine.
He lamented over USA's latest cut in the D.A.P.P.E.R funding. More and more money was being put into helicopters, tanks, battl ships and the bloody CIA. Communism in itself had become the big threat and the war of Ideology is best fought with money and proxy wars. The supernatural was less important. Pierres own country, France, cut the funding after suffering a losing Algeria. They had spent their money on their nuclear program instead. Pierre had not forgotten Margaretes words, about humanity being a speck of dust in comparison the universe. The old lady had been part of the start, the very beginning. And she had slowly been eaten by the thing from under the pacific. He had believed the dying old lady and her warning, and he believed her all the more now.
"Sir" A voice called to him. He turned to face the young man, a Delta Rank officer by the named Tomas Lind. A former member of the Swedish Paratrooper Unit. Built like a Viking, with the beard to match. And the dead eyes that stared at you until you felt you better ask him if he had seen Valhalla.
"Yes?" Piere raised a eyebrow.
"Diplomatic Liason, Ferdinand Tompson has returned Sir!" He stood in salute. He looked chuffed, out of breath and Piera allowed him to catch his breath.
"And why do you look so haggard and out breath." He spoke, arms akimbo as he stared at his subordinate.
"He told me to get you as soon as possible Sir! Its about The Count of Bones Sir! He is dead. Sir!" The man spoke and Piere stared. He opened his mouth.
"But the Count was in good heal-" Pierre paused, about to say something then paused again. He lifted his hand to his face, fumbling for a cigarre not there, but in his pocket still. The Count of Bones was the code name used for a former Prussian Aristocrat. Roland Leipwig was one of the few Prussian officers to have survived the war without either getting killed or persecuted He was called the Count of Bones because his interest in anthropology. He owned more bones and skulls then any man should. He also owned countless less then usefull artifacts, anything of use he sold off before it got him killed. Most often he sold to them, to Dapper. The man had survived Nazi assassination attempts, The Russian Horde, even a American raid at his house at the end othe war. They said Hitler had been afraid of him and that Thule had left him alone. The foremost collector of famous necromemorabilia and likely a collector of many things not even D.A.P.P.E.R knew about. IF he somehow was dead, his entire collection was up for grabs. And a report from a french operative a few days ago came to mind.
"Get me a team, now. We won't be able to get to his house before the Russians, its located in East Berlin. But we sure as hell can get to his actual collection before them, as he kept the family home is in the Westphalia tterritories And that's on our turf." The man ran off with the new orders as Piere dialed the man in charge of Artifacts; Schmidt.
"Are you aware of the pile of crap we are about to step in, Special Liason Schmidt." Piere spoke as soon as the line was picked up, his voice tense.
"I just got the word. I never thought I'd see the day when the Count of Bones bit a bullet. Or whatever it was that took him out of the game." The Austrian Articifer and Liason answered back, he sounded just as tense.
"I need verification. We are sure his real collection is in Allied territory, yes?"
"Certeinly. I allready sent my reccomendations as to what Liasons to send with the team."
"The Reinheardt fellow, no doubt." Piere spoke without thinking. "He is a good choice. He knows the way the Russians operate, he can become somebody else and help us keep the russian spies off the trail. And I suggest we send Burbank down there. The man picks up on everything around him. What we might gleam from his mind afterwards could secure us further funding. And.. I think we just recently aquired a recruit fit for indentifying the collection and verify it's authenticy."
"And who, Pray tell, had you inmind would do security detail?" Schmidt asked, the sound of scribbling could be heard on the other end of the conversation. And from the sudden increase of volume Piere surmised the Liason was noting things down while having the phone between his shoulder and head.
"I am gonna send Sister Williams for supression and Corpral Popescu for exit strategy. " There was a paus in the scribbling at this notion.
"Popescu is Roma ins't he? He is not gonna like what they found down there. You know this right?" There was a sudden edge to Schmidts voice."
"Gods willing, it only works to send them faster out of there once they found their objective." Piere spoke, nknowing fully the reputation of the Count.
"What are they looking for again." The Head of the Hades Vaults was suddenly as tense as he had ever been. The two men stood silently by their phones. Contemplating.
"Durendal. The sword of Roland the Paladin." Piere breathed out, clenching the phone. The sword that was supposed to have been indestructable. According to myth, Roland hid it upon his death. And ofcourse Thule scientists had wanted to study its properties. But according to sources, The count of Bones had a personal interest in Rolands legacy. And found it first. They had never approached him about it, in fear of him releasing artifacts to the Reds in retaliation. To Piere, this was part of his countrys origins, and to D.A.P.P.E.R was a class 1 artifact. The name hung in the air.
"I'll have the full list of operatives to retrieve it shortly Piere. I'll leave the briefing of our charming leaders to you. Over and out."
"Yeah, leave it to me." Piere put down the phone. He took out a cigar and lit it, savoring the taste. "Viva la Charlamagne. " He spoke with a grin on his face. He had begged for a miracle, and he had gotten it. France would be throwing money at them after this. "Viva la France."
12:22 local time, 10th of December, 1966.
Outside the "Mansion of Bones", Family residence of one late Roland Leipwig.
Outside the "Mansion of Bones", Family residence of one late Roland Leipwig.
The air was freezing with the winter cold of December. Snow lay as a blanket across the prussian country side. Well, it was German country side now. But the snow didn't care. It crunched under the wheels of the "Toad", one of three Wolkswagen vans that rode up to the gate of the Mansion grounds. They were rather normal looking from the side, other then being black and a bit heavier set when in motion. But inside each sat 5 people plus a driver. Inside "The Toad" was the team of one executioner;Sister Matthews, The Toads own, very relaxed driver; Joseph. A fell RDD grunt like Joseph himself was among the team aswell, "Shawn". The team leader and Hunter; Oliver Reese sat in the front seat next to Joseph. Then there was the two nerds; One folklore expert by the name Duncan McShale and one scholary looking gentleman Joseph knew as "West Bank." Last but not least was the Liason; Wilbur Reinhardth , whom Joseph wasn't sure why he was brought along. He wasn't sure, becouse they were usually doing tip of your hat, shank his back kind of hits. But then again, the Count had contacts everywhere. If Wilbur could find any of his documents, it would be a great asset to the Organization.
"The house was truly massive, a castle more then anything. And its courtyard was just as immense and imposing. The walls were a good three meter high and ended in spikes of iron pointing skywards. As some sort of extra measure, there was barbed wire there as well. The gate was closed. And looked both incredibly heavy and ominus.
"We are here, Captain Reese." Three teams had been sent here. They did not expect anything fierce. But there might be counter measures, or his bonecollection might attract creaures once they got trough said counter measures. Who knew what the infamous aristocrat had done with the place. And it was a big place, with limited time to search it. Apperently, only McShale had been told what exactly they were looking for. The back doors of the Toad opened to let out the troops into the cold, frozen air of Prussia.
"Place is huge." Joseph said as he stepped out himself. "Gonna take forever to find something specific, even with three teams. Good defensive perimiter though Captain."
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Casefile
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Case File and Orders;
The infamous Count of Bones is dead. He was found stabbed in his hotel room in West Berlin on December 9th. His killer is unknown, and his visits purpose as well. What is known is that he possess a great private collection of bones from famous indiviuals as well as other necroticly charged memoribilia along with artifacts. His real Collection has always alluded D.A.P.P.E.R up untill now, the Count having been a shrewd and tricky man. His Mansion has been a heavily fortified and hard to infiltrate base for the count for a long time. This is our first opportunity to see it past the lobby.
Sent to location is three teams of six. You are to take point, being the specialist party. The two follow ups are mainly there to help with the search and set up a perimiter. We have no reasons tobelieve a immediete threat is present, but do exercise extreme coution when handling the collection.
Your loadout priviliges are after rank only.
Good Luck Operative.
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