[ WP ] the year is nineteen hundred and fourty , and something.. isnt ... right .

`` What the HELL do you think you're doing?!'' 
 
 Startled out of a deep sleep, I jolted up like a prairie dog popping out of its hole. Fortunately for prairie dogs, however, they do n't sleep in bunk beds. 
 
 `` Do you have ANY idea what time it is??'' I wince at both the throbbing in my forehead and the sharpness of the sergeant's inquiry. 
 
 `` I... no, I do n't know what time --'' 
 
 `` DID I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION? Get out of bed and get yourself dressed, we leave in five!'' Sarge was being extra Sargey today... 
 
 I tried to gather my senses as best I could while scrambling to get a shred of clothing on before the company moved out. It was the morning of the big day today... the final push into German territory. We had finally gained our footing back, and for the past several months we have made ever-increasing strides towards ending this God-forsaken mess of a war. 
 
 *No time to think. These laces wo n't lace themselves, * I thought with a sigh. 
 
 An hour later, we were halfway to our destination, the supposed HQ of SS operations, where Intelligence had told us our dear friend would be. I was so ready to end this war that the ride felt like a year had gone by before the first marker. 
 
 After dropping us off, our ride sped off again to regroup behind the front. We were alone. 
 
 `` Hell of a day for a party, eh?'' 
 
 `` Shut up Marcus, you want to get shot?'' I did n't have time for his ridiculous quips. Not now. 
 
 `` I do n't have any feelings on the matter, Stan.'' *sigh* 
 
 Crawling through mud at ten yards an hour was never bearable for me. No matter how many simulations they put you through, it's never truly like the real thing. 
 
 After a long sludge, the HQ building sat there in the distance in front of us. *Finally... there it is... my ticket out of this hell. * I pull up a picture of it and double check the co-ordinates. It was the place. But it was n't supposed to be this busy. 
 
 `` Marcus, can you make out what they're doing over there?'' 
 
 `` It looks as if they are bringing hundreds of unmarked storage boxes into the compound. I do n't have x-ray vision, so I ca n't tell you what's inside them.'' 
 
 `` Yeah? Tell me something I do n't know.'' 
 
 ``... Was that a serious request, or? --'' 
 
 `` A JOKE, Marcus.'' 
 
 `` Right, of course.'' *sigh... * 
 
 We decided to wait it out. It's not as if we could sneak in now, anyways, what with all the security. I get on the horn and deliver a few messages back to base camp, and see a few upsettingly nervous replies sent back. Am I going to get out of this alive? 
 
 After what must have been thirty minutes, we see the last truck glide into the compound, and the doors close behind it. Marcus and I make our move, slowly creeping toward the main building, ready to plant the device when we're close enough. 
 
 `` Stan.'' 
 
 `` SHH!!'' 
 
 `` Stan, it's an earthquake, we should quickly head away from --'' 
 
 `` The hell are you talking about, earthquake? I do n't feel any --'' 
 
 Sure enough, the ground started furiously rumbling and violently shaking. I took cover under the nearest tree. *Sure, THAT'S what still works with our equipment, EARTHQUAKE DETECTION. Not freaking long-range scans or working shoelaces or x-ray -- * 
 
 Suddenly, the roof exploded. Not and explosion from a bomb, where the rubble shoots out in all directions. More like something crashed upwards through the ceiling, since the debris shot primarily upwards into the sky. 
 
 `` Large impact, 10:00 at 100 yards in twenty seconds, Stan.'' 
 
 `` When do you shut up with your calculations??'' 
 
 There was no time for a response, of course. We ran a safe distance away from Stan's impact zone and quickly turned back to see what was emerging from the building. 
 
 `` Is that --'' 
 
 `` It's most likely what was in those storage containers.'' 
 
 `` OBVIOUSLY. But I mean, who's piloting it?'' 
 
 ``... oh. Oh that's no good. That's no good at all,'' Marcus buzzed. 
 
 `` Your billions of calculations a second have struck gold again, Marcus.'' I knew Marcus did n't have any human-like physiological reactions, but it would n't have hurt to have seen him tremble for once in his stupid robotic life. 
 
 Why did n't we see this coming? Who screwed up on Satellite duty? Why is our damn military so damn inept?? Well, one thing was for sure, anyways. 
 
 Hitler had been busy.
