CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 12

ADOLF HITLER and General Hans Kamler were being interrogated in different rooms at the headquarters of the Bundesnachichtendienst, Germany's Federal Information Service, better known as the BND.

— Have I told you, or is it that after all these years, the Germans have become stupid? — Is this what I fought so hard for?

The man sitting and trapped in that chair didn't fight with his body wanting to get out of there at any cost, Marianne felt that he knew he couldn't get out of there without outside help, so he fought with the weapon that almost conquered all of Europe...

Your argument...

— Sorry, sir, but...

— No sir... I'm the Führer, treat me as such, you insolent one, I pulled Germany out of total misery and chaos and apparently you've put her in the shit again, subject to all sorts of stupid laws they make against us.

And he put her in the shit again after the war ended with her crushing defeat... — Marianne thought without the courage to say it out loud, knowing exactly who she would have to fight.

Despite being trapped in the chair, the man was in total insanity with rage, looking at him made her understand just how much authority the Führer exuded.

— Come on, you filthy bitch, get me out of here soon, my patience is running out...

Marianne von Dietrich, director of the BDN dryly swallowed that rudeness, but with the serpentine astuteness that allowed her to reach that prestigious position.

She continued gently.

— Well, Führer, tell me what happened, as you well know that more than sixty years have passed since the end of the Second World War, consecutively, the same period since his 'possible disappearance or death'.

— Well, you can clearly see that I'm not dead, can I?

She nodded.

The Führer looked at her and for a moment she felt as if he could see her soul and she was automatically attracted to the power he exuded, he was not handsome at all, but to say that he was not attractive was to try to deceive with the truth..

— I am here to claim my post as ruler of the world, the thousand-year Reich will begin soon, mein lieber, of course I know what year it is, was I the one who programmed the date so that the Reich could rise again, or do you think I'm that stupid? Everything was supposed to happen this way, do you really think I would go to a place I don't know where it is?

— Sorry, but I don't know where you're going...

— If you're the most important police officer in Germany, you should know very well that we are the future of the world, that the war was just a worthless piece in our glorious plan.

— But he showed up right in the middle of a heavily armed stadium, broadcast worldwide, don't you think that's a little stupid of you?' Especially for someone who claims to be the future ruler of the world.

The Führer smiled gently for the first time since she walked through that door.

— The show is just beginning, mein Lieber, the fact that I'm in handcuffs doesn't mean I'm in prison, and it doesn't mean that you're a free person because you're not in handcuffs.

Suddenly, the door was broken down and they shot at all the guards who were in the room and hit Marianne.

THE INVADER SCAN with his weapon to see if anyone was still alive.

— Sorry for the delay, Führer.

He was unshackled and after that he said:

— Behold, the curtains are opened for the great show, mein lieber.