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[Germany] Heil to the Führer

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
An early summer morning in Nuremberg, and one that was, in a way, familiar yet different to a man who walked the dimly-lit, fog-laden streets. It was here in this city that Wolfgang Shröder had met Leopold Hertzberg; he originally met the man, standing and looking to the former Rally Fields of the Nazi Party, hands clasped behind his back and with a heavy air around him. When Hertzberg turned to face him, it was clear that he was not disappointed in the state of his country, but disappointed in how it had been treated over the decades...yet he smiled; why did he smile? Leopold was a man who was patriotic, not nationalistic. He felt responsible, like many Germans, for the horrors afflicted upon people during the 2nd World War...but he believed that National Socialism could do better. He had a way with words, a way with showing that patriotism, by openly wearing the memorabilia of such a tumultuous time in German history, that Wolfgang had to know more.

He joined his group, who planned to oust the old government and rebuild the Third Reich. It was not to be though, when the Federal Republic of Germany came back to power and declared them traitors to the state...Hertzberg was tried and hung in this very city...the first National Socialist to die, once again, to the social decay of democracy. Shröder survived, but only because he had fled like a coward, and returned only when the statute of limitations was up. Like Hertzberg, Wolfgang was a patriot, not a nationalist. He felt responsible, but was willing to do what it took to realize his Führer's dream; he was not about to let his country fall into the hands of Bolshevism under the SPD...nor would he let the Kaiser.

Since the Nazi Party had officially been recognized as a legal party, Wolfgang knew that it was his time to come back to the ideology proper; he needed to make change, and not be ashamed of the fact that he was a National Socialist. He had managed to contact the party and arrange a meeting at the Nuremberg Rally Grounds. As Shröder pulled up to the Zeppelinfield Grandstand and approached the man waiting for him, he already felt rather disgusted by the lack of proper discreetness that the man showed to him, noticing that the man was already unashamed to come out as a Nazi instead of in plainclothes as Shröder had done. His black hair contrasted against his tanned, Caucasian face, and fit almost perfectly with his clothes. His uniform was pressed, with barely a single wrinkle upon it: a standard Brownshirt uniform, brown tie, and brown dress pants. On his left, he wore a Nazi armband, and on his tie was a pin of the Reichsadler. Wolfgang's disgust with the man was at its peak; with the way this man seemed to idolize the Nazi ideal instead of being discreet about it, it reminded him much of the way Hertzberg proudly displayed himself; it was rather dangerous to do, especially now with Bolshevism and Yellow Vests. When the man turned to Shröder, he didn't even hesitate to Heil Shröder as he walked to him, arm outstretched and legs placed together, as though he had practiced the salute day after day after day. It was not something that was practiced, but something that was instinctual! He held no high hopes now, and his face twitched, almost unbeknownst to him, in disgust as he approached the Brownshirt.

"Sieg Heil, fellow Aryan!" the man shouted, his voice booming and powerful. Wolfgang didn't need to make such a grand gesture, and simply raised his right hand in greeting, giving a quiet, yet still powerful "Heil Hitler," in return, stopping in front of the man as he inspected him. The way he circled him, the way he seemed to puff out his chest...it was indicative of a young, naive child like Mussolini or, perhaps, even the Italians today.

"So...tell me...is that it?" the Brownshirt criticized, "Is this all that comes from the Reichstag? I assumed that there would be more like-minded individuals..."

"Not many can claim to have assumed the role of a true National Socialist," Shröder began, his anger peaking and his tone beginning to raise drastically, "I would advise taking care of who you are talking to; I am Wolfgang Shröder, Deputy-Führer to Leopold Hertzberg, and a leader of the National Democratic Party! And I will not tolerate being chastised by a pompous, overzealous manchild who believes he is fit to wear that armband without public decency first!" Before the Nazi could retaliate with any threats or violence, Wolfgang grabbed him by his left wrist and grabbed the armband, sliding it off of him and throwing it to the ground. "You may be a Party member, but know that you will never be worthy to wear that armband unless you learn to be a proper man and act with grace and decency... now pick it up!" The Nazi, not wanting to obey further, pulled his hand away, looking at Wolfgang with insult and malice in his eyes. However, one gaze into those piercing blue eyes that Shröder possessed was all that was needed for the man to back down, and pick up his armband in defeat.

"You ran, coward...you abandoned your Führer in favor of survival..."

"I ran to fight another day...and that day is now, when the shadow of Bolshevism comes back to haunt us!" Wolfgang defended. He knew he was a coward, but he had more pressing matters than to discuss loyalty. "Who leads you? Hmm?" The man's dominant stance faltered, as he realized that Shröder had checkmated him.

"No one thus far...none have been fit to lead the Party," he admitted. Such arrogance to meet him in broad daylight, Heil him as a fellow Aryan, and wear such clothing when they did not even have a Führer?! Wolfgang smacked the man for his insolence, his gaze dangerous and calculating.

"Bring me to your office then. Let me speak with the candidates your 'party' has chosen." Upon the request, the man nodded and rubbed his face quietly, gesturing him to a 2008 Mercedes Benz Beetle parked nearby. Shröder watched the man step into his car as he stepped into his Mercedes Benz E-Class sedan, and followed him through the city of Nuremberg until he came to an officeplace in a rather deserted part of town. Stepping out, I watched him walk up to the door and open it, gesturing me inside. While the office outside was rather plain, the inside looked much more lively...yet still just as unnecessarily showman-like. It was like looking at an amateur reenactment party of Nazism, with several of the people looking at me not even fit to be wearing such uniforms with pasty, unkempt faces that possessed an array of acne markings and scraggly neck hair. Some were overweight, while others were even of a different color of skin than what could ever have been seen as acceptable to Adolf Hitler himself...it was...disastrous to Wolfgang! These were not National Socialists! Where were the Aryans? The Men, not boys who thought they were men?

"Gentlemen," Wolfgang began, his tone dangerous and the men looking at him with rather uninterested, disrespectful postures, "Is this all you have to offer me? Sad, angry children wearing uniforms for men? Look at yourselves! Do you really believe yourselves Nazis?!"

"Now see here!" one of them stepped forwards...an Untermensch in every sense of the word...his face pale and chubby, almost looking unable to fit in his stretched, not even pressed uniform! At least the man that Wolfgang had met at the Grandstand looked presentable in his uniform, if not too conspicuous. This creature was not a man, but some undesirable posing as a National Socialist. Shröder, despite his age, at least looked the part of a man fit for service in the Third Reich! He shoved the cretin away from himself, dusting his hand off on his clothes to ensure that they knew that he was disgusted.

"No...you see here! I am very disappointed...when I contacted your party, I expected men, not children. I expected Aryans, not Untermenschen...and I certainly expected to see more out of this party upholding a standard...not...this!" The children looked down in disappointment. Those who weren't paying attention to Shröder were looking up now, either neutral in their expression or angered.

"I came here seeking to rejoin this party...but it is clear that there is no place for a man among boys..." Shröder turned to start walking to the door, upset now that his time had been properly wasted.

"That is what I thought at first," a masculine voice added. Turning to the source, Wolfgang saw a man who, at a glance, looked almost akin to Joseph Goebbels, were it not for smoother skin and stronger cheekbones. He looked rather respectable and learned, wearing only a suit with the pin of the NSDAP on it and with a pair of glasses perched on his nose. "But as it turns out...not many people wish to follow our tenants, our creed...perhaps, instead of simply scolding these boys, we can mold them into true Aryans."

"No untermensch can ever truly be a man..."

"These are our supporters, and without a Führer, these men are lost...I believe that I spoke to you in that email," the man replied. Shröder cocked his head to the side, already now aware of his name.

"So, Mr. Heusmann...you want me to lead these boys into becoming men?"

"You are the most qualified among us, 'mein Führer'," the man, Martin Heusmann, cheekily hinted. He then stood to give a simple salute to Wolfgang, "Heil Hitler, Heil Hertzberg, Heil Shröder" Wolfgang simply turned back to the boys that were now all looking at him, either with stupid, childish expressions of glee or malice, or with dedication in their eyes.

"Hmm...I am giving you until 2015 to turn these boys into men Mr. Heusmann...if, by that point, these children have been weened out for the men, I will consider taking your offer. Am I clear?"

"Crystal," Martin whispered, confident yet reserved in the face of Wolfgang's gaze.

"I will support the ideals of the Party, even if I am not yet brought back into this fold...I want these boys to follow my example as they become men...I want your oath of loyalty to me, and to me alone." As soon as he said this, Martin gave a full Heil, and others in the room did as well, as Martin swore his loyalty.

"I swear: I will be faithful and obedient to you, Wolfgang Shröder, and to conscientiously fulfill my official duties, so help me God. Should I fail, this party shall be deemed as unworthy for Germany, and will disband in the name of the Führer, Adolf Hitler.." With that in mind, Shröder returned the Heil.

"Sieg —" he began softly, only to be interrupted by the entire group, yelling in unison.

"Heil!" the interruption earned Wolfgang's icy cold gaze, and he turned to them and barked, his arm high and his feet closed together.

"Sieg —"

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"Heil!" Satisfied that they were ready to follow, Wolfgang turned back to Martin with a gaze of pure dedication.

"Turn these boys into Men...for Adolf, for Hertzberg...for the Reich..." Upon saying this, he turned tail and left the office to start the drive back to Berlin. He now felt confident, if not concerned, by the state of the NSDAP. There were more than enough supporters, and while they were boys, children really...they could be made into men, whether they wanted it or not.
 
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Retroliser

-Insert Intriguing Title Here-
Sep 6, 2018
482
@NagandEmerald
As Shroeder exited the building, a tall, blue eyed, blonde in a plain, black two piece suit collided with him by accident.

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"Tut mir leid, meine herr," He apologised. "Ist dies das Büro fur die Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei?"
 

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
@Retroliser

Upon seeing the man before him, Wolfgang was hit with an immediate sense of joy. The image of an Aryan specimen, perfect in every way. It was almost enough to make him forget the deplorable Untermenschen beyond the door.

"Mach dir keine Sorgen mein Freund," Shröder reassured, helping the gentleman up to his feet. "Ja, das ist das NSDAP-Büro. Aber seien Sie gewarnt...Es gibt Untermenschen im Inneren..." After warning him, Shröder gave him a pat on the shoulder and gestured inside before heading to his car.

"Ich wünsche Ihnen einen schönen Tag."
 

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
As Wolfgang began to open the door, he heard the man mention him by name. While the boy was certainly knowledgeable, as any German should be, not many recognized him.

"You have a keen mind and intellect," Wolfgang stated, "and no... I left because I have business to attend to back in Berlin. The Untermenschen only made me wish to leave sooner." Instead of stepping into his car, Wolfgang approached the blonde with a quizzical expression on his face.

"But...I don't believe that I've gotten your name. You are a dedicated national socialist, yes?
 

Retroliser

-Insert Intriguing Title Here-
Sep 6, 2018
482
"August Stein," He stated. "I read Mein Kampf and had a look at what Hitler did during his reign. Honestly, I think he went about achieving The Aryan dream incorrectly, and paid the price."
 

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
@Retroliser

"And an Aryan who understands Mein Kampf as both Hertzberg and I did...you have to be an illusion. Did you dye your hair or buy contacts?" Wolfgang jested. Looking at the man before him, Wolfgang already knew that there was hope yet for the NSDAP to get its act together.

"Hold still for a moment," Wolfgang ordered, already reaching into his pocket to pull out one of three NSDAP pins that Hertzberg had gifted to him, and walked back to his car to pull out Hertzberg's Reichsadler from the glove compartment as well. He kept much of his memorabilia from his days with Hertzberg in his car, as it wasn't really necessary to display them proudly at home.

"Leopold would be proud to see you today August: the perfect picture of health and strength for an Aryan. Take these and wear them proudly, but with patriotism, not like these nationalistic pretenders that purvey themselves as true National Socialists." He then handed both to the blonde and raised his hand up in salute.

"I hope you can inspire these boys to do better." He then put his hand down and began walking back to his car, "If you do not think that the NSDAP will be good for you, you can always come to Berlin and work as my secretary, Mr. Stein." Shröder then waited for Stein to walk inside, so that he knew for certain that this specimen was going to provide an example to live up to.
 

Retroliser

-Insert Intriguing Title Here-
Sep 6, 2018
482
"If it's as bad as you say it is," He replied with a hint of sadness. "Then it's already doomed to fail again. It needs to be rebuilt from the ground up, with a new way of thinking and outlook. Although, as long as they're not a bunch of wannabes playing dress up, it might be salvageable."
 

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
@Retroliser

"Oh?" Shröder asked, now curious as to why the man before him would say that the NSDAP needed to be completely rebuilt.

"What exactly do you mean?"
 

Retroliser

-Insert Intriguing Title Here-
Sep 6, 2018
482
"Achieving The Aryan Dream through aggressive practices was doomed to fail, because it was bound to concern those who do not think along the same lines," He explained. "Hitler went with the classic approach of slavery through violence, in regards to controlling The Untermensch. It's more efficient, and cheap, to achieve slavery through more humane means. A slave that doesn't know they are one, and willing to do what they're told, is the best kind of slave."
 

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
@Retroliser

Instead of driving off, Shröder sighed in defeat; the boy was good, he had a way with words, and clearly was knowledgeable enough to understand that the old NSDAP was, in reality, likely dead. He decided it was better to stay, to learn more of what August Stein could propose to him and, by extension, Martin Heusmann. He opened up the glove compartment and pulled out his old armband. Looking at it for a moment and gripping it like he had reunited with an old friend, he slid it on over his left arm and stepped out of the car and marched towards the office door. Turning around, he gestured August to follow him before opening the door. His curiosity was piqued, and he felt that, now — if what Mr. Stein was saying could be applied — he could perhaps convince Heusmann to take him up on his advice.
 

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
@Retroliser

As soon as August stepped inside, he noticed as Shröder's face contorted in disgust at the slobs that he saw, yet again: unfulfilled lowlifes that leeched resources from the Reich and kept themselves unkempt and out of shape for no real purpose other than selfish desire. The few faces of actual men, true Aryans and people who could practice National Socialism, he did see turned their heads to him, their eyes glued to his arm as he walked in to find Heusmann. The memorabilia was incredible, to say the least, and portraits of Nazi leaders were hung on the wall in Heusmann's personal study: Adolf Hitler, Heinrich Himmler, Joseph Goebbels, Hermann "Meyer" Goering and, the crown jewels themselves...Leopold Hertzberg and Shröder. How Heusmann had achieved such copies was unbeknownst to any of them, but Shröder was fine with him having them.

"Changed your mind, Herr Shröder?" Martin asked Wolfgang, a rather cheeky smirk crossing his face.

"In a sense...I feel that this gentleman could be of assistance to both of our efforts," Shröder stated coldly, presenting August to the man before him. Upon seeing him, Heusmann's smirk fell away to shock: it was as though he was looking at the image of a demigod.

"And who might you be?" Martin asked, still dumbstruck by the perfect Aryan in front of him.
 

Retroliser

-Insert Intriguing Title Here-
Sep 6, 2018
482
"August Stein," The Aryan responded. "I bumped into Herr Shröder on the way inside, who explained to me that what I would find would be horrible. He was clearly being polite for your sake."

He then wandered towards the portraits and looked them over.

"You kept a portrait of Himmler and Goering?" He asked rhetorically. "What kind of moron puts the portraits of an overweight, selfish drug-addled incompetent, and a delusional, short-sighted traitor, beside the visages of The Fuhrers, and a truly faithful disciple to National Socialism?"

August immediately reached out and tore the portraits out of their frames.

"Did you 'people' even learn about what Hitler stood for? How these two cretins were nothing more than leeches piggybacking on the vision of The Fuhrer?" He asked of the Brownshirts. "Clearly not, since you were ignorant enough to allow this besmirching of Hitler's name."
 
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NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
@Retroliser

Heusmann's bewilderment at the situation before him now turned to insult.

"Now, it is one thing when Herr Shröder, a man who exemplifies everything the Führer stands for, insults the party I am a part of, but it is another for him to bring a boy here to mock the Führer and his —" Shröder did not hesitate. This time, he slapped Heusmann across the face in disgust.

"You all should be ashamed for calling yourselves National Socialists! This is the vision that Adolf Hitler sought for: the Übermenschen, and you have the audacity to call him out on well known facts of Himmler and Goering?! You are all in sincerely desperate need of an actual Führer to guide you, because I will not stand aside anymore and let you besmirch Adolf Hitler, our Führer, and Leopold Hertzberg, my Füher! If I return to Berlin, I return to the National Democrats, who you all would fit perfectly with, as a National Socialist! You allow these heathens to besmirch the written word of our Führer? Have any of you read Mein Kampf?! Have any of you listened to Goebbels?! How about to either Führer themselves?!" Before Heusmann could respond, another slap resounded. Now people were starting to get angry, with many of these manchildren actually pulling themselves from their stupor to apprehend Shröder.

"Get your hands off of me, you filthy animals!" Shröder barked. The order caused the men to slink back in fear, the authority he wielded being on par with that of Hitler himself. "I was polite to you Martin...and yet you smile in the gaze of traitorous scumbags, and you allow these fat, lazy, slobish, unkempt animals in my party?! You all pledged your loyalty to me servants of your Führer, but I see that you cannot even hold your tongues against me...you aren't National Socialists...I want everyone who doesn't actually believe in the values of National Socialism — unity, loyalty to the state, hatred of the Untermenschen, appraisal of the Übermenschen, physical and mental fitness, patriotism, militarism — I want everyone who does not share these ideals, or other essential facets of National Socialism to leave, now, and leave your uniforms here at the door. You are not fit to wear the Brownshirts that liberated the Wiemar Republic..."

"You cannot tell us what to do! We may have pledged loyalty, but not our souls!" one of them, a black man, who had chosen to come in egregiously unkempt attire, had decided to speak up against Shröder's demand.
 

Retroliser

-Insert Intriguing Title Here-
Sep 6, 2018
482
August immediately stepped in and gave the upstart a swift jab to the throat to neutralise him. He then grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and held him up to prevent him from collapsing to the floor in a spluttering mess.

"On the contrary, you lump of cancerous flesh," He countered icily. "When you adhere to National Socialism, you do not pledge, you GIVE your mind, body... And definitely soul, to the greater good. The good that is The State, The Master Race. If you are not willing to do that, you are not a true National Socialist. You, and your fellow unkempt band of misfits, are not National Socialists, you are socially awkward cretins crying for attention. If you want attention, dye your hair pink, wear black makeup and listen to Goth music. Don't, I repeat, DON'T bring your adolescent whining to our doorstep. We will not hesitate to treat you with the respect you deserve... Which, if you're not aware, is nothing."

With his calm diatribe over, he let the man go, allowing him to collapse to the floor. August then took a step back, so he was beside Shröder.

"That is the price expected of everyone," He stated loudly. "Either give your entire existence to creating the utopia dreamt of by The Fuhrer and follow the principles he set out, or step back so that those prepared to make that sacrifice do it. Otherwise, you will be swept aside as mere inconveniences."
 

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
@Retroliser

Stein's aggressiveness already pleased Shröder. He was a National Socialist, in body, mind, and soul. He would have made the Führers proud; he made him proud. This is the kind of supporter he wanted. One who would act without question, and preach to the masses his vision of a new Greater Germanic Reich.

"If you want to make a difference in your life, to learn how it feels to give yourself for the greater good, and to understand what it means to be a man, not a boy, you may stay, if only to learn from your mistakes, and to grow from them, rise from them as true Aryans! If you are only here for the uniforms, for finding your social group to talk about killing your fellow man without being looked at as racist, then you do not belong." Shröder grabbed the two pictures of Goering and Himmler, and showed them to the mob, now stepping back to let him orate.

"Do you believe that these men would have given you all the time of day?! Do you believe that these traitors, these self-indulgent, selfish, arrogant men, who believed themselves better than he who led us all, would have given you any respect that you believe that you had lost?! Do you believe that both our Führers, Hertzberg and Hitler, would have chosen to let you live in their societies?!" Shröder rhetorically questioned, immediately answering what he knew to be true, "Or would you have been sent to the front lines to die against the enemies of the Reich first?! Heusmann, Goering, and Himmler are all examples of what happens when you let degenerates who do not know what they are doing, or what they are representing, lead worthless eaters, dumb animals, and ungrateful, selfish, decadent pigs!" Shröder then tore the pictures in half and crumpled them. He grabbed Martin by the shirt and placed the images in his pocket, so that he would know that he was just as worthless as the two that conspired to betray the Führer.

"It is clear that I will need to bring about change to the Nazi Party myself, if you are to look anything like Herr Stein over here! So, I demand of those who have so disgusted me, and will continue to disgust me to leave!" As soon as he said this, he pointed to the door. Several of the members did not look Shröder in the eyes, ashamed of their own existences at this point, as they walked towards the door. Martin simply got up and meandered over to the door as quickly as possible, but as he approached the door, Shröder grabbed him by the shoulder, roughly and with great strength behind it.

"Your armbands...your pins...anything that represents you as a Nazi...give them to me." Shröder proceeded to spin Heusmann around, and yanked off Heusmann's Reichsadler on his tie and NSDAP pin that he wore on his left collar, setting them on a nearby table with a picture of Goebbels daughter, Goebbels, and Adolf Hitler playing together; it was a relatively famous image, and showed how dedicated a man like Goebbels was to the Reich. Afterwards, others began to attempt to leave, with Shröder stepping in front of the door.

"You are not fit, nor worthy of wearing this uniform if you leave this door right now; you will take off your armbands, your insignia, anything that makes you a 'National Socialist', and you will leave it here. You will leave here a disgrace to our Party..." As soon as he said this, several of them stopped. They did not choose to take off any of their memorabilia, and chose, instead, to stay. As those who were disgraced, shamed by the Führer, walked out one-by-one, Wolfgang began to see more of the men and women who would join him in his quest to bring the National Socialist German Workers Party to the Reichstag, to once again have a Führer instead of a Chancellor.

"Die von Euch, die geblieben sind...dies sei eine Warnung an alle, die gegen mich oder meine vision sind, von außen oder innen! Die Partei des Tausendjährigen Reiches kann nicht getäuscht werden und kann nicht zerstört werden!" At that point, Wolfgang shred the trappings of inconspicuousness, and gave a full Heil to his fellow Party members...no...his People, his National Comrades...his Reich, as they began to chant back to him, hands outstretched to the air in equal measure.

"Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil..."
 

Retroliser

-Insert Intriguing Title Here-
Sep 6, 2018
482
August immediately straightened up, his feet clicking together perfect, as he stretched his arm to neck height.

"Sieg Heil!" He chanted with the group. Once the moment of ceremony had ended, he glanced to those who had attempted to leave, but then reconsidered when Shröder told them of the need to discard their insignia. He would have to discover their names and make a note of them for later. Belief and faith in the Nazi cause is meant to be unshakeable, no matter what. In their case, they had shown their lack of it by attempting to leave, only to then stay. It indicated vacillation and uncertainty in ones beliefs, qualities that had no place in The Nazi Order. While they were useful, undoubtedly, they were still a weak link that needed to be watched closely and removed at the nearest opportunity.
 

NagandEmerald

His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
Aug 18, 2018
696
@Retroliser

After the chant had subsided, Shröder turned to Stein.

"Come...talk with me in private. You have ideas I wish to discuss with you." He turned to the others and closed the door to Heusmann's former private office, taking his seat in the chair after dusting it off briefly.

"So...you believe that slavery can be done through humane means...enlighten me."
 

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