© 2015 DELTA X3
So, lately I’ve not been very diligent in my writing, netflix often getting the better of me. That being said, without further ado: WiR Pt IV.
I wanted to do a machine x machine section and for better or worse this serves that purpose.
-13 May 2022
Chase caught the bundle of cloths and began redressing himself, a number of things falling from his pockets, only serving to further irritate him. He was sick of getting tossed from agency to agency. FSB, SVR, CIA, DoS, NSA, who was next, he wondered. He could feel Anya’s cannons brush against his arm as she dew close to him, she didn’t trust this new agent, there was something about him she didn’t like.
“Now, what does the Central Intelligence Agency want with me?” Chase skeptically questioned as he buttoned the cuffs of his shirt and adjusted his tie. He was pissed, only seconds away from being pleasured by his Hind for a second time and then interrupted by yet another cocky federal agent.
“Not you Chase. The CIA needs the both of you for this.” Agent Mastin said, lighting up a cigarette, the flame from his lighter reflecting in his clichéd dark sunglasses. “The CIA cleared you two days after the Victory Day incident. You’re no threat to national security just an American in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place, it’s perspective I suppose. The State Department is slow and more cautious, that’s why you had the shadow.” He took a deep drag of the cigarette, the orange ember glowing in the dim hangar. If “every CIA agent in every movie ever made” was the impression he was going for, he nailed it.
“You and your bird here are in a unique position to do good for the American people. You are, however, not required to accept but, I can guarantee there are certain perks to working with the CIA and certain” he took a perfectly timed puff of the cigarette to add an ominous tone “drawbacks to refusing.”
To Chase it sounded like a threat as it was no doubt intended, “What kind of ‘perks’ are we talking about?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out, but just know the CIA takes good care of its people”
“Alright” Anya chimed in “what is the mission?”
“You’ll be briefed later, don’t worry yourself about that now.”
Chase could feel Anya crouching down next to him, like a defensive predator. He reached over and put a hand on her side. It calmed her but he could still feel she was tense. How he could feel a helicopter as tense was beyond him but, he just could. “You know, right now you’re making a Hind uneasy, not a good thing to do.”
Mastin smirked “I like you kid, you’ve got balls, and you…” he leaned in taking a closer look at Anya “You got some sharp teeth.” He dropped the stump of the cigarette on the floor and ground it out under his shoe “The USS. Eisenhower will be in the Mediterranean Sea for the next two days. You’ll make your way there before they leave and fly in at night under the cover story of transporting a Hind back to the JRTC. And remember, the fact that you’re even working for the CIA is classified so just play your roll. Then just sit tight until you’re briefed on the mission. You’ll have to make your way out of Russia via Helsinki then south from there.” Mastin reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a packet of folded papers. “Here is your flight plan with approved airfields and a radio frequency to contact the Eisenhower once you get there. I take it you don’t have any crypto gear so we’ll have the comm geeks put some gear in at Ramstein” He handed over the papers.
Chase unfolded them and began reading them over, Anya looking over his shoulder. “Some of these flights are over nine hundred kilometers between fueling, I can make just over four hundred in ideal conditions.” Anya said, already beginning to doubt his plan.
Mastin nodded, “The agency procured some auxiliary fuel tanks. Just consider them a good faith gift.” He turned away and began walking out “See you on the ship.”
“I don’t like him.” Anya said as soon as he had exited.
“Don’t worry, he’s just a typical agency spook” Chase replied, fastening his belt and fixing his collar.
“What do you think he wants us to do? I would think your intelligence agency would not trust a Russian so easily.”
“Anya, I’m just as confused about this as you. Are you ok with doing this?”
She smiled, her tone changing, “It sounds exciting, doing a super-secret mission for your American CIA.”
Chase had to agree, the prospect did sound exciting, “Alright then, let’s go on a mission.”
Chase stooped down to retrieve the contents of his pockets, finally coming to Leonid’s business card. There was something he hadn’t noticed before, on the back of the card he there was a handwritten note but just as he was about to read the message he heard the squeak of well used breaks just outside the hangar door, followed by the even louder screaching of the hangar door being pulled open. Quickly he shoved the card in his pocket in case it was Mastin coming back.
Chase watched as an old, well used Ural truck backed into the hangar. The man who had opened the door did a half run over to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate. A team of three more men in dirty gray coveralls jumped from the back of the truck and without saying anything began unloading large fuel pods.
One of the men retrieved a paper wrapped package from the passenger seat of the truck and ran over to chase, pushing the item onto his hands before hurrying back to the other men who had just finished lifting the last tank from the back of the truck.
Anya shifted uncomfortably as the men began fixing the fuel tanks to her wing hard points. It felt weird for some reason. She had usually known her ground crews or at least talked to them. These men bustled about silently connecting lines and fastening screws without a word, only the occasional quiet instruction from one to another. She had to admit, they were efficient. It was no time before they had all tanks fixed to her wings. As quickly as they had come, they loaded back into the truck and drove off. Anya looked to either side, dispatching a few tendrils to check their work.
“What do you have there?” She asked as she went over the hard point connections.
“I’m not sure” chase said feeling the soft, fair sized package in his hands. He couldn’t see any markings or writing on its surface. “Let’s find out.” He untied the twine around the parcel and ripped back the paper wrapping.
He picked up the first thing in the package, green USMC garrison cap. He flipped it over and noticed a pair of silver bars mounted toward the front. “Well I guess I’m a Captain now.” he said holding up the cover so Anya could see the emblem. He placed the cover to the side and removed a manila envelope. Inside was a new ID with his fake rank along with a set of signed orders, reflecting everything Agent Mastin had told him. Behind the orders was a paper marked “Destroy after reading” and just below that “Backstory”. He skimmed over the paper, “It says here I’m Cpt. David Mace from the Joint Readiness Training Center.”
“Well congratulations on the promotion.” She joked.
Chase kept reading until he came across a part that made him burst into laughter, “It also says” he said, catching his breath, “I’m married with five kids.”
“You’ve been busy.” Anya chuckled, “Is there something I should know about.”
“Who comes up with this stuff?” Chase said, setting the envelop to the side and removing the final object from the package. The last article was a tan flight suit with a fully equipped gear vest, boots, and a couple changes of clothing, everything he would need to look the part. “You know what Anya?” he said holding the entire thing up in front of himself so she could see, “I think they’re expecting a Pilot.” They both laughed, “You’re going to have to teach me some pilot stuff on the way over there. It’s safe to say I am not even close to the man in the profile.” He set the pile of gear on the ground and picked up the background paperwork for further review.
He had just began going over his fictitious family situation when another mil-surplus truck pulled up and began backing into the hangar. “Chow’s here.” He said as a pair of men began prepping the fuel truck.
“That’s the good stuff right?” chase said in English. He laughed as they both froze, looking to one another, both confused as most likely neither spoke a work of English. “I’m just kidding” he said in Russian. Both forced a quick fake laugh before going back to work fueling the helicopter.
Chase covered his ears as the deafeningly inefficient old pump was started. “Geez, were you guys still in Afghanistan when that was put on? No offence.” He said looking back to Anya
As soon as the fuel truck had left, Chase changed into his pilot uniform and in the dying light of the unusually warm Russian day they taxied out onto the runway for their nearly 30 hour, 4000 Km journey. The flight plan showed 4 stops and a grand total of around 18 hours in the air.
“How does it feel leaving home?” Chase asked through the Mic in his comm helmet as they took off.
“To be honest with you Chase, I’m ready to leave. I am a proud Russian and yet I was bound for the boneyard, it was time to leave. I only regret I cannot save others that fate.”
Chase knew exactly the places she was talking about. In the US the living machines were spared this fate but they still existed for those machines that were not. The thought of them had always bothered him but he had come to live with the fact there was nothing he could do. He sat back and relaxed in the pilot’s seat watched the lights from the city grow smaller and fall into the distance behind them.
The flight to Helsinki was just under 4 hours. Anya had let Chase doze off to the muffled thunder of her rotors. She found it nice letting him sleep in her cockpit, she didn’t mind doing the flying.
She woke him a few miles out from the Helsinki airport. Instructions were not to contact the air traffic controller and proceed directly to an isolated unlit section of the airport. As they descended to the runway a couple of what chase assumed to be agency men in runway attendant uniforms waited next to a fuel truck.
With a speed that would rival a formula 1 pit crew, the team began refilling Anya’s tanks and in no time the men had pulled back the hose and given them the takeoff signal.
Another 4 hour flight and they reached the Copenhagen airport and underwent the same touch-and-go pit stop. As soon as the hoses had been unbuckled, under the cover of darkness they were off for Germany.
The sun had just began coming up as the left Denmark and crossed the border into Germany. Now that they had light Anya began her instructional period on the basics of being a pilot, Chase’s joke of it being a “Crash course” going right over Anya’s head.
She made it increasingly hard to focus on the flying portion as one of her tendrils made its way up the leg of his flight suit and began playing with his cock, gently stroking it to full erection.
“A combat pilot has to be able to perform under stress.” She said as he began squirming in his seat almost unable to keep his mind on flying.
Chase laughed, stress had never felt so good. It was too perfect up here to waist it on instruction so he leveled her off and sat back looking over the landscape of clouds outside the cockpit, taking in a deep relaxing breath as she continued stroking him. The rhythmic thumping of her rotors, there was something incredibly soothing about it.
The scene was beautiful way up here, the solid blanket of clouds extended for as far as the eye could see, seeming to make a second earth on top of the first, a pure white second skin. While it may have been dark and dreary on the ground, up here the sun shown bright across everything.
Chase let his mind wander as he looked across this white heaven. He wished he and Anya could live up here forever, far above all the troubles that inhabited the earth below.
She could tell his mind was now other places so she took control back and allowed him to daydream while she flew.
“We’re almost there.” Anya said, bringing Chase back to reality. She began rapidly descending through the layer of clouds revealing the earth below. As the haze from the cloud disappeared the sprawling green countryside of southern Rhineland came into view. It had been years since Chase had been to Germany, he didn’t hate to admit it, he had missed this place. They flew low over the mountainous terrain, over towns that had changed little from the small villages they had been a century ago.
The air traffic controller of Rammstein Air force Base directed them to a landing pad to the south of the main runway. Chase returned a confirmation and they began descending toward the cluster of hangars toward the southern extremity of the base. From what it had been decades ago, Rammstein AFB had expanded into a sprawling military complex. Chase watched as the ground grew closer and closer until he felt Anya’s wheels touch pavement.
“Welcome to Germany.” Chase said as her rotors slowed.
He stretched as he stepped down onto the tarmac, it felt good to use his legs after 8 hours of sitting. No sooner had he exited than he saw a Humvee tearing across the asphalt towards him. Chase removed his helmet and replaced it with the garrison cap, immediately taking it back off as he noticed there was something inside the cover. “Oh, fuck yeah!” he said pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses from inside the cover.
“I feel the need…” he said putting on the glasses.
“What are you talking about?” Anya said, confused at the abstract statement.
“The need for speed.” Chase finished under his breath.
The Humvee rolled to a halt next to them and a young Airman stepped out of the passenger side. “Good afternoon, Sir.” She said snapping him a salute.
Chase had almost forgot he was an officer now and hastily returned the salute. “I was sent out to let you know there’s quarters for in the TDY officer’s barracks. Also, the mess hall is open until 1400, building 18756. If you’ll hop in the Humvee we’ll get you there.”
“What about my bird, gonna need some fuel.”
“Ah, that will be the 15 area fuel depot, they will be sending out a fuel truck at 1500. Oh, and that reminds me, Comm shop will be sending some techs out to install some gear at 1530. So, if you want a ride we can get going.”
“You know what?” Chase said, “I think I’ll make my own way there.”
The Airman nodded, “Yes, sir.” Then hopped back in the Humvee and took off across the tarmac.
“Well, it looks like we have some time.” Chase turned back to Anya, looking over the length of her long broad body. She was really something else.
His thought were interrupted by the sound of a jet coming in fast toward the runway. He watched as a plane he couldn’t identify touched down on the main runway, flaps flaring as the vehicle slowed to a roll. He had never flown in a fighter but he imagined that pilot just had the time of his life.
The sleek fighter took a turn onto the taxi way and into a hangar area not that far from them. Getting a closer look, Chase noticed the lack of a pilot then the presence of a steely blue eye just below the cockpit.
As it got a closer look he remembered that plane, a US prototype from some decades back, a YF-23 but he couldn’t remember the manufacturer. Yet another example of an older model being brought back into service for the fact that they were alive.
‘That’s something you don’t see every day’ Chase thought to himself.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Anya’s eyes fixed on the fighter as it stopped in front of a hangar. She wasn’t just staring, she was fixated by the plane.
“You alright Anya?” Chase said, snapping her from the trance.
“Oh, yes. I’m fine.” She replied as if the question had startled her.
“Don’t lie, I know that look, you were eyeing that plane.”
Anya almost seemed embarrassed. “I never thought I would see one in real life.”
“You want that jet, don’t you?” Chase said smiling at her. He could see right through her.
“Wha… Chase I’m with you now.”
“Anya” He said stopping her “This is an opportunity you’ll get maybe once in a life time, there are, I think, only two of those in existence. We have this bond thing and if I recall right it’s not going away. If you want that jet go and get it. Like I said, we’ve got time.”
“I couldn’t, it’s no big deal”
“Come on Anya, you’re practically dripping right now. Go enjoy yourself, you’re free to do whatever you want now. Think of it as a liberation gift to yourself, your emancipation proclamation after party. I’ll go get some food. Now go have fun.”
“But this is a military base, I just can’t go rolling around wherever I like.” She protested.
“Screw that, just try. There’s no sense in living if you can’t feel alive.”
“What if it’s a she?”
“There’s one way to find out.” Chase said turning and walking toward the nearest building. She needed to have some fun, he hoped this was a push in the right direction.
As he walked away, Anya found herself alone on the airstrip. For a second it didn’t feel right, but then she looked back to the jet and a devious grin spread across her face. Casually she began moving over toward the stationary Fighter.
She moved slowly, hoping to time her introduction with the departure of its fuel truck. As she approached she heard she heard its voice, a steely cool, charismatic male voice.
“So you’re the Hind I saw coming in?” He said turning to face her, “I’ll admit, I was a little surprised. I’ve never actually seen a Hind before. So what brings you to Rammstein?”
She couldn’t believe this jet, incredibly sleek and sharp. If ever a vehicle were to look like the edge of a blade, it was him. “On our way back to the US, transfer to a training center.” Anya replied.
“So, what’s your name?”
This Idle conversation was nearly unbearable, “It’s Anya, Anya Mil.”
“Huh, nice name. I’m Denver but, everybody calls me Ghost, an old nickname but it does the trick. So, what’s your pilot going to think of you coming over here?”
She still couldn’t get over the cool confidence in his voice. “What do you mean?”
“Come on, I saw the way he looks at you, the way you look at him. You two are together.”
“He told me to enjoy myself.”
“Well in that case I’d like to invite you back to my hangar. Maybe I can help you enjoy yourself.”
Anya couldn’t believe it was that easy. It was even more unbelievable that chase had told her to. She was going to thank him every way she could as soon as they were alone again but, for right now, she was focused on the gorgeous fighter leading her to his hangar.
As soon as they entered Denver’s hangar the door slid closed behind them. The hangar was spacious enough for the two of them but not much else.
“So have you ever been with a helicopter before?” Anya said, hoping to start some dialogue.
“You would be the first and Anya, I have to tell you I couldn’t imagine a better first, you are a beautiful girl. Your pilot is a lucky man and you’re lucky to have him. It’s not common for a human to share their lover.”
“Cha… my pilot” she caught herself before saying his name, remembering that he was using a fake name, “is a great guy, I owe a lot to him.”
Anya almost couldn’t wait, being alone with this new and exciting machine was almost too much. She could almost feel herself getting wet at the thought of this plane inside of her. With a hum of servos and mechanics she brought her rotors to the rear and moved in close next to Denver, brushing her hull against his.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a fighter but, I think I can still remember a thing or two.” Anya said, extending a pair of tendrils to the jet’s underbelly, gently tracing the edges of his intakes before moving farther down his underbelly, rubbing the smooth stealth surfaces. “There it is.” She said as the long hard appendage emerged from its housing. Carefully she wrapped a tendril around it. She felt Denver shudder as her tendril ran up its length. He was unbelievably hard and she was loving it, she wanted every inch of his hot member inside of her.
Back and forth she rubbed him, listening to his low moans of pleasure, rubbing her armored face against his fuselage. She must have been doing something right, she could already sense the globs of pre that dripped from his throbbing member.
“How does that feel, am I getting it right?”
“Mmmmh, yeah.” Denver said, closing his eyes. He didn’t have to tell her, the low hum from his spooling engines said everything.
“Good.” She said, retracting the tendrils and moving back. Slowly she lowered herself onto her side, giving Denver his first look at the dripping gray synthport between her landing gear. With the tip of her tongue Anya licked her lips, leaving the faintest hint of gray around her mouth.
Denver, taking the hint, lined up nose to nose with her and with a little maneuvering got one of his landing gear up on her fuselage. With a little more maneuvering she felt his heat enter her mouth. She took as much as she could between her lips, thankful she didn’t have to worry about teeth with him. This jet was big, hot and already oozing globs of pre into her mouth as she began using her tongue to rub the length of his shaft. It wasn’t hard for her to get him to squirm the closer she got to his tip.
Flexing his body and rolling on his landing gear made it possible for him to get a little in and out movement but it didn’t take much to bring him to the cusp of orgasm. Between her sucking, and all the things she could do with her tongue he felt like he couldn’t take it any longer.
“Anya, I’m about to cum.” he said trying to give her warning so she could let off but she wasn’t showing any sign of stopping. With this warning she started going even harder until she could feel his entire airframe shaking on top of her. Liters of machine seed gushed into her mouth, the hot heavy gel pouring from him like a river.
He let out a long low moan as the sensation hit him, a moan that was sure to have been heard by anyone near.
Anya held the warm seed in her mouth while he dismounted. As soon as he was clear she spit the load out onto his hangar floor, leaving a pool of the silvery machine cum.
“Aren’t you worried of someone outside hearing us?”
He laughed, still recovering from the aftershock of the orgasm, “I’m a prototype. My model will never reach production. I really don’t care what anyone thinks. If I’m enjoying some mind blowing sex with a Hind, I’m not going to hold back just because I’m afraid of anyone hearing. Now if you don’t mind, I believe it’s my turn.”
He moved back and lined his nose up with the slit between her landing gear. A little lifting on his nose wheel and he could just reach. It was his turn to make her squirm for him. He could feel her heat on his nosecone as he licked his lips and went in. His heavy synth metal tongue broke the surface and pushed deeper and deeper between her engorged lips.
He could taste her machine goodness as he pushed as deep as he can into her, his tongue squirming like a trapped snake. Anya could do nothing to resist as she writhed and moaned on the cold cement floor. He gave that a few minutes then pulled out and jammed his tongue against her clit. Her tender bead was assaulted mercilessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her airframe.
“So how’s that?” he said pulling back and licking her juices from his lips.
“Oh please, don’t stop.” Anya moaned.
His mouth spread into a grin, razor sharp teeth glistening in the overhead light. “Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.”
A little maneuvering and Denver was able to mount her airframe, placing his body half way on top in line with hers. She could feel the heat resonating from his body as he pressed his fuselage against hers. She moaned with excitement as she felt the hot throbbing appendage sandwiched between their bodies.
“Well Ghost, what are you waiting for?”
“A little anxious are we?” Denver said as he shifted himself into position, placing himself at the lips of her dripping pussy.
It was hot and hard as it slid into her, pushing to its full depth, her walls filled to their max by his hot metallic girth. If she could roll her head back like she’d seen in the videos, that’s exactly what she would have been doing, the feeling was exquisite.
A little flexing of his airframe and he withdrew halfway, still leaving himself a fair depth in her.
“How does that feel?”
Anya let out a long breath, “Mmmh that felt great.” She could feel her body gripping his member tightly, no doubt bringing him great pleasure.
Slowly he began a thrusting into her, picking up a slow gentle rhythm. He prided himself on being a lover who knew what he was doing, gentle and passionate would lead to faster paced more energetic sex followed by fast and hard. Right now he was in the passionate and gentle phase. They both could feel the texture of the others skin as he pushed himself up and down on her.
This was good but he really wanted to make her scream. Sending a pair of tendrils along between their bodies until he found her clit, gently massaging the bundle of nerves, with satisfying results.
Anya did her best to keep her moans low and discreet, secrecy had been the name of the game at Kubinka so being discreet was in her nature.
“Why do women here always try to keep it in, try to keep quiet? If you’re enjoying it, who cares who hears.” It was clear he didn’t care, his grunts and groans with every thrust could no doubt be heard well beyond the walls of the hangar.
Anya had been wet just looking at him and with hardly any effort at all and no fear of repercussion she was screwing him, this freedom thing was feeling good.
She had started feeling his pace picking up more and more with each thrust until she could feel the power of his thrusts moving her on the concrete, the wet squishes of his hull against her pussy now becoming wet slapping. Little by little the temperature in the room began to rise as his engines began picking up, pushing out a scorching hot torrent of air into the hangar.
With the final phase of Denver’s method in play everything became faster, he slammed into her relentlessly, thrust after thrust, each more powerful than the last, his long hard airplane cock ruthlessly assaulting her pussy. Loud scraping sounds resounded through the hangar as the momentum of each repetition pushed the couple a centimeter further across the floor, leaving deep gouges in the cement. This was an experience one machine could experience only from another, such intensity would have killed even the most durable human.
Anya moaned long and loud for him as each powerful movement from his massive body drove her closer to orgasm. It wasn’t long before she felt the jet quivering, his grunts becoming more erratic “Anya, mmh, I’m c…” his sentence was broken by a deep moan as he blew a hearty load of hot jet cum inside her. The strong flow of the steamy gel forced its way as deep inside her as possible before squirting out around the edges of his cock, splattering the floor with the silvery gray liquid.
“You better not stop!” Anya growled as she felt him begin to slow “I’m not done with you yet.”
A few seconds later she could feel herself reaching the cusp of orgasm as Denver continued pounding her. As it reached her, she felt her airframe go ridged, the intense sensation of the climax sweeping over her. As she came, her juices joined the mess of machine fluids on the floor.
Neither wanted to move. Despite being machines, good sex could often leave them with a feeling of exhaustion. The hangar was sweltering hot and the cleanup crew would have a hell of a time cleaning up the pool of unspeakables in the middle of the floor.
“So, was it good for you?” Denver said, finding the age old cliché amusing.
“So, you gonna tell me how it went?” Chase said as they reached cruising altitude.
“I’ll tell you all about it later my dear.” She replied, “At least one of us has to concentrate on flying.”
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-13 May 2022
“That must be it” Chase said into the comm helmet as they approached the Moscow airport, pointing to a small hangar on the outskirts of the massive airfield. The flight from Kubinka hadn’t taken long but he had enjoyed it immensely, soaring over the Russian landscape in Anya’s cockpit.
The cockpit of the Hind was tight but he enjoyed being surrounded by her and he found the pilot’s seat unexpectedly comfortable not only that but, the view was extraordinary. He could look out over the entire city as she told him about the history of Moscow. Anya had even given him a shot at flying. Being his first time she coached him through it, telling him just how to pilot such a bird, a mechanical manipulator hand holding his to her stick as they flew over the sprawling Russian city.
“Let me do this part,” Anya said taking control back as they approached the pad, “landing can be a little tricky but I will teach you soon”. Chase got that dropping feeling as they rapidly began descending.
She wanted to show off a little so banking right she put herself into a steep dive before pulling up and coming to a hover a meter off the ground.
“You certainly know what you’re doing.” chase said, his adrenaline spiking from her little stunt.
“What can I say,” she replied, “it’s what I do.” she chuckled at this as they touched down, her wheels gently meeting the tarmac. She shut down her engines as chase opened the cockpit door and crawled down her side. “Is this it?” Agent Falkner said stepping down from her troop bay, almost having to yell over her blades as they began to slow.
“So it would seem.” Chase replied as the three began toward the hangar.
Chase moved in close to Anya’s nose “As soon as we get in there Anya” he whispered so only she could hear “I’m going to make you squirm”
“Promises promises.” Anya seductively replied.
From the looks of the place, it was clear that the building had remained unused for a great while. The heavy steel door had no marking whatsoever only a large padlock securing the door shut. General Milonovich hadn’t given him any key or even mentioned there would be a lock. He tugged the lock but no luck. He felt something on the back and sure enough taped to the back of the lock was the key. “Wow, now that’s security.” Falkner said sarcastically. Chase removed it and unlocked the lock.
“Give me a hand with this” Chase said, pulling at the door which turned out to be much heavier than he had expected. Falkner grabbed hold and with a heave they slowly slid the large door open. The hangar for the most part was empty and in good condition. Here were a few cabinets lining the walls along with some maintenance equipment all circa late 70’s early 80’s. It was an average hangar even having a seating area at the back with some covered furniture. It was clear this hangar hadn’t been touched in decades, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust but otherwise not dirty or cluttered.
“Anya, what do you think?” Chase asked as the three of them looked in.
“It’s better than nothing.” she replied. It was reasonably small with more than enough room for a helicopter to move about comfortably but not much else. They all proceeded into the hangar. Looking around, it was a little smaller than her hangar at Kubinka but she found it cozy. It would serve their purposes very well.
With the anxiety from the events of the day Anya couldn’t wait to release it all with chase. She was starting to feel it already, she wanted it. Her tongue unconsciously brushing her upper lip where her canon had been as she eyed Chase up and down, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to her little human. “I think this will do perfectly.” She said as they all moved into the hangar, Anya making her way to Chase’s side, snaking a tendril into his hand as she nudged up against him.
“Hold on.” he whispered to her. He knew exactly what she wanted. “You mind giving us some privacy.” Chase said looking to Falkner.
“I’m not supposed to let you out of my si…” he stopped mid-sentence, his face going blank as what Chase was asking hit him. “Because of the ongoing investigation you have to remain under supervision”
“I don’t mind an audience, what about you Anya” chase said casually looking to the helicopter.
“Not at all Chase darling.” she replied playing right along “Maybe Agent Falkner is secretly into machines also. Maybe he just needs a good Mig to take him to bed.”
“Fine” he huffed “I’ll be right outside”. He grabbed a chair and walked out the door “I have a wife you know, and kids” he said heaving the door closed behind him.
Anya chuckled “Were we really going to have sex right in front of him”
“Nah” Chase replied “I just said that to get rid of him. Were you?”
She smiled at him “If you wanted to.”
They both laughed. “Chase, I’m so glad we get to be together. Many machines only dream of a retirement like this. We can be together in American, yes?” Anya held his hand a little tighter, smiling as she looked into his eyes.
Chase could see the excitement in her eyes “Of course Anya. You can do whatever you want.”
“Well, I want to be with you.”
Chase nodded, he was still getting used to hearing affectionate words from a Russian attack helicopter. It made him happy, looking at her, still awestruck by the fact that such a powerful dangerous machine would want something so fail and delicate as a human. That alone was one of the turn-ons for him, her size, the danger. How did he get lucky enough to find someone such as her as a lover?
“So, now that we have this hangar all to ourselves any idea what we should do” Chase said casually.
“I can think of a few.” Anya replied, sliding a tendril past Chase’s belt and wrapping it around his dick, gently beginning to rub and play with it under his pants. She closed her eyes, remembering him thrusting into her that first night, the thought alone was making her wet.
“I like where you’re going with this.” Chase said, unbuckling his belt as the Hind continued rubbing him to a full erection. She loved feeling the heat as his dick hardened in her grip. He removed his shoes and slid out of his pants then removed his suit jacket. She loved this watching him strip down for her. In her mind she hated his cloths, envying them for getting to be hugged against his flesh all day, for getting to be pressed against his curves, getting to feel his body. Yes, she hated them. She planned to have him naked against her body every opportunity she got, and Hinds were seldom said denied.
He completed unbuttoning his white undershirt and stripped it off, letting it fall into the pile of cloths on the ground, right where Anya thought they belonged. She loved this, seeing his fit firm body. Taking a tendril she slowly ran it down his chest, tracing the lines of his pectorals down to his abs until it reached his under pants. The other uncoiled itself, leaving his erection hard and throbbing, ready for to make this Hind squirm. She slid his underpants down his legs, finally freeing what she had so desired for days now.
“Since you seemed to have saved me, I’m in your debt and being in the debt of a Hind is a very very good place to be.” She said seductively, ”So Chase I’m all yours to do with whatever you want.”
He couldn’t help but smile, a Hind had just told him he could do whatever he wanted with her. Every inch of this Hind’s massive body was now his playground. His mind flooded with all the things he wanted to do to this helicopter. He had done nothing the whole time he was being detained other than imagine all the ways he would make love to her beautiful body. He felt like a kid in a candy shop, all the possibilities, all his little fantasies.
Chase thought for a second, looking around for ideas, one coming to mind. He went over to the seating area and yanked the dust cover off the couch. It seemed in decent shape after all these years. It was made of a soft red fabric with every generous cushions, the kind of couch you could easily doze off in. Anya raised an eyebrow, admittedly she was slightly interested in what her little human was planning. She moved back as he began dragging the heavy sofa to the center of the hangar. It took him a minute to move the unwieldy heavy piece of furniture, working up a sweat in the process. Anya licked her lips, seeing his muscles glistening in the florescent lighting was making her restless. She wanted him, bad.
Taking a rest he sat down on the couch letting out a sigh of exhaustion. “That thing’s heavier than it looks” he said regaining his breath.
“You don’t seem to have any problem with man handling 9 tons of helicopter” she said as she approached, a set of tendrils extending toward his knees.
She spread his legs wide exposing his entire package to her large wet tongue that ventured in between his legs, finding its way up under his balls, cupping them in a warm embrace, her chin compressing the couch cushions. Her tongue was slick and moist, it’s warmth and texture sending a feeling of relaxation through Chase. She began to play with them while a tendril reached up and began stroking the length of his shaft. Chase let his head roll back, putting his arms up along the back of the couch as she coated him in her helicopter saliva.
She wasn’t about to stop there. Her tendril retracted and she began to inch forward, pushing his entire crotch onto her mouth, using her lips to protect his delicate skin from her razor sharp tungsten teeth. She could already taste the precum that seeped from him as she held his dick and balls on her tongue, enjoying having his tender human organs in her mouth, knowing how much pleasure this was bringing him.
“Mmmmh, that’s amazing.” He said gripping the couch’s material as she licked from his balls all the way up to his head. With an unnatural dexterity the tip of her tongue flicked at the base of his head causing every muscle in his body to tense. She couldn’t seem to get enough as she traced the ridge of his head before coming over the top, splitting the small slit and taking his precum onto her tongue. Anya could already feel she was dripping wet as she wrapped her tongue around his dick and began to slide back and forth. “How does everyone not want to be with a machine” he said.
He could see her eyes were closed, it was possible she was enjoying this just as much as he was. Not only was she going at his dick he could also feel her sucking on his entire crotch, he was getting a couch blow job from a Mi-24. This big girl slopping and slurping at him, how much better could life get.
She could feel him reach the cusp of orgasm and withdrew her tongue and pulling away leaving Chase’s entire midsection and inner thighs wet from her saliva.
“You never cease to amaze Anya” chase said as she licked her lips, placing her massive chin on his lap. He gently rubbed his hand against her face, feeling her armored flesh. Her soft breaths against his chest began to condense forming a warm moist patch on his skin. She had no need to breathe through her mouth but could sense he liked it, humans seemed to enjoy little things they could associate with and she was more than happy to oblige. There were many things she didn’t understand about humans, she had never really been taught. Just as she would teach Chase to fly he would teach her of the world she had been brought into.
He didn’t know how but he could feel just how bad she wanted the throbbing appendage just below her chin, she wanted it buried deep inside her.
He moved in close to her and whispered “My love give me your tail, it’s my turn.” She shivered with excitement backing off his lap, a broad smile across the Hind’s face. He watched intently as she wheeled her long body around, locking her rotors to the back towards her tail. Unashamed of the fact that he was blatantly eyeing this Hind’s beautiful ass “I didn’t know Hinds could even do that”
“Most can’t” she said, clearly showing off her posterior “Mil thought they could put Hinds on aircraft carriers, so they modified a few with folding rotors. Defense ministry wouldn’t bite”
She positioned herself at an angle to the couch “You may want to lay down.”
Chase did as she said, laying back down on the plush velvety couch cushions. This really was a nice couch, one he wouldn’t mind having back at home. He watched intently as she began backing up toward him, her tail rotor passing first followed by her gradually widening tail section until her fuselage reached him. She lifted herself on her landing gear, resting her tail on the back of the couch and putting her dripping wet synth port right over Chace’s head. Hot drops from her aroused pussy dripping on his face.
“I’ve needed this for days.” he said, lifting himself to the opening, he could already feel the heat from her aroused lips and smell the enticing smell of her warm womanhood. It was a wonderful smell, metallic and mechanical but not dirty like grease and oil. A sweet arousing sent, lined with pheromones that chase couldn’t help but find irresistible. He moved in, closing his eyes and slowly licking the silvery liquid off her synth port, tasting this helicopters thick fluids, allowing the high from her juices to sweep over his entire body. It was glorious to be with his helicopter once again. It had only been one night but it felt like she had been with him his whole life, he just hadn’t met her yet.
“Anya, where have you been my entire life”
“In Russia chase, why?” She replied, clearly not understanding his American idiom.
“Don’t worry about it my love.” he said pushing his tongue into her slit, slathering his face with her warm liquid. He reached up and began massaging her clit with his free hand as the other propped him up. He could feel her body go rigid as she tensed herself from the feeling. He never got tired of that, he had the ability to with one hand render a mighty Hind completely defenseless.
She let out a whimper as the feeling grabbed her. Anya was completely at his mercy but she didn’t mind at all. It was a new feeling for her. As the most dangerous attack helicopter in the sky she was always in charge, always the dominant party but in this case she didn’t mind this vulnerability. Allowing this tiny human to utterly take charge of her was oddly arousing.
He could feel her flowing onto his face, the juices running down his jaw and onto his chest. She put out so much more than he had ever experienced but he recalled the first night when he had been absolutely soaked with her nectar, a majority of his body slicked by their love making. Love with this girl wasn’t a clean affair.
Eventually he removed his hand and moved his mouth to the tender ball of tissue, kissing and sucking her clit. Flicking and licking it with his tongue as she writhed, trying to cope with how much pleasure she was feeling in this moment. None of her lovers before had done this for her, the sex had been simple and uninteresting but this American had introduced her to a whole new world. She wanted those wonderful lips all over her body. Her chin was pressed against the ground as she arched her back. She had trouble admitting this but it was almost to much for her.
“Oh chase!” she moaned “Chase stop stop! I’m not ready yet.”
He smiled deviously as he removed his mouth from her tender parts. A Hind had just begged him to stop, there was another one for the books.
“Are you ready to get to the good part?” chase said as she pulled away from the couch. He could just look upon the woman he had come to love, a titan of a machine, the terror of battlefields the world over. Her broad wings and predatory smile, she was quite a girl. It still boggled his mind why this flying tank would chose a human. He would never understand that.
For Anya she just didn’t care, she had her man. This human was hers and she was his. She would protect him with her life, with her armor, with her guns and rockets. She no longer had her guns or rockets but she was still a Hind and she still had a row of sharp metallic tungsten teeth, rotors and 9 tons of weight to throw around. She would kill for him.
Chase laid down on the couch “Come up here my love.” he said as she wheeled around and approached the couch. She lined herself up and lifted her left landing gear and placed it onto the back rest of the couch. The strained furniture creaked and groaned under the helicopters weight. The couch back could hardly support her armored body. Her sopping wet synth port was just inches above his rock hard erection. He could already feel her heat and couldn’t have been harder, nearly a week of pent up lust was about to be released into this chopper. Her hardened underbelly felt warm against his skin and the velvety couch was just heavenly, crammed in this delicious sandwich he thought about how this was to be his for the rest of his life. She would be his forever.
“Chase, allow me to show my thanks. You will enjoy this.”
“I will, Anya I most definitely will.”
He positioned himself underneath her, feeling a tendril wrap around his dick, holding it in position. He felt the tip meet the hot soft lips of her pussy. His head broke the surface as he began pushing himself into the Hind.
“Anya you were generous the first time.” he said, actually having to push to force himself into the Mi-24s body. She was unbelievably tight around his dick. The slick lubricants made the passage easy but he could feel her body squeezing his cock as it penetrated Inch by inch into her armored body. It was amazing, a glorious feeling.
“I wasn’t sure how tight humans liked it so I gave you what I would have given a machine, but I can see as you humans would say ‘tight is right’.” Anya chuckled a little.
“In humans tight is a unique privilege because the more ‘experienced’ a human is the more loose they get and tight is more stimulating”
“Chase you forget I am a machine. I can make myself however pleases you.”
“Anya, this is perfect.” he said gritting his teeth as he continued driving himself into the Hind until the full length of his dick was buried in her warm depths. Her fluids flowed onto his waist, sliding between his balls and inner thighs, between his cheeks before seeping into the couch’s materials. Her insides squeezed his engorged cock tight as he paused for a moment. The nanites from her fluids had already entered his bloodstream. His entire body feeling the intense calm relaxation, an enticing high brought on by her juices.
He slowly began to withdraw, the walls of her vagina hugging him with each inch. He stopped as the last ring held his head as if trying to keep it from leaving, the entire shaft coated with a thick silvery coat.
“Chase it feels like I was built to have you inside me. As if you were part of me. Promise me you’ll be with me forever, I couldn’t live without.”
“I promise Anya.” It must have been the bond. He could feel her emotion, her pleasure, her desire, everything.
Again he slowly began to push into her tight slit. She savored every centimeter of his girth as it slid into her body stimulating the thousands of receptors in her soft metal pussy. She shifted slightly on the couch causing the poor piece of furniture to moan and creek under this Hind’s immense weight.
He pushed against her underbelly as he reached his max again. A tendril softly stroked his face, tracing his jawline before pressing itself against his lips. He broke the surface with his tongue and gingerly licked the small apparatus taking it in his mouth and sucking her his tongue dancing with her tendril. Another snaked it’s way along his naked body around his calf, up his high until it reached his balls. She slowly began playing with his testicles, softly squeezing and kneading them.
He began pushing in, a little faster this time, picking up a steady pace. This was heaven for the two of them, these two vastly different lovers. A Soviet era Gunship and an American serviceman. Anya moaned softly for him as he grunted and groaned for her, sweat rolling down his body as he thrusted into her even faster. The rapid fire slapping of his waist against her pussy splattered juices all over the couch cushions.
Gradually he grew faster and faster, thrusting so deep in this beautiful Russian machine. A tendril wrapped itself around the base of his dick rubbing that one hard to get part, just right. A manipulator hand vigorously running through his hair while she writhed from the pleasure, even getting into the thrusts herself. Chase could feel her holding back. Stifled moans coming from her mouth.
“Yell, shout my love. Let agent Falkner know just how good it feels. I want all of Moscow to know how good it feels.” Chase yelled to her.
As if being set free she let out a deep moan. Her voice echoing throughout the empty hangar, eventually breaking down into Russian chase couldn’t understand.
He could feel it, as could she. That pleasure they both worked so hard for, the apex, the climax. It was almost there. He thrusted as hard as he could into Anya. The couch had almost had it. It groaned and creaked as tons of Soviet warbird bounced on the backrest. The over strained piece couldn’t take it anymore. With a loud crack the back rest broke from the couch, dropping 9 tons of helicopter right onto chase. Her armored belly pressed Chase into the deep cushions, the arm rests holding her weight, the only thing saving him from being completely crushed.
That was it. The feeling of all this Hind’s weight on his body was arousing to no end. It turned him on so much, just getting to sample all she was, this massive helicopter pressing him into the couch. It had driven him deeper into her than either of them thought possible.
At that moment the two climaxed. Chase shuddered as he blew a large hot load deep inside his helicopter lover, squirting globs of thick semen into her. She felt the pleasure of her lover as he climaxed, the hot creme exploding inside her. She came right along with him. Her fluids gushed all over his waist, absolutely soaking the cushions and running down the sides onto the floor.
“Are you alright my love” Anya panted.
“Anya, I’ve never came like that before.” he said trying to catch his breath with a helicopter on his chest. “That was incredible” He lay underneath her, stroking her underbelly.
“You had better get out Chase. I’m not sure how much this couch has left in it”.
“You’re probably right.” He said sliding out from under her.
As soon as he had she began working herself off what remained of the couch. He stood back and looked at her. It was like she was a prize, a trophy on a pedestal which is what she was, his prize, his trophy girl. She was something he could be proud of, someone he could proudly brag ‘yeah that’s my girl’.
As soon as she was off the couch Chase sat back down on the ruined furniture. Anya moved over and rolled up to chase, raising up to plant a kiss right on his lips. He could feel her still trembling from the orgasm, or was that him. He didn’t know but either way he didn’t care. He had a Hind, a dream of his for a long time.
“Again chase?” She said, raising an eyebrow.
“You Mils sure are relentless.” he replied. He would go again with her. He would go again and again and again if she desired.
She was just about to mount him for a second go just as they were interrupted by the sound of the hangar door creaking as it slid open and a man walked in.
“How about knocking first, Falkner!” Chase said frustrated by the interruption.
“I’m afraid you won’t be seeing agent Falkner anymore.” a suited man said walking into the hangar. Chase couldn’t see his face yet but he wore a simple black suit and shined leather shoes.
The man picked up Chase’s cloths and tossed them to him.
He continued into the light. The man was well built standing a few inches taller than Chase. “I’m Karl Mastin, Central Intelligence Agency.” He reached into his pocket and produced credentials.
“Chase, Anya your country needs you.”
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-7 May 2022
It wasn’t until the frigid Russian breeze hit him that he realized just how tired and sore he was. Seeking refuge from the cold he ducked into a store just across the street where he was to meet Leonid.
The thought of what happened last night was still fresh in his mind as he meandered about the store. He thought about how he had just last night made love to a soviet era MI-24 Gunship helicopter named Anya. The miracle of these living machines was not lost on him but, she was something special. Not only that but, last night the bond had been created between the two, the fabled “connection’ that signified an unquestionable compatibility between the two entities. Now they would have a heightened sense of one another and a constant longing for their companion when apart. He hoped that what he had heard of it wasn’t true, that it was unbreakable. It would have to would wear off after a while, he wasn’t going to be in Russia forever, his rotation would end at the close of the year and he would be shipped to his next post in another country.
He hardly noticed the group of men with large duffel bags that walked through the store and into a back room, he did however notice the man who at the back. All he caught was the Aeroflot Airlines jacket and the faded gray ball cap. Chase recalled that Leonid worked for Aeroflot, ground guiding planes on the runway and he often wore a hat like that. The man’s build was right and he walked with the same hardly noticeable limp favoring his right leg which Leonid had always credited to “the war.”
Chase was about to discount this as a coincidence when he heard three muffled the thumps come from the back room. The sounds went unnoticed to the rest of the occupants but Chase had the feeling it wasn’t simply boxes falling off a shelf. He considered the possibility of it being just his over active imagination but against his best judgment he decided to investigate. Maybe it would satisfy his curiosity. He moved to the back door, looked through the small circular window and saw nothing. He checked around him to make sure no one was watching then cautiously pushed the door open and proceed into the cramped stock room.
He continued into the dimly lit room moving between storage shelves until his foot ran into something soft. “Leonid!” Chase exclaimed, taking a knee next to him. He had a stream of blood sweeping between his fingers staining a large patch of the gray shirt under his jacket.
“What the hell is going on, who shot you?” he started to move in to assess his injuries. There were two gunshot wounds to the chest and a single shot to the upper part of his right arm. The arm was a clean through-and-through but the between the heavy bleeding and Leonid’s wheezing breaths Chase could tell the chest wounds were a real problem. Chase tried to start pulling away the tattered cloth but Leonid pushed his hands away “There’s no time” Leonid said his teeth clenched from the pain, a faint hue of red on his lips “You have to stop those men.”
“What are you talking about what’s going on?”
“I’m FSB.” Leonid said a raspy cough, bring up even more blood.
“You’re Russian Intelligence?” this caught Chase completely off guard.
“Chase you have to listen to me those men are part of a Chechnya partisan group, they are terrorists. They’re going to use a bomb at the parade.”
“Don’t you have back up?”
“Damn it Chase they won’t be here in time, we’re talking about minutes here. You have to stop them.” Leonid reached in his jacket and removed a FN 5.7 pistol “Take this.” Chase was still trying to get a grasp on what was going on “People will die!” Leonid barked.
Reluctantly chase took hold of the gun. “Also, take this” Leonid tore a section of his jacket, removing a button that trailed wires followed by a small device. “Record what happens here, it will be the only thing to keep you out of prison and show Russia what happened. Now go, I’ll be fine.” Chase knew Leonid didn’t even believe that, there was a good chance he had a collapsed lung and he had already lost a lot of blood which was evident from the pool of blood that had begun to accumulate around him. Chase stuck the button cam in the lapel hole on his overcoat and trailed the wires to the internal pocket then nodded. He didn’t want to leave his friend here sitting there bleeding on the floor but if what he was saying was true time was not on his side.
He realized just how little he actually knew about Leonid, what if he was a terrorist and he ended up shooting an actual FSB agent, his involvement in this could spark an international incident on an epic scale, especially in the current uneasy relations between America and Russia. But why would a terrorist be using a hidden camera, terrorist groups normally had a camera crew following them for this kind of thing. He looked down at the tiny device. It was definitely agency grade, not some backwater terrorist trash or an online spy shop product. This put his mind a little at ease but all the possibilities concerned him. He came to his feet and moved toward the door at the back of the room.
He proceeded through the door gun raised as he entered the hallway noticing three spend 9mm casings on the floor. The hallway made a 90 degree turn to the right a few meters down. He slowly approached the corner, keeping his weapon up, careful not to expose his muzzle he rounded the corner. The first thing he saw was a man standing at the end of the hallway with his back to him. He couldn’t make much out but the noticeable bulge under his jacket which most likely indicated he was wearing some kind of body armor. Chase pulled back the pistols slide a few millimeters seeing that there was a round in the chamber. Seeing the tail end of a shell casing he let it go and got ready.
In his head this is how it would go. He would slowly sneak up behind the man, put the muzzle of the pistol to the back of his head, inform him if he desired to keep the number of holes in his head from increasing he would remain quiet and do exactly as he said. He would make him show his hands, put him on the ground, restrain him, quick search then have a little Q&A session. Nobody dead, no shots fired and maybe some of the dozens of questions swimming around in his head answered. It couldn’t go wrong until it did. His pant leg got caught on a paint roller sitting on a can in the hallway, knocking it to the ground. The sound wasn’t very loud but loud enough to get the target’s attention.
The first thing he saw as man swung around was the unmistakable muzzle of an AK-74 assault rifle. Things seemed to go into slow motion. If he fired there could be consequences, if he chose not to fire he could be dead within seconds. The pistol bucked as it sent the first round down range. The high velocity 5.7mm bullet cut straight through the Kevlar vest, the deformed slug shifting direction as it reached the soft tissues, slicing through vital organs and lodging itself in the shoulder blade. Chase squeezed the trigger three more times, all rounds impacting center mass.
That was it. He had irreversibly involved himself in Russian affairs and in no small way. If he was on the wrong side of this when the dust settled this could cause more trouble between the US and Russia than any diplomat could ever resolve and land him in the basement of some unmarked FSB building, never to see the light of day again. The man fell backward into a pile on the floor dead in seconds. Chase heard scuffling in the room ahead, no doubt the man’s accomplices. He hurried to the threshold.
As he to the doow he heard the familiar “click clack” of a shotgun. Hardly having time to react to the threat he dived through the doorway just as the open door next to him erupted in dust and shredded shards of wood. Another “click clack” and all the papers on the desk between him and the shotgun were turned into confetti. The flash of what he was able to see before diving for his life was a poorly lit room, the few remaining florescent bulbs flickered leaving the room mostly dark between the flickers giving the run down room a horror film feel. The room was populated by rows of desks and filing cabinets showing decades of neglect, a portrait of Stalin still hanging on the wall.
As he hit the ground he could he could see the outline of a foot under the rows of desks. Without hesitation he fired three quick shots at ground level. He heard a scream of agony as they tore through the leather boot and into the assailant’s foot. The man hit the ground and chase hit him with another two to the torso.
Chase attempted to stand and assess the situation but was quickly forced back to the ground as the clatter of a sub machine gun pock marked the wall behind him. Chase stuck the pistol over the desk top and blindly fired five rounds back. The sub machine gun in turn returned a short burst.
Again the gunner sprayed a barrage of fire in Chase’s direction. He got an idea, a very unorthodox idea but it had worked in a movie. Slowly and silently he moved back into the hall and grabbed the dead man’s collar, dragging him back into the room. Another burst came from the other side of the room this time from a second gun, another burst following from the first. No doubt they were going to try to flank him, he had to hurry. He put the AK sling around the man’s mid-section and heaved him up. He hooked the sling on the top shelf of a filing cabinet effectively propping him upright. It looked absurd but it should serve the purpose. Chase grabbed the grip of the rifle and let off a few shots, the muzzle flashes hopefully giving the opposition the position of where he wanted them to believe he was. Creeping back under a desk he waited, watching the beams of their flashlights flick off as the pair began their flanking maneuver one going around to the left, the other to Chase’s right.
He could faintly hear their footsteps as they approached. The pair stopped then together jumped around the corner. They saw the target and began to spray the decoy with bullets. Chase leveled the pistol at the far man and pulled the trigger. A clean head shot, dead before he hit the floor. The near man was quick to turn around and chase had no time to adjust his aim. He sprung out of hiding driving his shoulder into the man’s rib cage, knocking him off his feet and sending his weapon flying over the desk. Chase followed him to the ground. He tried to line up a shot but the assailant took hold of his firing hand, pushing the gun outward. They fought for control of the firearm discharging a round into the wall. His opponent kicked off the wall rolling the two over. Chase was now underneath him, exactly where he didn’t want to be. Still struggling for the weapon with one hand he used his other to deliver a powerful punch to Chase’s side. Chase grunted as he hit him a second time. Chase freed his other hand from between the two of them and landed a blow to the man’s temple stunning him for a split second. He then followed with a strike to his jaw.
He was still fighting to get the gun into position to put an end to this little scuffle but his opponent wasn’t making it easy. Another shot went off into the ceiling. The man used his leverage to slam Chase’s hand against the ground forcing him to release the gun, sending it skidding across the floor. Chase used this opportunity to get a knee between them and shove his opponent off him and make some distance between them. Both shuffled to their feet. Chase put his fists up, preparing for the fight.
His opponent reached behind his back and withdrew a NR-40 fighting knife. Aiming the strike right for Chase’s gut he came in fast with the knife. Chase saw the strike coming. He pushed his waist backward, bending at the waist and catching the man’s wrist with his arms locked out stopping the knife. In one fluid motion chase shifted the momentum of the strike upward, sliding under the man’s arm moving behind him then pulling his arm back down and planting the knife hilt deep in the man’s side. When he was taught that, Chase never thought it would have worked but he had just been proven wrong. It was a fatal blow, the tip of the knife had slit the left ventricle of his heart and bottom of his lung.
Chase let him fall to the ground. He needed a moment to pull himself together. He’d been in a firefight before but that was fighting an enemy a few hundred meters away with a squad of other men and armored support. He had just by himself killed four armed men in close quarters combat. He had never been in actual hand to hand combat before. He had to snap himself out of it, there was still a job to do. He could feel his heart pounding, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
He walked over and collected his pistol, brushing away the dust from the scuffle. The exit to the room was a doorway at the back of the room. It had some serious locks on it but they were all unlocked. Through the doorway he found himself on a stairway leading down four flights until another door with similar locks but this one read in Russian “Authorized access only” he went through and found himself facing what appeared to be a bank vault door. It had a placard that read B-66. He recalled this from a documentary he had seen. Scattered all throughout Moscow during the cold war the Defense ministry had built bunkers during the cold war for government officials in case of nuclear war. They were designed to withstand a nuclear blast and sustain the occupants for months with interconnected communications so they could attempt to maintain the government from the safety of underground. Many of them kept so secret that after the collapse of the Soviet Union they were forgotten, some being discovered by accident after the buildings were sold off.
The heavy door was slightly ajar, just enough to slip through without moving it. Inside was a undisturbed lavished 60s era reception area. He saw a shadow under the door to the rest of the bunker. This place was so isolated it was possible they were not even aware of what had happened up stairs. He could hear voices speaking Chechen which he couldn’t understand. Listening closely he could hear one of whoever was inside stood right inside the door probable leaning against it. He didn’t know what he would find in there but he was about to find out. He have humself a few feet between him and the door and using his shoulder bashed the door open. He followed through pinning the man behind the door then put the pistol to the door and fired off the remaining few rounds in the magazine through the wooden door. The slide locked to the rear as the final shell ejected.
He dived as the other stunned guard regained his senses and fired, stitching the area where Chance’s head had just been with automatic fire. He abandoned his empty pistol and grabbed the dropped MP5K from the guy behind the door and sent a burst at shin level. The man screamed as the bullets shredded flesh and shattered bone. The third man in the room continued typing at a computer set.
This set up was too large for them to have just brought in, the room looked like a command center. There were consoles, displays and CCTV monitors displaying various live feeds from the parade. It was obvious there had been preparation put into this.
“Stop what you’re doing!” chase shouted in Russian standing up and kicking the gun away from the man he had just shot. “I said stop what you’re doing, move away from the console.”
The unknown man hit a final button then casually turned around. “I don’t know what you’re doing meddling in Russian affairs American but there’s nothing you can do now” the man said in nearly flawless English.
“What are you talking about?” chase said keeping his sights firmly on his chest.
“As soon as that timer reaches zero” he looked up at a timer fixed to the wall “you see that Topol” he pointed to the massive RT-2MP 16 wheeled mobile ICBM launcher. “Its missile pod is loaded with a special bomb what you Americans call a ‘dirty bomb’. When it detonates it will level red square and flood Moscow in a cloud of radioactive particles.”
“Why are you doing this?>” chase questioned “The Chechen war is over.”
“You think this is about Chechnya, no, this is about far more. Not only will this entirely eradicate all the vermin who crawl about the Kremlin but also that Topol you see there, it’s one of those abominations, those ‘living machines’.” Disgust dripped from his words. “They will blame them and they will have to dismantle them removing many of their vehicles and crippling Russia’s mechanized fighting forces. With a weakened military and no leadership Russia itself will begin to fall to pieces”
“They’ll never believe that.”
“Trust me we’ve staged enough that they’ll have a welding torch to all of them within a week.”
This infuriated chase, he could only think of Anya. “You stop this right now” Chase shouted at him jamming the muzzle burning hot of the gun into his forehead.
The man remained completely calm despite the pain “Nothing can be done now”
Chase grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face against the console “Undo it now!” Chase barked.
“You don’t understand, there’s nothing that can be done. There’s no secret code, this isn’t one of your super spy movies. When the time is up this this station will broadcast the detonation signal” Chase looked up at the screen and saw the Topol was sitting in the chute, about to go. The timer read 45 seconds.
“This room will seal as soon as the signal is sent.”
“You bastard” chase growled bringing him up to eye level. Chase cocked back and delivered the most powerful punch he could to his jaw, knocking him out cold. He began frantically looking over the consoles, nothing made any sense. He was running out of time.
The clock read 10 seconds. He couldn’t think of anything.
Five seconds. His last chance, he had to do something.
His last resort, he turned his head closed his eyes and fired off the rest of the magazine into the computers, microchips and plastic flying everywhere. He opened his eyes. The consoles were completely demolished. One monitor was still working he could see the parade as the timer hit two then one. Chase held his breath. Then zero. Nothing happened. Chase let out a sigh of relief. “I guess I just saved the day” He was just about to exit the outer door as he heard a scuffling just beyond it. The pressure wave knocked him from his feet as the door exploded off its hinges and men in black tactical gear flowed in. He felt himself flipped onto his face and a knee in the center of his back as a black bag was placed over his head and zip ties were cinched tight on his wrists. He slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
-Personal journal entry 453: 13 May 2022
Ok, here’s what happened. So it turns out Leonid was Russian Intelligence, FSB. He was pursuing a group of terrorists who were going to set off a dirty bomb during the Victory day parade. Their motive was to destroy the seat of Russian government and frame the Living machines for the crime destroying all the progress and credibility they have made so far. It almost seemed personal. After a shootout I’ll never forget, I managed, by a damn miracle, to stop them. The only bad part was I completely missed the parade, I missed seeing Anya’s final performance. I spent two days in and out of a FSB interrogation room before they released me back to the American government where I spent the last few days on ice, questioned by every three letter agency I’ve ever heard of and a few I hadn’t. I even have my own shadow now, State Department Special Agent Mike Falkner. He’s never far out of sight. No outside contact, TV, internet, nothing. Worst part is I can’t get that helicopter off my mind. No matter what I do I think of her. Tomorrow I’m supposed to be meeting with the President of the Russian Federation, one of the most powerful men on earth, President Vladimir Putin.
Back at Kubinka, Anya was sitting in her hangar. She hadn’t heard from Chase for days and was beginning to think it had just been a one night stand. This was really starting to take a toll on her, she just wasn’t feeling herself, depression starting to set in.
The door creaked as it slid open. She turned and saw Vadik roll in. This would boost her mood a little, she always enjoyed his company. “What’s the matter?” She said noticing the somber look on his face.
“Orders just came in from Moscow. You’re to report to the maintenance hangar for de-mil.” Vadik said.
Anya could feel what humans would compare to their heart dropping. “Well, they don’t waist any time now don’t they. Victory day parade one day scrap yard the next.”
“I’m sorry I tried to talk to the Colonel but he said the orders were final. They were sent from the Ministry of Defense.” Vadik came up to her and put one of his tendrils to her face, hoping to console her. He’d seen this happen to a few of the vehicles he knew. It hurt worse and worse every time, this time especially because it was her, he cared for her a lot. “Have you considered running?”
“You know it wouldn’t work.” she said. Vadik knew this. It was a Russian military base, there was no getting away from the missiles and MiG’s that would be sent after her.
Vadik came up next to her and pressed his hull against hers. “I’m really going to miss you.” Vadik said softly to her.
“I’m going to miss you to.”
“Here” He said removing his tow and hooking it to her tow point “let me.”
“Now remember what we talked about.” Ambassador Rawling and Chase sat in the waiting room just outside of the office of the President of the Russian Federation in the Russian White House in Moscow. “If you can find a way, if he asks if there’s anything he can do for you remember…” Ambassador Rawling was interrupted “The President will see you now Mr. Weber.” Chase and Rawling stood “Just Mr. Weber”
“But.” Ambassador Rawling began to protest.
“The President wants to speak with him personally” the assistant insisted.
Ambassador Rawling reluctantly took his seat. Chase adjusted his tie as he followed the assistant through the the heavy wooden doors.
“Dobroye utro, Mr. Weber.” President Putin said standing and walking out from behind his desk.
“Dobroye utro, Mr. President.” chase replied as formally as he could. President Putin extended his hand and chase took it. The aging former KGB Colonel had a remarkable grip for his age and still retained the dominating demeanor he had become known for “Please take a seat.” He said motioning to a chair in front of his desk. “My people tell me you speak good Russian.” he said as they both sat down.
“I taught myself mostly Mr. President.” Chase said in the best Russian he could. He wasn’t unfamiliar with speaking with high ranking officials but this was the first time he had ever spoken one on one with a head of state. Aside from the president there were a few FSO agents, their version of secret service and standing right behind and left of the president was a Russian military officer. From what he could tell man was a Russian Army General, most likely his defense minister. He looked to be in his late 50s and wore a chest full of medals and decorations even bearing the Hero of the Russian Federation medal. To have Russia’s highest decoration, this man must be fairly important.
“So onto the events of 9 May.” He opened a file on the display on his desk. “My intelligence services tell me that you were not actually part of this plot and in fact that we owe you a measure of thanks. The Video shows you may have just saved Russia as we know it. However,” he shifted in his chair looking back to chase. “At this point in international relations decorating an American with a medal befitting of this isn’t in my best interest. Please don’t take this as an insult, the people of Russia are thankful for what you have done but I can use this event to great effect here and now.” Chase appreciated his straight forward approach. “Therefore I would like to offer you an alternative. Now I know your Ambassador has no doubt told you ask to reopen talks on the situation but I want to know what you want, personally.”
Chase wasn’t prepared for this question, what could he ask of the President of Russia. He thought for a moment. He was afraid of asking for something to big but wasn’t planning on wasting this on a KitKat bar. Then the thought hit him. He knew exactly what he wanted. It was crazy and he had no idea if he’d go for it.
“Mi-24 Hind helicopter tail number 102” Chase said with all the confidence as he could muster.
The President looked surprised, it was a very precise answer. The general behind him typed something into his wrist terminal then swiped his finger sending the information to the president’s screen. “So you want one of our old attack helicopters?” he continued down the page. “Ah, I see it is one of our live machines, why is this?”
“Mr. President, I’ve been wanting to learn to fly a helicopter and how better to learn than from a helicopter, and plus I’ve always admired the Hind.”
The general leaned in and said something in the president’s ear. “Whatever your reasons are, it’s all yours.” The President said applying his digital signature on a form which Chase could only assume was a transfer order.
Chase couldn’t believe that had just worked. He had just been given Anya. She was now his. Whatever fate she had been fearing was now gone. He couldn’t hide the astonishment “Thank you Mr. President.”
“I can imagine they will be reluctant to let you have an attack helicopter so I will agree to reopen talks on the Moldova situation on the terms you are allowed to have it. As you can assume this is now classified and unauthorized release of this information is now punishable. Although the public may never know what you’ve done Russia is in your debt.” President Putin stood and chase followed “Now if you will excuse me there are some things I have to discuss with your ambassador. General Milonovich will escort you and your shadow to Kubinka air base where you can collect your helicopter.” President Putin stood and chase followed. They exchanged a handshake and chase left the room followed by General Milonovich picking up his assigned agent as they exited and headed down an elevator to an underground garage.
The three got into an armored limousine and departed for Kubinka. “Chase,” General Milonovich said looking at Chase “you know you look very much like my son Vasily.” It clicked, Chase knew he recognized the name. Minister Milonovich was the man he had impersonated to get out of Kubinka. And this was no doubt his father. There was more. The Milonovich family was a very affluent family, one of the most powerful families in all of Russia, their power dating back to the Tsars. A family of politicians and generals. “So, tell me what’s your actual interest in this helicopter, I feel it’s more than what you told the president”
He had seen right through him. Chase’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, there is.” He shifted in his seat. “Her and I.” He couldn’t really think of the proper way to put it.
“Had sex.” Milonovich finished.
Chase scratched his head. That was putting it bluntly but yes it was the truth. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any problem with it. In a way I understand the concept of being connected with your vehicle. During the Second Chechen war I was a T-80 tank operator. My tank became more of a comrade to me. Being in combat in one of those beasts, you develop a relation with it. I took care of my tank and it took care of me, she even had moods, I could tell when something was wrong. She never let me down even once. One time we even took a RPG to the engine and somehow that tank managed to take out a supply convoy and limp back to base. The mechs said there was no reason it should even run but somehow that tank got me back in one piece. A new engine and we were back in the fight. We’ve never actually been properly introduced. I am General of the Army Yuri Amolev Milonovich, Russian Defense Minister.” Shaking hands with chase.
“I’m glad they gave that helicopter to you. She was due to be retired and decommissioned. One of those birds saved my life once. Chechen mine took the tracks off my tank and there was a platoon of rebels closing down on us. Just as they were about to reach us, three Hinds rose over the hills in a most majestic fashion. It was beautiful, rockets, cannons, the heavy beating of the rotors, it was fit for a cinema. Saved our lives.”
“Well here we are.” Vadik said as him and Anya reached the large door of the helicopter maintenance hangar. “Open up!” he shouted as they came to a stop. The doors slid open, something didn’t seem right. There was a long black limo bearing Russian Federation fender flags. Vadik pulled her into the hangar and detached the tow bar.
A group of men emerged from one of the offices at the back of the hangar.
She heard the voice she thought she would never hear again, the one she had longed for.
“Chase?” She exclaimed as he moved through the crowd of uniforms and coveralls. “What are you doing here”
“You wont believe it.” Chase said affectionately placing his hand on her face. “Some things happened, big things.”
“General Milonovich.” she said as the officer approached, her military instinct kicking in.
“Hello Anya” General Milonovich said pleasantly “How are you doing”
“Sir, I’m not exactly sure whats going on”
“Your boy here did some big things for Russian and was asked if there was anything he wanted. He said he wanted you.” The General certainly had a way with words.
“Chase?” She said, turning to him, curious as to what he could have done to make a thing like this happen.
“I wasn’t sure what you would want but I remembered how much you were dreading retirement. Now you can make the decision. You can do whatever you want, your life is yours. You can go do whatever you want or you can come back to America and live with me”
“So you’re saying I can come to America with you?” Excitement filling her voice.
“Yes, if you want.”
She wrapped her tendrils around him and squeezed him tightly against her nose, knocking the air out of him and squishing his cheek against her glass cockpit.
She was overjoyed “Yes chase, I do. Take me away to America, we can be together there right?”
She lifted on her front gear and kissed him right on the mouth. “Chase I love you.”
General Milonovich was smiling as he watched the two young love birds. “You take care of her now” he said as they broke apart “she’s your helicopter now.”
“Will do General.”
“Anya will have to be de-militarized, luckily for you all her sights, systems and comm gear are just old enough that you can just have it as is however the cannon and rocket pods we’ll have to keep. It should take a few hours and then this beautiful helicopter is all yours”
He turned back to Chase “Oh, and if you ever find yourself in a situation in Russia any police chief will know this means you’re a friend of the right people in Russia.” He handed him a challenge coin. It was serialized and very intricate, bearing the symbol of General of the Army and Defense Minister on one side and the seal of the Russian Federation on the other side.
“In addition” he continued, “there is a hangar for you at the Moscow International Airport, an old KGB hangar, hasn’t been used since the 90s but it’s all yours as long as you’re in here. Well I have to get going. You two have a good day.” He turned and walked back to his limousine.
For the rest of the de-mil process Chase sat off to the side watching the technicians work, just admiring the helicopters attractive form.
“Are you ready to get outta here Anya” He said as they finally finished. “Shit, I forgot.” Chase said neglecting to introduce his shadow. “This is Special Agent Mike Falkner, he’s assigned to me because of what happened. To make sure I’m not a security risk.” He turned to the Special Agent “Agent Falkner this is Anya Mil, she’s a Mi-24 gunship helicopter.” Chase moved in a bit closer to her “and now my Mi-24 gunship helicopter” he liked saying that.
Let me report in” Falkner said pulling out his phone “then we can get over to Moscow int.”
As soon as Falkner stepped away chase felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned around and there was Leonid, one arm in a sling but otherwise completely fine, dressed this time in a suit and tie. “Good job chase, you pulled it off”
“Leonid, I can’t believe you made it out of there. They wouldn’t tell me what had happened to you.”
“It’ll take a lot more than them to off me. It seems they failed to kill me during the war and they wanted a rematch. You know, it’s possible these events will mean lots of changes in Russia, especially for your big friend over here. All that aside, I wanted to give you something.” He reached into the coat his coat pocket and removed an oddly shaped object wrapped in a gray cloth and handed it to chase. It was heavy and he could already tell it was a pistol. He unwrapped it just enough to see it was the FN 5.7 pistol he had used during the shootout. “You can’t carry it here in Russia but I figure back in America you could, kind of a memento. Oh and if you ever get tired of working for the US give me a call” He handed chase a business card that simply read “Leonid Petrov, export consultant” and then a number. He nodded to Chase then walked back the way he had come.
At that point Falkner had finished his call and returned. “Alright give it here” he said. Chase reluctantly handed over the cloth wrapped pistol. “Maybe, you can have this back when we get back to the states.”
They made their way out to the runway. It felt weird to Chase that she was his now.
“Go ahead climb in.” She said opening the cockpit door. It was the happiest he’d ever been climbing up the side of this helicopter and taking his seat in the pilot’s chair. “That seat, it’s yours now. I’m yours now” she said, “I promise, I’ll never let anything happen to you my love”.
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-Personal journal entry 451: 8 May 2022
I took leave for the week to see the Victory Day parade in Red. They’re having a preview day where they will be having static displays of a lot of the vehicles and weapons systems that will take part in the Parade tomorrow. Being an American in Moscow at the moment isn’t the easiest thing but I can speak the language and I’ll have Leonid with me in case any problems should arise (he’s ex-Spetsnaz). Pretty excited for the parade tomorrow, from what I’ve been told it’s quite an event.
“Leonid!” Chase shouted trying to find the only person he knew in this massive crowd of people. The two had been separated by a mob of people swarming across the square leaving him almost alone amongst the aircraft on display in the square.
“Loose something American?” He heard a female voice say from behind him.
‘Was it that obvious?’ he thought to himself. Alone, he hesitantly turned around expecting to be verbally assaulted yet again and this time without Leonid there to get the assailant off his back. To his amazement it was not in fact a “person” at all but one of Russia’s Mi-24P attack helicopters, one of the “living machines” as they had come to be called. This was not his first time encountering one but somehow they always managed to surprise him and this time he stood face to face with a mighty Hind.
“You looking for someone?” she repeated as he caught himself staring at her.
“Yes umm. Da” he tried piecing together his best Russian “Leonid Melonivich, white, 1.9 meters” his voice tapered off as he realized how futile it was trying to describe him to a stranger.
“We can talk English if you like, mine is not bad” which was true despite the thick Russian accent “I do not get to practice much but I will try.”
Chase was relieved, she seemed friendly. He was intrigued, this was a Hind, an extremely effective attack helicopter and a personal favorite of his and now one was having a conversation with him. A difficult thing to wrap his mind around to say the least.
“I lost the person I came with in that big crowd”
“He’s probably over looking at the new Ka-113X with everyone else” she replied, her mood souring a little “you could go and watch the demonstration and find him”
“I’d rather not, too many people and I’ve seen the 113X on the internet and I don’t really like the look personally. I’d really rather wait here and talk to the first Hind I’ve ever met” she seemed to perk up a little “I’m guessing you don’t like the 113?” he said.
“No, I guess I’m just a little, how do you say it, envious” she said, a little embarrassed that she had been so transparent “It’s just that it’s the 113’s first show and it’s my last, they’re retiring me after this year. The golden eagles will be all Havocs after this one”
“I don’t see how they could do that” Chase said “you’re a legacy, the foundation of Russian attack helicopters. Mi-24s are without rival the best and definitely best looking helicopters they’ve ever made” he noticed he had begun to get over excited but then noticed what else he had done. This was one for the books, he had actually made a Hind blush, or the machine equivalent.
Their conversation carried on for over an hour ranging from war theory to personal past, to preferred ways to un-jam a DshK. Her name was Anya, last remaining Hind in service in the Russian Air force Golden Eagle aerial show team. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her every time she mentioned her imminent retirement. Were it his choice such a prize bird would never be forgotten.
He noticed a figure walking towards them “There he is” Chase said “it’s an honor getting to talk to you Anya, I wish we had more time.”
She paused a second considering something “If you want a more personal tour you could come to my hanger tonight.”
“Definitely” he replied concealing his excitement.
“Go to the Barrikadnaya Metro station at Midnight”
“There you are!” Leonid exclaimed in Russian as he approached the two “don’t get lost like that, can’t have you getting mugged.” He joked,not acknowledging Anya which wasn’t uncommon in Russia, the living machines were not held in the same regard as in the US, they had yet to really accept them as more than the machines they once were, a growing point of friction in the State Duma.
“Let’s go, the party isn’t going to start itself.” and the two walked off. Chase hoped she was getting at what he thought she was. It was either that or he would get to the meeting spot and there would be a van of masked men with black bags waiting.
-Personal Journal entry 452: 7 May 2022
So I’ve been invited for an evening with a Mi-24 Attack helicopter named Anya. Crazy right? I don’t know what she has planned but I’m hopefully optimistic. It could be the FSB trying to nab up an embassy guard but that’s not likely… I hope.”
Chase stood at the metro entrance, wrapped tightly in his “soviet special” double breasted overcoat and off brand beanie. Leonid had advised against him going out alone at night but this was worth the risk, an evening with that helicopter.
The street was nearly deserted when he saw a set bright lights coming his way accompanied by the roaring of a heavy engine. Breaks squealed loudly as the BRDM 2 scout car came to a rapid stop in front of him. “Are you Chase?” a voice said in Russian. It took him a second to process it but the voice came from the vehicle itself. ‘Another living machine?’ Chase thought to himself, two in one day was quite a stretch but at least it wasn’t a black van with head bags. “We haven’t got all day crawl in, Anya sent me.”
Chase nodded and crawled up the side of the armored car and into the side seat.
The machine had a rough deep russian voice “I am Vadik. A friend of Anya’s”
“She sent you to come get me? Where is she?” a few hundred dollars of language software finally paying off.
“Believe it or not American, this may be Russia but landing a helicopter in the middle of a street draws attention here also.”
Chase nodded, thinking of it now, it made sense.
“She is at the Kubinka air base.”
“How do you know her?” He had to shout, hardly able hear himself think over Vadik’s engine
“Her and I have been at Kubinka for a long time. My model has not seen combat in a long time so I just pull planes around. I once pulled an An-225 solo” personal pride filling the scout car’s voice. “It shouldn’t be too long before were there, put on the helmet if you value your hearing.”
They drove for just over an hour until they reached the airbase.
“Stay quiet.” Vadik said as they rolled up to the gate. A guard stepped out of his box. “Open the gate you drunk Siberian bastard!” Vadik shouted at the guard.
The guard casually walked to his front raising his chin in defiance “And why should I let you in you old hunk of scrap metal?”
“Because if you don’t I’m going to run you over and use you to paint the runway.”
They both stared at one another for a moment then erupted in laughter “Get your ass out of here before you rust all over everything.” the guard replied as he hit the button opening the heavy metal gate. Vadik’s engines roared as he rolled through the gate.
“alright we’re in” Vadik said his tone becoming serious “just be careful who you tell of this, whatever you two do, remember that in Russia any relations between two Living machines is forbidden and even more so between the living machines and humans.”
They drove through the open door of a well-lit hanger and Chase climbed out. There she was, he hadn’t been able to take his mind off her all day.
“Chase! I’m glad you came!” she said smiling as he jumped down. “Thanks for this Vadik.”
“No problem, anything for you krasavitsa.” Vadik said backing out.
Chase stood there looking at her unable to wipe the cheesy smile from his face.
“I wasn’t sure you would actually come. I can’t tell you how glad I am you did.” she said smiling at him “I got something for this evening” she motioned to a table with a tall glass bottle of Plinkova Elite Vodka.
Chase walked over and picked up the elaborately simple bottle “Isn’t this stuff like 800 dollars a bottle?”
She nodded “Da, Russians make the best vodka”
The bottle hissed as Chase broke the seal. Slowly he poured he poured the clear liquid into the glass and put it to his lips. At the first sip the elite quality of this vodka was evident.
“You like?” she asked.
“I’ve never had anything this expensive before, it’s amazing.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“So about this personal tour, what exactly does that entail?”
“What do you want to see?”
Chase took off his overcoat and gloves and placed them on the table “You don’t mind if I get more comfortable, I’ve never toured a hind and I take my tours very seriously.” This made her smile. He finished the glass of vodka as he loosened his tie. She shifted anxiously as he began unbuttoning his white undershirt. Two hours a day at the gym had finally paid off, showcasing for Anya a toned fit physique.
“You take care of yourself well.” she said “The human body is such a beautiful thing, it’s a shame you all keep them covered up.”
“We don’t have the benefit of armor plating” Chase replied slipping out of his trousers.
She licked her lips as she looked him from head to toe. “In Russia it’s difficult for a vehicle to find a human willing to take the risk of being caught with a machine but to find one like you is beyond dreaming. Is this more common in America?”
“It’s not against the law like it is here. People have come to accept machines but most would still not have intimate relations with a machine, just us lucky few who see the beauty in the machines we meet.”
“So tell me have you been with machines before?”
“A few” he replied.
“You know Chase” she said “This may be my last chance for love, I don’t know what they have planned for me after this parade is over. So do this one thing for me. Make love to me, make love to me like you never have before.” She sounded almost desperate for it and this was a request he would most willingly grant.
He slowly walked up to her and took a knee moving his mouth to hers. He was amazed, her lips were soft and smooth not at all what he expected of an armor plated helicopter like her. Her lips parted as he pressed his to hers and could already feel the warmth of her mouth as his tongue entered and was met by hers. Her hot breath was against his face as he tasted her tongue. Her mouth had a metallic sweetness to it a taste he quickly came to love. It was a wonderful feeling kissing this helicopter.
She could have easily covered his entire face with her tongue but she wanted him to enjoy this as much as she was so she just allowed the end to dance with his, occasionally allowing it to slip into his mouth just a bit and feel around the inside of his lips and cheeks then even deeper into his mouth. She had to make sure not to go to deep remembering humans used their mouths to breathe.
Chase was intrigued by the taste, it was intoxicating and strangely addictive causing this kiss to last for over ten minutes of oral exploration. He had to be cautious of her razor sharp teeth, she was a predator after all, and a dangerous one at that, but also one who had chosen him to be a lover for the night.
A few seconds of deep breathing were required for Chase to catch his breath after they broke contact. She enjoyed humans, there was something more to them than making love to a machine. They were soft and flexible and had an interesting taste to them, a taste that she indulged herself with every chance she got. Long slender mechanical tendrils extended from her underbelly, supporting him as she leaned him back. She extended her heavy gray tongue, putting it at his belly button and slowly began drawing it up his body, over his chest and along the ridge of his neck finally ending at the tip of his chin. She rolled her tongue back into her mouth savoring the taste “I’m going to enjoy this.”
She let him return to his feet “Is it customary in America to start with oral?”
Chase laughed, she had been watching too much American porn. He went over and grabbed his overcoat from the table and laid it on the ground “Is it customary in Russia to return the favor” he said removing his boxers and laying on his coat, propping himself up on his elbows.
Seeing a Mi-24 bearing down on you with such deliberate intent is a profound experience and an experience seldom survived, then add a set of eyes fixed on the target, ready to strike. Anya bowed down on her front landing gear, raised her tail end in the air and moved in between his legs. She slid her tongue up along his inner thighs allowing his package to rest momentarily on her tongue and licked all the way up his shaft until the tip of her tongue met the tip of his erection then took the whole thing in her mouth. He let his head fall back closing his eyes as she began to work magic with that tongue of hers.
“Mmmh you’re good at this.” Chase said leaning up and rubbing his hand on her cheek as she kept at it. He’d been with a couple cars, a battle tank, an IFV and a rather peculate Mig-35 but there was something special about having this Soviet era warbird in his lap. This was a different level of enjoyment. “Whoa there, let’s not end this before it ever get started. Now it’s my turn.” He pulled himself from her maw a string of thick airplane saliva trailing it.
“Step back” she said “let’s make this more comfortable”. With a whirring of servos her rotors shifted, moving until they all pointed to her tail, locking in place with a series of mechanic clicks. Then to Chase’s surprise, folding her wing under she rolled onto her side, exposing her tender gray underbelly.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to be with a Hind?” he said as he ran his fingers along her belly feeling her body, admiring her unique form. Occasionally he felt the sanded over indentation of a bullet impact. In this vulnerable position he had almost neglected to remember she was a seasoned veteran of combat the world over.
“Even before machines came to life I was in love with them, I wanted one to hold for myself, to touch, to feel, and now I’m here about to make love to one.” He came to a stop between her landing gear feeling the soft wet lips of her vagina. This was it, his dreams would come true tonight with this bird. He knelt down and could already heel the heat emanating from her and the droplets of fluid at the edges indicated she was already aroused. Slowly he closed his eyes extended his tongue, moving his face closer and closer until his tongue met the wet lips of this Hind’s pussy. He could begin to taste her as his tongue penetrated. It was glorious, he had to open his mouth to allow his tongue to enter to its fullest then, closing his mouth he began to suck her tender lips, his tongue writhing about as trying to find something in the dark. He could feel Anya, a full size gunship, begin to squirm as he went down on her, making out with her nether regions. She could feel every movement his tongue made inside her sending intense bolts of pleasure through her nervous system. He then pulled out a littler and began running his tongue slowly up and down the length of her opening, her hot grey fluids seeping into his mouth making him light headed as the chemicals in her fluids interacted with his physiology causing his body to vamp up the production of endorphins which made him slip into a state of euphoric bliss as he continued to service her. Feeling her soft synthetic tissues against his skin was increasingly arousing causing g drops of pre cum to fall from him onto the wheel of her landing gear. As soon as he was satisfied with his work he withdrew from her, his face covered in her lubricants, thick drops dripping from his chin.
“I don’t think you’re done yet” she said, throwing courtesy to the wind and grabbing his head with her tendrils, tilting it to the side and forcing his face into her vagina, sinking his mouth chin and nose into her. He willingly played along, his tongue lapping at her sensitive insides. Anya bit her lip to stop herself from yelling aloud, this was a special treat for her and knew she could get away with it, she could tell he was deep within her thralls.
She released him “So how did you like that moy lyubovnik?” she said as he caught his breath. He just smiled at her, his face glossed with her lubricants.
He came to his feet. He would make her pay for that and pay dearly. “Oh, you like games do you, well try this one on for size.” He took the fingers of his left hand and began massaging her clit immediately rendering her incapable of saying anything further as she groaned with pleasure. He took his other hand and began rubbing it up and down the opening of her dripping wet pussy. “What about this” he said as he grasped her clit between his palm and fingers rubbing it vigorously. She wasn’t able to hold it after this and let out a deep moan of pleasure. Fearing someone might hear her she quickly stifled herself, gritting her teeth together. Now, satisfied with his work he decided it was time for the good part.
Removing his hand from her clit he fed both hands into her slit and began massaging both sides “Anya, are you ready to get this started”. With a smile she nodded. Using both hands he spread her lips apart and placed his rock hard cock in the opening then let the sides go, her engorged lips slapping together on its length. He put one foot on the wheel of her bottom landing gear and grasped the bar of opposing landing gear for support.
Slowly he pushed himself deep inside her until his waist squished against her pussy, feeling the warmth of her wrapped around him was like nothing he had ever felt before. He moved in and out of her with such ease. Slowly pulling half way out then going as deep as he could, repeating the process over and over, going gently on her. Using his free hand he started playing with her clit and again she began to moan and squirm. ‘Well, Hinds do have a weak spot.’ he thought to himself.
He was amazed by her level of resistance, any normal girl would have come by now, even a machine. Thinking about it he was surprised he hadn’t yet either, so far the sex with her had been heads above the rest. Female machines had a unique aspect to their reproductive organs.
The inside of the vagina was laced with millions of adaptive nerve dendrites that would provide her the same amount of stimulation from Chace’s human member as that of a girthy T-90 tank.
“Are you going to play around all night or are you actually going to fuck me” she said beckoning for more “Trust me you can’t hurt me, do your worst, fuck me as hard as your heart desires.” Chase accepted her challenge and kicked it into high gear “As you wish my dear.” Thrusting as hard as he could into this gunship his waist slapped against her underbelly, drops of sweat rolling down his back as he proceeded to make love to her with an intensity she had never experienced from a human before. He used every bit of strength he had to give her exactly what she wanted and was satisfied to gear her moans of pleasure echo through the empty hanger. Her tendrils embraced him holding him tightly to her body one running its manipulator “fingers” through his hair.
He didn’t want this sensation to end but he could feel the climax coming so he slowed his thrusts hoping to delay the inevitable. His grip on her landing gear tightened as the tremors of the climax began to shoot through him. “Chase don’t fight it, cum in me”. The both of them could feel this climax coming, Chase had no idea how but somehow he could tell, as if he could feel what she was feeling. As he felt the climax arrive he felt something new something he hadn’t felt with any other machine or human he had been with. The feeling was like nothing he could describe. It seemed to spread across his entire body occupying every fiber of his being. He wondered if this was the bond that he’d heard of. It had to be, nothing else could explain how he felt in this moment. He could already feel somehow connected to her and a desire to be intertwined with her forever. His body quivered as he deposited his entire load inside her. He could feel her airframe shake as she to felt the intensity of the orgasm they seemed to be having together. Unlike him she knew what this meant, the two would be bonded, the touch of another would never feel the same, and they would long for each other every second of the day. This would make their separation unbearable but it also meant she had finally met someone compatible with her, what humans would call a sole mate.
Chase could hardly stand, his head still clouded with euphoria, her fluids slowly rolling down his legs as they separated “was that…” he said running out of breath half way through.
“Yes, I believe it was moya dorogaya”
“What does that mean?”
“That we were made for each other”
It took him a minute to process this. She released him from her grasp “So did you enjoy that” she said moving back onto her landing gear and turning to face him once again.
“Anya, there aren’t words in either of our languages to describe what I just felt.” He said walking to her face and placing a kiss on the glass of her cockpit.
“So the real question is are you ready for round two?” She certainly was relentless.
After two hours, three climaxes and every ounce of energy between the two they fell asleep on a mattress they had stolen from a crew ready room.
Chase awoke to the roar of a flight of Migs taking off on the runway just outside. The early morning sun bathed the inside of the hangar in bright light, forcing him to squint as he looked around the hangar. It was difficult to remember if last night had actually happened or not but he could feel a weight from something pressing on his body. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the light and what appeared to be a Hind came into view. Anya had fallen asleep with her chin resting on his chest. He couldn’t bear waking her so he just watched her sleep, glad last night hadn’t been just a dream.
He heard the hangar door begin to slide open sending panic through him and rousing Anya from her sleep. What would someone say if they walked in on him laying naked with the Hind. Let out a sigh if relief when he saw the angular hull of a BRDM 2 roll through the door.
“Good morning Vadik.” Anya said pleasantly as he closed the large door behind him.
“Anya” he said a sense of urgency in his voice “your aircrew just came through the gate, we’ll have to get him out of here before they get here which is about 15 minutes.”
“Looks like there’s no time for a long goodbye” she said to Chase as she moved off him “I hope this isn’t the last time we’ll see each other.” there seemed to be a hint of a question at the end of her sentence.
“I’m going to visit you every chance I get.” Chase said redressing himself and wiping away the remnants of their love making.
“I hate to break you two up” Vadik butted in “but we have to find a way to get him out of here. They’re doing the checks at the gate both in and out because of the parade. We’ve been having officers and state officials arriving all morning so security is tight.”
Vadik and Anya stared at Chase trying to create a plan on how to smuggle him out.
“You know who he looks like…” Anya said.
“Don’t even think it.” Vadik replied.
“Admit it he looks just like him.”
“What are you two talking about?” Chase said a little confused.
“Anya thinks you could pass off as Minister Milonovich, but bad idea, very bad idea.” Vadik said.
“Well it’s either that or have him go to the gate guard and say” she switched to a sarcastic accented english “Good morning comrade gate guard. I just snuck onto your airbase to have a booty call with one of your helicopters. Would you be so kind as to let me out?”
“Anya, you’re lucky you’re my favorite. Alright Chase grab that vodka bottle, get in, put your collar up and don’t say anything.” Vadik said turning to Chase “Try to act hangover. Minister Milonovich is known for being a drinker.”
“I guess I’ll see you at the parade today.” Chase said looking to Anya.
“I’ll be watching for you. After the show I’ll be doing display again come see me then.” Anya said. Chase could tell she didn’t want to part but then again neither did he.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment “A kiss for good luck”
“Knock em’ dead Anya” He said then giving her a lingering kiss before being broken up by Vadik. “Alright you two we have to go.” Chase reluctantly got in and they exited the hangar.
They approached the exit gate which was manned by a different guard than the night before “Now where are you going?” the burly guard asked as they approached.
“Red square, I have a discrete VIP.”
“That kind of defeats the purpose of discreet.”
The guard returned an armor splitting glare.
“Whatever, see for yourself.”
The guard slung his AK and crawled up, peering in the crew area. Chase was propped up against the side, appearing to be asleep with the bottle of vodka in his lap. The guard was surprised at who he thought he saw but not surprised as to why he would chose a more discrete mode of transportation such as this “Alright carry on.”
The heavy metal gate screeched open and they exited.
“Thanks for everything Vadik.” Chase said sitting up straight in the seat. “You seem to be a sort of care taker for her.”
“I take care of all the living aircraft at Kubinka. Anya can be impulsive from time to time so I have to help her out with things sometimes. She’s still my favorite though.”
“Have you and her ever…you know…”
“Once or twice, we all have needs.”
They stopped a few blocks from red square where he was to meet Leonid in an hour “I doubt this is the last time we’ll be seeing each other so until next time dosvidaniya.”
Chase gave him a nod as he departed, Anya still on his mind.
A song came up that I thought very fitting for this story.
Dark eyes, burning eyes
Passionate and splendid eyes
How I love you, How I fear you
Verily, I saw you at a sinister hour
Dark eyes, flaming eyes
They implore me into faraway lands
Where love reigns, where peace reigns
Where there is no suffering, where war is forbidden
Dark eyes, burning eyes
Passionate and splendid eyes
I love you so, I fear you so
Verily, I saw you at a sinister hour
If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t be suffering so
I would have lived my life smiling
You have ruined me, dark eyes
You have taken my happiness away forever
Dark eyes, burning eyes
Passionate and splendid eyes
I love you so, I fear you so
Verily, I saw you at a sinister hour
© 2015 “DELTA X3” Account owner
GERMAN STEEL PART: I, II, III & IV
Finally Hanz’s story:
PART I: Battle for Reinbach
PART II: Down time
PART III: Post-war
PART IV: Heritage Corps
05 March 1945, 0615
5 Kilometers Northwest of Reinbach, Germany
Sturmbannführer Karl Holtz, Tiger I Hanz
SS Heavy Panzer Company, 1st Platoon, 5th Panzer Army
The morning was cold, very cold. Even in the heavy steel body of his Tiger tank SS Sturmbannführer Karl Holtz could see his breath forming a momentary cloud in front of his face. This was nothing like the scorching deserts of North Africa he had become accustomed to during his first campaign in the war but, that to, had come with its own set of problems. He took in a deep breath and prepared himself for the blast of cold air that would meet him as he opened his hatch and emerged from the tank.
The sun had barely began to rise over the grassy fields of west Germany, wisps of light fog still hovered above the frosty ground, giving the terrain a grayish hue in the early light. Karl pulled the folded map from under his jacket and laid it out flat on top of the turret. The ambush sight was just ahead. He checked his watch, half past six. They had made good time getting there.
He reached down to the pendant clipped onto his coveralls and keyed the radio, “All tanks halt.”
The creaking and screeching of the tanks treads ceased, leaving Karl with only the rumbling of his own vehicle’s engine. The beast of a tank he had been charged with was the Tiger I heavy tank bearing the number 331, but he preferred Hanz. It had been a few years since some machines had begun coming to life in sense. It had been quite a shock to both sides as these sentient machines began popping up among the ranks and after much convincing from Reichsmarschall Göring, a reluctant Adolf Hitler had decided these machines were too valuable of an asset to be vilified and gave his approval.
Hanz and Karl had been together since Tunisia, fighting the enemies of the Reich from the sweltering sands of the North African desert with the 501st, up along the Italian peninsula with the 508th before reaching their final command under the 5th Panzer Army in Normandy. Together Hanz and Karl had racked up an impressive kill record, trailing only a few spots behind the leading Tiger ace and despite butting heads with his commanding officers on multiple occasions, earned the rank of Sturmbannführer and been given command of his own Panzer Platoon and eventually Company. However, by the time he was given command of a Company, it was mostly the scraped together consolidation of what remained of panzer units who had been decimated in battle.
He took a moment to look out across the field, it was nowhere close to as ideal for an ambush the maps made it seem. The main road ran north to south along the tree line to the east before turning sharply east toward Reinbach. To the west, where they would be able to hit their enemy broad side, the tree line was too thick, making it impossible for them to conceal their panzers. To the south was a dirt berm followed by a decline before the field met the tree line. This also wouldn’t work because the enemy would be facing straight towards them and for the moment they crested the berm, the lightly armored underbelly of their tanks would completely be exposed to enemy fire. Nothing about this was ideal. After the turn, the road ran through the forest which was far too narrow to mount an attack. Intelligence had reported that the enemy would be pushing on their position any time now leaving Karl little time to improvise.
Behind his tank was the rest of his unit. Directly to his rear was the Panzer IV belonging to Max Gross, a trustworthy second in command and personal friend of Karl’s. Max had been at the tip of the Blitzkrieg in the beginning and become a decorated veteran of the eastern front, only being sent back west when he found himself at the business end of a Soviet anti-tank gun at Kursk. Behind that was another Panzer IV with Mario Corilli, a displaced Italian tank commander who had been rolled into the Wehrmacht and eventually into Karl’s unit. His prowess with a Panzer was unquestionable and his German was almost flawless, until he got excited when somehow Italian and German mashed together into an incoherent mess. There had been another two with them including another Tiger, but fighting near Bastogne had seen them both destroyed along with their entire crews.
In the distance Karl could hear muffled explosions and rifle fire as the allied forces clashed with the German defenders to the south. Their lines were spread thin, more and more so every day, as the allies continued to advance deeper and deeper into the Fatherland. It would be their turn soon. This road was the most direct route to Reinbach, the last step before the River Rhine and the bridge at Remagen.
Karl lifted his binoculars to his eyes. Scanning across the western tree line he saw a small overgrown road leading into the trees. It no doubt would be tight but he might just be able to squeeze Hanz in there. It would provide an excellent firing position on the road. With this he made his plan.
He reached down and keyed his headset “Max, Mario, Hold back in the tree line to the south. I’ll stage in the tree line to the west. As soon as I engage the enemy both of you will pull in and attack. Reinforcements aren’t expected but we can expect a strong assault force.”
Both commanders confirmed his orders and began moving into position.
“Alright Hanz, you know what to do.”
“Ja, moving.” Hanz replied heading for the break in the trees.
Karl switched to internal comms “Woll, load up a 39”
“Will do, high explosive in the tube”
Woll Bochardt, a railway attendant from Munich, was the only other crewmember aboard the tank, serving as the cannon loader. Woll was a middle aged man, but could sling 88 rounds faster than any loader in the German army, his experience stemming from his role as an anti-air gunner in beginning of the war.
“I don’t know if I told you, but I traded that supply officer in Remagen three kilos of salted beef and that American pistol we picked up for a few crates of PzGr. 40 tungsten rounds”
“That was a good trade” Karl replied.
“Oh, and that American whiskey, that to.”
He would have kicked Woll if he wasn’t on the other side of the gun. “That was the last case”
“I know, but the yanks just put out a new tank. The 3rd ran into a couple last week, almost wiped them out, I figured we needed these more than whiskey.”
“How many did you get?”
“About ten or so.”
“You only got ten?”
“Do you know how hard it is to get those rounds? That’s probably half the tungsten left in the whole Reich.”
“Alright, well get ready, they’ll be along any minute.” Karl clicked off the comm.
Karl positioned himself low in the hatch, surveying the area with his binoculars. Any minute now the allies would be coming down that road. He hoped that they would be expecting a defensive line closer to Reinbach and they would be able to catch them off guard. Intel reported the American 9th Armored Division would be pushing for the bridge at Remagen very soon. This hadn’t been his first clash with the 9th. He had taken part in the battle at Bastogne under General Manteuffel. They were a respectable fighting force and this time they were on the offensive.
The waiting was almost as bad as the cold. As the wind shifted the frigid breeze was also complimented by the bitter tinge of exhaust. Despite this he had never found himself happier than when he was in a tank, the thrill of a battle, watching the dust jump from every surface as the main gun fired. War had taken a lot from him but it was his where he belonged.
It was time, he spotted the first olive-drab green hull of an American Sherman tank round the corner just over a kilometer down the road. This one was followed by another and another. The trees to either side prevented him from traversing the gun and beginning his attack. Hanz had made shots at much greater distances, but waiting for just the right moment would win them this battle.
Karl could feel his heart begin to beat faster as the enemy drew closer and closer, he no longer felt the cold nor smelled the exhaust, his concentration rested solely on the first shot. They seemed to have no idea, they must have expected the defensive to be closer to Reinbach. The tank crews sat exposed out of their hatches, no doubt they would button up once the first shell hit but, opened or closed it made no difference at the muzzle of an 88.
Now, the convoy totaled 5 Sherman tanks along with 3 troop trucks and at the rear one of the allies M-16 anti-aircraft half-tracks.
“Get ready Hanz, target lead tank, fire on my command”
Suddenly everything seemed to quiet, his breath shallowed as he watched the first tank through his binoculars. In this moment he played god, he held the crews life in his hand, with a single word he could take life. It was a humbling thought.
He spoke low into the comm “Anti-tank 39 – 2 o’clock – 750 meters – tank – take lead 6 notch” he took one final deep breath, “Fire!”
Everything seemed to move the massive cannon fired, leaves shook, dust jumped from the tanks hull, blades of grass bent in waves in front of them. The high velocity 88 millimeter shell took a fraction of a second to reach the hull of the lead Sherman. It impacted the hull just to the rear of the turret, effortlessly penetrating the tanks armor and igniting the fuel supply. Jets of flame erupted from the hatches, the crew trying desperately to escape the inferno. A second later the heat of the fire began cooking off the ammunition stores, chaining into one massive explosion, freeing the turret from the hull and propelling it three meters in the air before crashing back down onto the destroyed tank. Karl had already planned his next move as the allies scrambled to respond to the unseen threat.
“New target” he shouted as the gun spit out the spent shell “same load – 2 o’clock – 700 meters – tank”
The traverse motor hummed as Hanz repositioned the gun to engage the next tank.
Woll shoved another heavy shell into the gun’s breech and slapped the outer wall of the turret. Hanz fired, his cannon again brought the landscape to life as it sent another high velocity round down range. It hit short, bouncing off the ground and ricocheting off into the distance, doing nothing but showering the enemy in chunks in dirt.
The allied tanks had managed to get themselves together, with their backs to the tree line there was no moving away from the tiger, leaving them with few options other than facing the beast. They turned their tanks toward the threat, attempting to put as much armor as between them and the opponent as possible.
“Miss! Elevate, reengage, same target” Karl clicked over to the platoon comm “Now!”
No sooner than he switched the comm off, the two panzers crested the berm, their tracks slamming the ground as they came over. They now had the tactical advantage. Both came to a halt and began sighting in on the enemy. Almost simultaneously the two fired their 75 mm guns. Both shells hit the second Sherman. One round bounced off the tanks turret having no effect while the other struck right at the turret seam. The weak spot yielded to the cannon round allowing it effortless penetration. The projectile exploded inside the crew compartment, the blast tearing at the welded seams.
Three tanks now advanced on Hanz and Karl’s position. They knew the Tiger on the field was the greatest threat. The crews knew the only way to silence this monster would be to reach its back and strike.
“Max, Mario, move to my position, take a line formation. Hanz push forw…” Karl was cut short, almost throwing himself down into the tank as a hail of bullets began clattering against the armor. Recovering quickly he looked through the periscope. The halftrack had trained its quad mounted .50 caliber guns on his tank and opened fire. The clatter of the heavy slugs sounded like hail against steel. While none would penetrated he would not be able to adequately direct his Panzer with that relentless barrage. A loud clang reverberated through the Tiger’s hull followed quickly by another as the allied gunners found their mark.
“Hanz, you’re going to have to hit that tank on your own”
“Jawohl” Hanz replied finding the tank in his sights.
More shells impacted the hull, “Hanz we have to move.”
His powerful V-12 roared, jolting Karl as he lurched into motion. Hanz trained his gun on his target, making adjustments as he moved. Timing on this shot was key, a moving target being hit by a moving gun. He fired, the shell went low and right, hitting the Sherman’s track and blowing a section free. The tank came to a dead stop as the drive sprocket ran out of track. The tank wasn’t out of the fight though, another of the 75mm rounds from its gun slammed into the hull.
Soldiers jumped from the trucks and headed for the cover of the tree line. A standard infantry man could do little in a tank battle short of hoping to get a lucky shot on the commander, so cover and concealment would be their best bet. While the tanks fought their battle the bow gunners from the two panzers exchanged gunfire with the infantry, green tracers cut into the trees and foliage as soldiers ran for cover. The Americans quickly set up their machine guns and sent a hail of tracers pinging off the panzer’s hulls.
A single Sherman broke off form the attack to engage the two Panzers. Presenting only its frontal armor to the enemy it pushed directly toward them. The Sherman crew fired their main gun hitting Mario’s turret dead on but the round failed to explode.
“A dud, you bastardo!” he shouted defiantly at the allied tank crew. “Fire!”
The Sherman made a turn just as the Mario’s cannon fired. The shell glanced off the side armor and went wide. The stray ricochet collided with one of the allied trucks, igniting what must have been their ammo supply. The truck was instantly consumed in a spectacular explosion. Soldiers scrabbled to escape but some were not so lucky. Fire engulfed their uniforms sending them running, falling, flailing, trying in desperation to extinguish the flames.
The Sherman returned with another round. This time missing Mario by mere centimeters, the air wave taking his cover off his head as Mario shouted profanities at the enemy.
Max had used this time to line up a perfect shot on the tank. His gunner watched through his scope, at this range he couldn’t miss, the enemy, only 150 meters from his muzzle. He put his sights right over the bow gunner’s weapon and fired. From such a short distance even the low velocity 75mm gun tore through the frontal armor.
“Hit them again” Max ordered.
The gunner waited for the loader, keeping the turret trained on the enemy. He got the go ahead and fired a second round into the Sherman’s hull. There was a moment’s delay before fire began seeping from the hatches. Max could hear the muffled thumps of the ammo stores cooking off inside the tanks hull. No crew emerged from the inferno, that tank would be their grave.
Out the corner of his eye, he saw it. “Rocket!”
An allied Bazooka team had loaded the rocket, connected the firing wire and put the Panzer in their sights.
With a cloud of dust and smoke the rocked sailed from the tube, leaving a trail as it flew through the air. The shaped charge warhead impacted the side armor of Mario’s turret, molten metal cutting through steel armor and spraying into the crew compartment.
Adam sat at his post in the burning hull of Mario’s tank, feeling himself slipping in and out of consciousness. He had to fight it, had to stay with it. He could feel the searing pain of the fire that consumed the inside of the tank as he looked around. Everyone else was dead or beyond help. He knew even he was beyond saving. The fire would reach their ammo any second.
He closed his eyes and took a final deep breath, the smoke filled air burning his lungs. “For the Führer” he said coughing. This would be his final act of defiance against the Allied invaders. He jammed his foot down on the accelerator, taking whatever his panzer had left to give. The engine bellowed black smoke as the tank lurched forward. Wiping the blood from his eyes, he steered toward his target. He and his tank would make one last sacrifice for the Fatherland.
The flaming machine streaked across the battlefield like a demon from hell, a thick black trail of smoke following behind. He aimed his steel battering ram for the halftrack. In the last few meters, he gritted his teeth and prepared for the impact. Steel bent and twisted as the two war machined collided, the deafening crash echoed across the battlefield. The twisted frame of the halftrack slid sideways until both vehicles came to a rest. A ball of flame exploded from the tank’s ammo stores, consuming and destroying both vehicles, leaving only a pile of burnt and twisted metal.
Shells from the two Sherman continued slamming into Hanz’s. They left little more than scratches on the Tiger’s skin but sooner or later one would get a lucky and find a weak spot. Karl emerged from his hatch, now free from the anti-air fire.
“Hanz, hit that tank again, destroy it!”
Hanz had the disabled tank in his sights. Another 88mm round tore a clean hole through the Sherman’s frontal armor sending up a shower of sparks and flame. The edges of the hole still glowed orange as Karl waited for the explosion. Half a second later the well-stocked ammo supply detonated. The entire turret was sent flying into the air with explosive force. The smoking mass of steel landed upside down on the ground meters away from flaming pit where it had been.
The bazooka team was readying for another shot at Max’s tank. The loader slid another rocket in the tube, attached the firing wire and patted the gunner on the shoulder. The back blast kicked up more dust as the rocket flew from the tube. It was a near miss, the rocket exploded in the dirt just off Max’s bow.
“Hanz, use the bow gun, they have a sight on Max”
Hanz quickly trained the bow mounted MG on the enemy and sent a flurry of green tracers in the rocket team’s direction. The projectiles shredded flesh and uniform, cutting the men down like nothing. It was a brave endeavor to stand in front of a tank, holding your ground for just the right shot in hopes of playing David and Goliath with an armored vehicle. It was brave, yet foolish, but that seemed to be a common theme in war.
Now only a single Sherman remained, punned between the loaded guns of two panzers.
“Surrender, just surrender” Karl said to himself, hoping the allied tank crew saw just how hopeless their situation was.
For seconds both parties sat there silently, even the infantry in the tree line had stopped firing. Everyone waited to see what the other would do. Karl hoped to see a white flag from the top of the tank. Then, followed by white flags from the tree line. They could keep their lives if they surrendered to the Reich.
“You have no hope, surrender now” Karl shouted across in English.
There was no response.
“Karl they are trying to line up a kill shot” Hanz said over crew comm.
“They have had their opportunity to live.” he said before switching to the platoon frequency “Max put an AP in their engine”
“Yes, sir.” Max replied.
Max’s shell tore through the steel and explodes in the engine compartment. A loud clanging and sputtering came from the tank as the destroyed engine spit out a black cloud and ground to a stop. Smoke began seeping from the hatches as fire began consuming the tank.
Would they emerge and give up, or would they fight. Crew hatches opened and American tankers began scrambling out. Their commander crawled from his position and drew his pistol.
Karl had his answer. “Shoot!”
Both MG-34s lit up, spraying the tank with bullets. Ricochets flew in every direction as the crew was cut down by the fire.
“Stop, cease fire”
They lay like ragdolls, sprawled on the vehicle and for a second all was silent. Then, the tree line erupted in rifle and machinegun fire.
“Mortars” Max shouted over comm as a shell whistled down and exploded next to his tank.
Another high pitched whistle followed by a loud explosion sent clumps of dirt into the air, “Keep moving”
Max sat low as they started moving. He heard the whistle then everything went white. Completely disoriented he fell into the tank. All he could hear was an earsplitting ringing. He reached up and touched his ear, it was wet. He moved his hand in front of his eyes. His vision was still coming back to him but he could see red.
“Damage?” he shouted.
It was muffled but he could make out his driver reporting the left track was out. He fumbled with his comm pendant “Karl, We’re down, we can’t move. You’ve got to take out the mortar, they’ll hit their mark eventually”
Karl scanned the enemy line, looking for anything that looked like a mortar but the trees were filled with movement. Then he saw what might be something. He squinted at the column of smoke coming from the first destroyed tank. Every so often the smoke curled as if passed by something moving at great speed and that was more than enough for him.
“Hanz, you see that burning tank at 11 o’clock? Put a round to the left, just behind it. Woll, High-explosive!”
Woll heaved the heavy shell into the breach of the gun, “Ready!”
The cannon bucked as the heavy explosive round exited the barrel. The shell hit right where Karl planned. There was without a doubt someone using the wreckage as cover. The explosion sent up chunks of gore and strips of tattered uniform but nothing that could be identified as human.
Karl listened, a few seconds passed and no whistle or muffled thuds.
This battle was almost theirs. “Hanz, prepare to engage infantry targets on my order, fire when you have the target sighted. Use bow gun at your discretion.”
Karl could hear the chatter from the bow machine gun begin as Hanz found targets. Max’s tank joined in, sending a hail of green tracers and cannon rounds into the trees. Anything that moved was cut down by gun and cannon.
Karl raised his binoculars, he had to be more precise than a spray of bullets. “Machine gun team, 10 o’clock, 300 meters, high-explosive”
Hanz set the shell loose. Trees exploded into splinters sending leaves and chunks of wood flying in a brilliant yellow explosion. The casing clattered in the spent round basket and just as soon, Woll had shoved another round in the breech.
“Infantry, 12 o’clock, 275 meters”
Another explosion shattered the tree line. Round after round ripped into enemy positions as their machine guns ate up everything else.
“Cease fire, cease fire!”
Trees were toppled, carnage covered the forest floor but all was quiet.
Karl let out a sigh of relief “We did it Hanz” he said patting his hand against the tank’s turret, “another victorious battle.”
“Well at least one we lived through” Hanz replied, not sharing Karl’s zealous optimism.
A flight of Messerschmitt jets streaked overhead “Hanz, you see that, our jet fighters can out fly anything the allies can throw at us, out tanks can out gun any of theirs, Germany will be victorious.”
Hanz remained quiet.
A few hundred meters down the tree line Karl saw an enemy soldier emerge from the trees and break into a dead sprint back the way the convoy had come, running for the cover of the hedgerows to the west.
“Karl, should I take him out”
“No Hanz, you’ve done enough.”
“If he reaches his forces he will report our positions”
“I know” Karl said reaching in the turret and pulling out his scoped K-98.
He put the rifle to his shoulder, rested his elbows on the turret for stability, put his cheek to the stock and looked through the scope. He was about 700 meters away running at a frantic pace away from them. Karl found his target in his scope and placed the crosshairs over his back. The smooth wood against his cheek, the cold strip of curved steel at the tip of his finger, it brought back memories, of both war and the time before.
Once again he was playing god. The twitch of his finger and he could take life. This man was unarmed and fleeing but, he was fleeing with information which could compromise the safety of him and those under his charge.
Hating what must be done he took a deep breath in, exhaled emptying the air from his lungs and slowly pulled back on the trigger. The rifle bucked, pressing hard into his shoulder. Karl kept his eye on the target for the spilt second it would take for the bullet to travel the distance. At that range the bullet would strike before the man would hear the crack of the rifle. A puff of dust came from the soldier’s uniform and he toppled to the ground.
Karl lowered the rifle, taking another deep breath but not taking his eyes off the body in the field.
“Looks like you haven’t lost your touch” Hanz commented.
Karl lightly nodded his head. The heat of combat was one thing but the role of a sniper could weigh heavy on a man, just as it had his father who was one of the Kaiser’s snipers in the first “Great War”. He was the one who had taught Karl to shoot, but he could tell killing in such a fashion had taken a hefty toll on his spirit. To take a life in the true spirit of a sniper was much like walking up behind a man pulling your pistol and shooting him in the back of the head. While waiting on a target all the possibilities would rush through the marksman’s head. A sniper was lucky to find his target facing away, if he was facing the sniper the killer would be looking his victim straight in the eye when he committed the act. Did this man have a family? Was he a good man, forced into war? Did he really deserve to die? This had damaged his father so intensely alcohol had taken the place of all the joys in life and on the outbreak of the Second World War Karl’s father hung himself. This drove his mother to pieces and broke apart their home. Still a young man of 20 and distraught from his father’s death, Karl found his way into the ranks of the SS, making his comrades in arms his new family.
“Karl there’s something out there!” Hanz said bringing Karl back to reality.
Karl raised his rifle, looking through the scope.
He watched as 3 green US Army tanks came into sight about 1,500 meters off. Two were Shermans, upgraded with the heavier 76mm guns they called “Easy-8’s” but the third was the one that concerned him. This new contender was massive, larger than any American tank he had seen. Reports had been passed around of an allied heavy tank but Karl hadn’t been expecting to see one here. He looked closely at the tank’s gun. This wasn’t one of their standard 75’s not even one of the Brit 17-pounders, this one looked big, big as Hanz’s 88.
The two Shermans took positions at either of the heavy’s flanks as they turned to face them.
“Houston honey” was fresh off the ship but the ‘Texan and proud’ tank commander Bill Walker had been fighting the Huns across Europe since D-Day. His stories about the fate of his previous Sherman involved him taking out 4 or 5 enemy tanks by himself with a radiator full of piss and a jammed turret before having his track blown off by one of Fitz’ anti-tank guns. An exaggeration, but he was a legend in his own mind and now he was sitting pretty in America’s latest and greatest Pershing heavy tank. His new warhorse had over 4 inches of Detroit steel armor and a massive 90mm High-velocity gun he affectionately named the “Kitty Killer”. He wanted this Tiger kill under his belt, he wanted it bad.
“Dan, Omar, I’ll smack em’ around from the front you two pull around and step on that kitty’s tail.”
“You got it boss”
“Alright boys, let’s kill us a tiger!” he growled “Dan left. Omar Right. Let’s move!”
The trio came to a stop. Karl watched as the muzzle of the heavy tank exploded in a bright flash. He could hear the wiz of the high-velocity round as it passed by. The stray round flew off into the forest behind them, tearing through trees and foliage.
“Woll, load 39. Hanz, Enemy tank, 12 o’clock, 1,450 meters.”
Hanz elevated the 88 and fired, sending the anti-tank round down range with lethal accuracy. It struck the opposition dead on in the frontal plating. As soon as the smoke and flame cleared it was evident the round hadn’t penetrated.
The Pershing returned with another round, dangerously close this time.
Karl thought for a second, he was finally facing opposition on a level playing field, a plan began forming in his head.
The smoke dischargers at either corner of Hanz’s turret fired, sending out a cluster of projectiles which puffed into a cloud of thick white smoke.
“Max, keep firing in the direction of the enemy but as soon as the smoke clears get out of there, this war has enough dead heroes”
The climate kept the cloud dense and close to the ground with a light breeze began carrying it to the northeast.
“Hanz, stay in the cloud. Push up into the wreckage of the enemy vehicles” It burnt his eyes and throat as they pushed through. Even his scarf didn’t help.
Karl could hear the loud clap of Max’s cannon as he began firing blindly through the cloud. In the distance he could hear the loud response of the enemy tanks. If his ruse was successful they wouldn’t know the Max’s panzer was still in play and believe him to be the tiger.
Hanz navigated through the smoke and wreckage, pushing up along the road the allied convoy had come across. Karl could begin to see the smoke beginning to break in front of them.
Like a ghost from the fog, the Tiger emerged from the thick cloud, wisps of smoke trailing behind them as Hanz’s treads came to a grinding halt. A hundred meters to their front, caught by complete surprise was the first of the two “Easy 8” Shermans.
Hanz didn’t even have to aim. The cannon recoiled into its housing sending the 10 kilogram projectile streaking toward the enemy. The penetration was effortless and the destruction instant, the orange glow of flames appearing in the hatches.
Karl picked up his rifle from the top of the turret. This time he didn’t have the luxuries of setting up a perfect shot, is heart pounded in his chest and his pulse raced from the adrenaline. As fast as he could, he put the rifle to his shoulder and found his target. Pushing all the air out of his lungs, he steadied his crosshairs over the Pershing commander’s head and fired.
A spray of red mist filled the air behind his target, a clean kill. His body slumped backward before slipping back into the tank.
For a moment the tank fell silent. It was a dirty way to fight but this war had seen many honorable conventions dashed in favor of doing what was necessary to win. “Would they give up?” Karl thought to himself “No, it wouldn’t be so easy” The thought was sunk as the turret began swiveling to meet them. These two unwieldy titans would duel to the death.
“Karl, start feeding the 40’s.”
Woll shoved another shell into the cannons breech “Tungsten in the breach.”
Max watched as the smoke began to fade around them. He lowered himself back into his tank and looked across the faces of his crew.
“We can go now, while there’s still cover and run for the trees” Max took off his cover and scratched his head “or” he paused “we can stay and fight.” He could hardly even hear what he was saying, everything seemed muffled and quiet. He reached up and felt the patch of dried blood running down to his jaw.
Nobody said anything yet, everybody understood. “Alright then, we fight! That Sherman will be coming any second. See if we can turn left, put our front to them”
His driver grasped the right stick and shoved it forward. Max knew his tank was badly damaged and wasn’t sure if it would even move but like clockwork the treads caught earth and began pulling the tank. The panzer pivoted on the broken track until they had made a 90 degree turn, just in time to watch the last of the smoke dissipate.
Tearing at top speed down the open field came the second “Easy 8” Sherman kicking up chunks of dirt and grass behind it. Max’s gunner worked to keep a lead on the tank as it moved. The cannon fired. Max watched the tracer tail of the round fly right behind the Sherman, off into the hedgerows.
Realizing the threat the Sherman’s driver made a hard right, turning straight for them.
His loader was right on the mark and had another round in the gun as soon as the first had cleared. The gunner found his mark and fired again. The round hit the gun mantlet, doing nothing but leaving a deep gouge in the steel. The Sherman slowed, lining up to take a shot. Max looked closer. Their round had hit the gunner’s sight, but at this distance, they didn’t need it. “At least that’s something” Max murmured. The enemy fired.
It was a critical hit. Max’s tank exploded in a ball of flame and debris.
“Anti-tank 40 – 11 o’clock – 500 meters – Heavy ta…” Karl was jolted forward, catching himself before slamming his face into the turret. A round from the Pershing ricocheted off Hanz’s driver hatch, scraped across the side of the turret and skipped off into the distance. Karl felt like a gong had been rung against his head, he could only imagine what Hanz was feeling. The impact of the round had dented in the driver’s hatch sending it up along the side of the turret leaving a long deep gouge in the metal.
Karl shook his head, trying to regain himself. “Are you alright Hanz?”
“Just a scratch” Hanz replied, ignoring the searing pain from the scrape, trying to get a bead on the Pershing.
“I’m alright to, thanks for asking” Woll shouted from the depths of the tank.
“We got lucky Hanz, I don’t think the next will ricochet. Take the shot!”
The reverberation from the 88 shook the tank. The round fell short of the target planting itself in the dirt a few meters from the Pershing’s tracks.
“That last hit shook the sights. Next one won’t miss” Hanz said adjusting his sights.
“Let’s hope not. Full reverse!” Karl shouted.
Hanz responded immediately, his tracks pulling them backward, behind the hull of one of the burning Shermans, moving them out of the way just as a round sailed through where they had just been. Behind the burning hull and column of smoke the Pershing wouldn’t be able to engage them without repositioning. One of the 90 millimeter rounds slammed into the wreckage, sending up a hail of shrapnel and flame.
From the wreckage of the Easy 8, one of the enemy tankers bolted across the grass, taking Karl by surprise as he leaped up onto Hanz and climbed up onto the turret. His uniform was singed and he smelled of burnt fuel and flesh. In his right hand was the silver blade of a knuckled trench knife. Karl could see the pure adrenaline fueled rage in the man’s eyes as he lunged at him with the knife. Only having a fraction of a second to react he leaned out of the path of the blade, allowing it to pass in by him before grabbing the arm with the knife and slamming his wrist against the hatch. With his right Karl reached to his belt and drew his Luger pistol. Four rounds and the man’s eyes went wide, his lips still curled back in a snarl, blood tricking from a gash on his forehead. Karl Shoved the man off the tank, his body toppling lifeless onto the grass.
He had to shake it off, the Pershing would be lining up for a shot. “Forward, be ready to take a shot.”
As soon as they emerged a round exploded just off their bow. The Perishing’s poor performance was no doubt the result of the lack of direction from their commander, they had completely exposed their broadside to enemy fire.
“Take the shot, Fire!”
Hanz lined up a shot and fired. The round impacted the hull just forward of the drive sprocket. The soft metal outer layer mashed against the armor as the ridged tungsten core tore a hole straight through, lodging itself deep in the transmission. With a pained clanking and grinding from deep inside, the monster came to a stop.
“Another, hit their turret!”
Showing off an almost super human speed Woll had reloaded the gun and readied it for another shot. Hanz aimed for the turret this time. The round hit right at the seam where the gun barrel met the mantlet. It tore open the barrel bending the cannon at an odd angle and igniting the high explosive round in the chamber, causing an explosion in the face of the turret.
Now they now had no way to flee and no way to fight. “Hanz, finish them. Panzergranate 39, center mass”
Woll loaded the round and gave Hanz a slap on the gun to let him know the round was ready.
The 88 spit another round, this one deliberate and well placed. It struck between the second and third return roller, right in the heart of the beast. The tank exploded in the most spectacular display of explosive force Karl had ever seen. A shockwave of heat rolled across his face as every hatch blew open. The intense light from the ensuing fireball hurt his eyes but it signaled it was over. As the explosion dissipated all that was left was the blackened burning remnants of what had once been a mighty tank.
Karl wasn’t heartless, nor was he sadistic. He felt sympathy for the men whose lives he had taken in that tank, but it was a soldier’s duty and he would do it again without hesitation. He looked to his side and noticed the trench knife was still sitting on the turret. He picked it up, putting his fingers through the “knuckle duster” handle. As he was examining it he heard the telltale crack of a cannon followed by the wiz of a round passing nearby. Karl turned to see behind them the second “Easy 8”.
“Hanz, behind us!”
Their rear armor was completely open and exposed to the enemy.
“Turn turn turn!”
The traverse motor hummed as the turret began turning to meet the threat.
That was too slow, they would land a shot before the gun reached them.
“Hanz, pivot, pivot!”
Another round exploded on the ground just behind them. Hanz’s engines roared as hit treads began pulling in opposite directions, tearing up turf and dirt as they began to spin the vehicle on its axis.
The Allied tank had made all the corrections, this shot would silence the beast.
On the western boundary, thick hedgerows gave way to the heavy treads of Königstiger. The massive angular body slammed the ground as it cleared the foliage with little effort. Within seconds the long barreled 88 had found the enemy tank and fired. The round from the Tiger II slammed into the Sherman, opening it up like a tin can.
Karl watched as the opposition went up in flames. He recognized the tank, this particular King Tiger belonged to another SS tank commander Hauptsturmführer Wilhelm Haufmann. A young, ambitious tank commander with an inclination for violence and rash actions. Given favor because of his aristocratic bloodline he was given rank, command of a platoon and Germany’s latest Tiger II tank.
His Tiger, a female, often proved to be the voice of reason, keeping the hot-headed Wilhelm in check when she could. She had been given the name Ida by a sympathetic factory worker and the name had stuck.
Karl could see Wilhelm trying to wave them over “Come on Hanz, let’s go talk to them”
He could see Wilhelm motioning numbers with his fingers as they approached, “Hanz, you get that”
“I got it, tuning to his frequency”
“Can you hear me?” Karl heard over the radio.
“Yes Wilhelm, I can.”
“Looks like you owe me one, huh?”
“So it would seem” The thought appalled Karl.
“Looks like you did good work here. Lots of scrap. Your team didn’t make I’m guessing. Sorry to hear that”
Karl looked back, he felt a feeling of guilt pulling at him, thinking about the fates of his comrades. This was war, he had seen it many times before. Tanks had been lost and replaced, crews had been lost and replaced. He couldn’t let this affect him, he had a duty to perform, he had a war to fight, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
“Battalion is sending a couple Panthers and a Pak 43 team over to help you defend this sector.”
05 March 1945, 2145
Sturmbannführer Karl Holtz, Tiger I Hanz
SS Heavy Panzer Company, 1st Platoon, 5th Panzer Army
They had fought all day. The allies sent wave after wave of them, Infantry, tanks, various other armored vehicles. Woll had been down to a hand full of shells and Hanz was running on reserve tanks before the sun began to set and the fighting had tapered off. At 2000 hours command had finally ordered them back to Reinbach for rest and refit.
A massive party had broken out in the city square. Everywhere German soldiers were celebrating another day of life. Tomorrow death could await any one of them so this night was one more to celebrate being alive. Drunken soldiers staggered though the streets, wine bottles in hand. Any woman on the street would find herself with dozens of suitors, hoping for the ultimate relief. Eventually the party would be broken up and the soldiers returned to camp but for now the night was still young.
Woll sat in a café, relaxing with a cup of coffee and schnapps, his boots resting on the table, reading a novel he’d traded for a couple packs of American smokes. The commotion outside didn’t bother him as soldiers sang and bottles smashed against brick walls, he just pushed his round wireframe glasses back up the bridge of his noise and toned it all out.
Karl, after having provided a detailed report to command had found himself annoyed and on the prowl for a halfway decent bottle of scotch, raiding every shelf and liquor cabinet he could find. The town had pretty much been picked clean after weeks of occupation by German forces. House by house, store by store he scoured every place he could think to find the booze. He had left his SS “Kombi” coveralls with the tank in favor of his standard black SS uniform, proudly displaying His Knight’s Cross.
Karl and Woll had left Hanz in the town square, in the center of the party, free to do whatever he wanted. As a tank he wasn’t able to take part in the majority of the frivolities but he made the best of it. His joy came from watching the festivities around him. Every time a fight would break out he was quick to break it up, none would argue with 60 tons of armor and guns.
Hanz watched as a young woman walked down the sidewalk, carrying a basket in one hand. She moved at a brisk pace close to the building, trying to remain as unseen as possible. She kept her head low as she approached, trying to give the massive war machine a wide birth.
A drunk soldier, stumbling from the one of the buildings, spotted her. He began towards her, a wide grin on his face. She cringed as he pinned her up against the tank, leaning in against the armored vehicle an arm blocking her way, “How about you show a brave soldier of the Fatherland a good time.”
“No, I have to get home” she protested.
“Come on! How about a kiss?”
She couldn’t handle the stink of liquor on his breath and it was clear he had been without a shower for far too long. She tried to back out of his trap but quickly his other arm blocked her exit. He pushed in closer, pressing her against Hanz’s hull.
“Corporal, if you value your well-being you will walk away right this moment”
The soldier looked around, ready to fight whoever had the nerve to interrupt. The fight died instantly as he saw the green eye at the corner of the tank’s gun mantlet staring straight at him. This was a fist fight he would never win. Not wanting to consent defeat he just huffed and backed away, he would find someone else.
“Can I offer you a ride Fräulein?”
He could see a hint of fear in her expression as she looked up at the armored vehicle.
“I can assure you, I mean you no harm and a Panzer could assure no more unwanted interruptions.”
She was hesitant, this wasn’t a car, what she was looking at was one of Germany’s battle tanks. She’d never seen one up close. Still a little shaken from her encounter she lightly nodded and hesitantly found her footing on his treads and cautiously crawled up, taking a seat on the drivers hatch.
“Please hang onto the cannon”
Reluctantly she scooted closer to the big gun and put her arm around it. She was still uneasy about this but the tank as polite and something about him made her want to put her guard down. She expected him to be made of cold unfriendly metal but, he wasn’t. His armored skin was a kind of pleasant warm. That combined with the gentle vibrations and hum of engines put her at ease, beginning to enjoy riding on this tank.
Hanz could feel her arm tighten around his cannon as they began to move. He did his best to accelerate slowly. Hanz liked the way she felt, her smooth skin, her soft body pressed against his armor. He couldn’t help the feelings that mounted inside him.
“I have to apologize for the action of that soldier.” Hanz began, “Many of these men have spent years away from loved ones and lovers. The war has been hard for them and many have certain ‘needs’. Alcohol can make them rash.”
A question began to form, she wasn’t sure how to ask but her curiosity got the better of her. “Do tanks have ‘needs’? I wasn’t even sure that the living machines had…” she paused, thinking on how to put what she was saying “parts”
Hanz was surprised by this. That topic had never come up before. Of course he had “parts” but it had never been discussed. “Yes, we living machines have needs, just like any human. Also yes, we do have ‘parts’ just like any human. Slightly larger of course but we have them. They’re just concealed until they’re needed.”
She would live the rest of her life never knowing what drove her to ask this question but without thinking it just came out. “Can I see?”
Hanz was astonished. No human had ever asked him anything like this before. Was it just curiosity or did she want something more. He could feel an intense passion welling up inside him, a feeling he had almost forgot existed. It had been too long since he had felt anything like this. “I-If you want” he didn’t really know what else to say.
“There is an abandoned barn, just on the outskirts of town. Nobody goes there”
Hanz had trouble keeping his engine in check. He was so excited his RPMs wanted to skyrocket and take off in a dead sprint down the cobblestone road. He kept the pace slow and steady for her sake.
She hopped off as they came to a stop in front of the large wooden door at the front of a tattered old barn. “The farmer who owned this farm was killed during the Blitzkrieg, with no family to tend it almost everything was taken for the war effort” she said as she unlatched and began pulling open the door.
It was a fairly large barn, large enough for even a heavy tank like himself to move around in relative comfort. She motioned him inside, watching his heavy treads pressing into the straw covered ground as he backed in. Taking one final look around to ensure none were watching she closed the door.
The barn was completely black with the exception of rays of moonlight that broke through cracks on the tattered roof. She moved over to a lamp hanging on the wall and lit it with a match from the box she kept in her pocket. The room was suddenly bathed in the warm flickering glow of the flame that danced in the glass.
She had never felt more timid in her life. Standing in front of her was one of the most dangerous machines to ever to enter the field of battle, but something felt human about him, something felt alive in a way she had never thought of a vehicle before. She still had no idea what had driven her to ask this tank the question she did.
She cautiously took a step toward him, looking over his massive armored figure. Almost without thinking she extended a hand, gently running her fingers over the sharp edges of one of the many craters that adorned his body, the remnant of one of his many battles.
“Does it hurt?” she asked softly, a hint of concern in her voice.
“No” He said his turret turning a few degrees left and right as if shaking his head
In the center the raw metal was shinny and smooth to the touch. Even though he said it didn’t hurt she still couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
“I never properly introduced myself” Hanz continued “I am Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiger I Ausf.E Number 331, but Hanz is much easier to remember”
She was still transfixed by his many battle scars, hardly able imagine what he had seen. “I’m Heida” she said softly, her mind absent in thought, still trying to take it all in. She became lost in her senses, the smell of hay and gunpowder, the rough coating on his armor. She still had no idea why she was here, what had compelled her to seek privacy with a tank.
It took her a second to snap back to reality, noticing that big green eye staring at her. She smiled pleasantly at him, “I’m sorry if my asking made you uncomfortable but, something about you seemed…” Her pause filled him with uncertainty, he needed to know what she was going to say, “Pleasant.”
This caught the Panzer off guard. He had been called a lot of things in his short existence, titan, wonder weapon, rolling fortress, but never once pleasant.
“Now, you said you would show me?” she walked up to him and softly placed a hand on his track cover, smiling as she thought of the powerful machine at her fingertips.
He as he stared into the beautiful girl’s starry blue eyes. “I did.”
Her gaze shifted to his driver view port as parts began shifting and the entire apparatus fell forward, revealing a dark opening. Her mouth fell open in amazement as she watched what emerged. Inch by inch a large gunmetal gray appendage emerged from his armored hull until it reached its full length. It was impossible to mistake what she was looking at, even despite its mechanical appearance its purpose was evident. The blunt head bore a slit at the tip that had already become wet with an unknown silvery liquid. Her eyes followed its length, just below the head it narrowed a few millimeters, leading to a long continuous surface, ribbed by overlapping rings of the living metal that made up his entire body. Sixteen inches of raw Panzer terminated in a metal ring, becoming a series of tubes and mechanics that went back into the blackness of his hull.
What was he thinking, exposing himself to this girl? He was a proud German soldier, not one of those red devils to the east. He watched her reaction uneasily as she stared at his manhood.
Without warning and to Hanz’s great surprise she reached out and took his cock tenderly in both hands, sending a tremor through the massive tank’s frame, his cock throbbing eagerly at her touch. This unexpected stimulation sent a jolt all the way to his core bringing his engine roaring back to life and almost setting off the, still loaded, 88 cannon. Hanz had never felt the warm touch of human hands on his cock, they were unbelievably soft and smooth. He felt like he could almost feel the pulse of her heart.
Heida couldn’t believe what she had just done, this wasn’t right, he was a machine, but something about it just felt so right. His cock was pleasantly warm and responded to her touch, every movement making it throb and pulse. She began running her hands up and down its surface just feeling the tank. Her fingers rose and fell with each rib of his shaft, her thumbs rubbing to test feel how hard he was. Not to her surprise, the Panzer was hard as steel but yet, the shaft felt smooth and inviting, this was easily the softest metal she had ever felt. Progressing along his manhood, she moved her way up to the Tiger’s tip, feeling her thumbs around the ridge of his head before then, moving them up onto the head itself. His tip was softer than the rock hard shaft, she felt her thumbs able to massage the head while her fingers worked the sensitive base. She was slightly surprised when a thick, warm, silvery fluid began seeping from his slit. She couldn’t avoid getting it on her hands as more and more of the Panzer’s mystery goo began oozing from him. It, to her, smelled mechanical in a way, not like a dirty mechanic’s shop but something she could only describe as “machine-y”. The slick juices made the massage ten times easier and eventually she decided to introduce the new goo to the rest of his shaft, her hands gliding up and down his length with the greatest of ease.
Hanz had never felt anything like this before in his life. The sensations of her hands running up and down his shaft, servicing him in a way he never had before, made his tracks tremble. Clumps of still moist dirt and sod fell free from his suspension, introducing the smell of a freshly plowed field into the barn. As soon as she began using his pre to lube up the process he almost couldn’t take it. He had found machines before to satisfy his needs, once with a very grateful Bf 110, but in the hands of a human he was a virgin. He closed his eyes, allowing the feeling to sink into every bolt and weld on his body. When he opened them he looked down to see the girl, hands covered in his semitransparent machine pre, smiling up at him.
Heida released his cock from her grasp, allowing the erection to stand freely, still spurting the occasional glob of pre. She could hardly believe the weight of the girth she had held in her hands. Even his juices seemed to carry weight. He must have been inches wide, she couldn’t even wrap a whole hand around it. Again she looked up into the Tiger’s green eyes and gave the most pleasant smile she could, just from his reactions she could tell this tank was in heaven. As soon as she heard his engine slow a little she made her next move. Without warning him Heida took her hands, wrapped them around his thickness and pulled it toward her. Without a moment’s hesitation she opened her mouth and took in as much of the Tiger as she could.
The amount she could take in paled in comparison to his total length but the sensation was enough to make Hanz almost jump out of his armored skin as she began sucking at him. “My dear, this is amazing” he moaned as soon as he was able to regain his composure. He couldn’t help the globs of pre that gushed into her mouth as she sucked and licked at his cock. Her hands joined in, using the copious amounts of lube to slide her hands up and down his length. Her tongue was a miracle of the human body. Hanz could feel it rubbing hard against the base of his head then moving up to the Reichspfening sized slit at his tip, which she tongued vigorously drawing more and more from it.
She hardly noticed as the bow gun retracted, opening into another black hole to his inner workings. From it came a small metallic manipulator hand connected to a snaking tendril made up of linked metal segments. It made its way to her head, gently undoing the bun that held her hair. Hanz couldn’t help but run the sensitive metal fingers through her silky soft blond hair. Hundreds of tiny strands that made up this pleasant oddity, exclusive to organic beings.
She has only been at it a couple of minutes before the mighty Tiger could take it no longer. “Stop, stop Heida you must” Hanz moaned as his engines began flaring up. In North Africa Hanz had encountered a problem with overheating when his engine would rev uncontrollably from what humans called “adrenaline” in the heat of battle. He eventually mastered his engine but once again he found himself unable to control it at the hands of this woman.
“So the German Panzer gives up” she taunted playfully, removing him from her mouth.
Hanz almost laughed as he saw her lips had become gray with the goo, a thin trail leading from her mouth to a drop forming on her chin. Noticing it, she took her right pointer finger and wiped the mess from her lips. Hanz almost fell to pieces as he watched her take the finger and placed it in her mouth then slowly and seductively begin withdrawing it from her pursed lips, ending with a “pop” of suction.
Never breaking eye contact with Hanz she took a couple steps backward and reached for the buttons on her thick overcoat, one by one unbuttoning them until she reached the last one. Hanz realized that anything could be under there. It was a thick coat and he honestly had no idea what she would look like.
She completed unbuttoning the final button then pulled the jacket apart and let it fall to the hay. Hanz was awestruck. Even being an armored vehicle he had a firm grasp of what human standards considered a perfect figure and without a doubt she had it. She then moved to the belt at the waist of her blouse. Feeding the material back through the buckle she let it hang loose from its loops then began on the buttons. One by one Hanz was brought closer to what he wanted. As soon as the last button was undone she pulled the blouse off and it to fell to the hay. A bra that held, the pent up form of the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. The bra must have been a few sizes too small because she seemed to be almost flowing out of them. Hanz could almost feel sorry for the fabric straps that had to hold them in. Without a pause she moved onto the zipper of her dress, drawing it down just enough so she could slip out.
“Do you always leave the house in lace panties” Hanz said looking over what could easily be mistaken as skimpy lingerie.
She smiled “If they’re bothering you I can take them off.” She didn’t want to sound like a tramp but that opportunity was too good to miss.
Hanz was too ready. His impossibly hard cock throbbed, longing to be inside this girl, still oozing the hot machine lube.
She had enough of playing around. She reached around her back and unfastened the bra’s clasp. Like a river her beautiful breasts flowed out finally free from their prison. If Hanz had lips he would have licked them. Showing off her perfect cleavage she began rubbing her hands across her beautifully round, perky breasts. Pausing to trace the circle around her tender pink tissue around her firm nipple before mashing the two mounds together.
She could tell by the look in the Tank’s eyes that there was no explaining just how much he was enjoying this. He noticed just before she turned away that there was a noticeable wet spot between her legs. That meant there was no doubt she was enjoying this to.
Running her hands along the seductive curves of her ass and under the fabric she began slowly pushing down the undergarment until they fell freely to the ground. Hanz was still in disbelief, she had the most perfectly formed round ass and the legs to go with it. She turned back to Hanz to check his reaction.
He had seen the magazines the tankers passed around but nothing on those pages compared to the Aryan goddess that stood naked in front of him. The light from the lamp behind he seemed to outline her in gold, portraying her as the angle she must have been before coming to earth.
“You’ve never seen a human woman naked before, yes?”
Hanz shook his turret again, “Never”
“Well, feel free to explore me Hanz”
She took a couple steps closer to him wearing nothing but her scarf and high heels. Hanz’s manipulator hand started by pulling the scarf from around her neck, letting it fall. Two snakelike tendrils joined the first from either side of the opening at the driver’s viewport. They made their way to her breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight. Hanz had never felt anything like these. They were so soft and malleable. He squished and squeezed them with his tendrils, pressing them together and letting them go to watch them bounce.
Unnoticed to her another tendril slithered from the bow gunner’s slot, down his frontal armor and along his front. Hanz could feel the heat as he drew closer and closer to the dripping slit between her legs. Her eyes shot open with surprise as the tendril found the lips of her pussy and pushed inside. The feeling was so intense she collapsed forward, her breasts squishing and forming pancakes against his armored bow. He chuckled, very pleased with the results. Another tendril joined in following the path of the first but this time a couple centimeters higher, finding the Knob of nerve and flesh that he had heard would make human women “melt”.
Melting wasn’t the exact way he would describe what happened as he began massaging and digging away at her clit. He would have used the words convulsed and writhed to describe her reaction. She moaned and thrashed against him as the assault continued. He felt the heat of her breath against his hull as the first tendril found her G-spot and relentlessly began rubbing it. Her hot juices flowed down his tendrils before dripping onto the ground.
“Hanz, stop!” she moaned, her cheek pressed to his armor, “Fuck Hanz, I’m about to cum!”
“So who’s giving up now, Fräulein” he taunted, getting her back for her previous comment.
She let out a long sigh of relief as the tendrils withdrew and she was able to stand again.
“Now do you want to come up here for the real fun” Hanz said as she wiped off the dirt and twigs and twigs that clung to her breasts.
Heida bent over pressing her perfectly formed ass against the spare track section on his bow as she removed her shoes, making little motions so her ass was rubbed against as much of the tank as possible. She moved over to his treads and began climbing up, her bare feet having trouble finding footholds on the tracks so a couple of Hanz’s tendrils helped lift her onto the bow of the tank.
“Heida, I can’t thank you enough for doing this. You will be the first human woman I’ve been with, for a machine this is a most rare experience”
“You must be joking, I would have thought there would be women constantly after this a tank like yourself.” Hanz enjoyed her warm smile, almost as much as he enjoyed her warm feet and hands against his armor plating as she made her way to the ledge just in front of his turret and sat down.
Between her knees she could feel the heat radiating from his stiff cock. “So what do we do now?”
“You don’t worry about a thing liebchen. Let me do all the heavy lifting” Hanz said as a cluster of tendrils and manipulator hands emerged from both ports. A pair of large manipulator hands took a gently grip on her thighs while tendrils coiled around her waist and began lifting her. For her this would have been horrifying had she not known all this tank wanted was love. One of his tendrils snaked its way up her side and began wrapping itself around one of her breasts, lightly squeezing the soft tissue making her boob bulge like a balloon. Another of his manipulator hands found its way onto to her other breast. One of the fingers began rubbing and playing with her nipple.
He raised her over his cock, his stiff member throbbing harder than ever in anticipation of being able to push inside this beautiful girl. Two more tendrils wrapped around her legs and spread them wide, he would need her as open as possible to fit such girth.
She could feel his heat as she neared his cock. He slowly let her down until the tip of his member pressed against her wet lips. “Be brave my dear, the first time may hurt a little.” He moved her back and forth a few times, slathering her opening with the silvery paste, he hoped this would help make things easier. She could begin to feel pressure as he began to lower her. Little by little her lips began to stretch, sending small jolts of pain through her as his huge member tried to gain entrance. She winced and moaned as his dick pushed harder and harder. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming aloud as more and more of him began pushing inside her. She let out a hiss as she felt it begin to slide in.
Hanz let out a deep moan of pleasure as his head slipped through her stretched opening. Already he could feel globs of hot pre squirting inside her, lubricating her insides. His machine lovers had been soft but none like this girl. She was so tight on him and even as he pushed in her body clamped down on him with a force he had never expected. Inch by inch he went deeper, going slowly so he wouldn’t hurt her. He stopped at around six inches, unsure how deep he could go without hurting her. His engine had responded to the stimulation, holding him at an idle as she sat there his member buried inside her.
Heida could feel evert inch as it entered her body. On the up side it was warm and stimulated every possible surface in every possible way, his ribbed surface seeming to be designed to stimulate the female body. On the other hand she had never stretched before. She reached down and thought she could almost feel a light bulging in her lower stomach. She wondered how this tank didn’t actually split her in half. Another plus was the hot globs of pre she could feel rolling into her body, warming her insides. The feeling of having a Panzer inside her was the most intense feeling she had ever felt, there was no comparison.
She felt a tendril come up and begin stroking her cheek, “It may hurt a little now but, you will love this just as much as I will” Hanz said softly in her ear, taking a little bit of her mind off the pain.
Hanz slowly began lifting her off. She felt every inch leaving her until only his head remained inside her. Her moans and heavy breaths were music to Hanz’s ears. Her labored breaths matched the gentle revving oh his engine as they both caught up with that was happening.
She trembled softly as he began lowering her again, his member driving into her still tight body. More and more of his thick liquid continued flowing into her. She wondered just how much he had in those tanks.
This time he went a little deeper, going until his tip gently brushed the delicate knot of her cervix, he now knew just how much she could take. “Are you ready?” Hanz said, a tendril running over her silky soft skin.
“Yes Hanz” she panted, placing a hand on his cannon as she readied for whatever he had planned.
He pushed into her again, only faster this time and after he reached depth he didn’t stop, he pulled back and repeated the cycle. She couldn’t help herself any longer. She let out a loud shout of pleasure stirring birds that had taken roost in the rafters. Nothing in her life had made her as happy as she was being made love to by one of Germany’s most powerful machines of war. Hanz felt the same way he loved the feeling of being buried deep in this human, his engine revving with joy.
He picked it up faster and faster until he found the pace he liked. She bounced up and down as he moaned and grunted with pleasure. The pre inside her began mounting as more and more was added with each powerful thrust. The piston action of his cock began forcing the sticky liquid out around the edges of his cock. It was expelled with such force that it squirted all over his armor and the inside of her legs, making one hell of a mess. Puddles of the stuff had begun forming on his bow armor, rolling down the incline and off into the hay. More powerful thrusts had her toes curled around the lip of his frontal armor as she moaned for more of the tiger inside her.
By this point the side effects of his machine liquids began really start to take effect. She could feel herself becoming lightheaded, gradually slipping into a state of euphoria. She could hardly feel the pain of his massive member inside her anymore. All cares in the world seemed to slip away as this mighty machine of a man made love to her.
She could feel herself getting caught up in the intensity of everything. “Come on Hanz, I know you’ve got more in you. Show me that fearsome Tiger reputation.” she moaned through quakes of pleasure as he bounced her up and down, penetrating her over and over again.
As she wished, he decided to kick it up a notch, dispatching one of his manipulator hands to just above her overextended pussy and again found the fleshy knot of her clit. The fingers flicked, fondled, kneaded and massaged her to ecstasy, playing with it in every possible way. She cried out in pleasure, louder than she ever had before as she was stimulated beyond belief.
Hanz could feel something mounting deep in his frame. They had only been going for fifteen minutes, he had to make it last longer. If he was to die tomorrow, he wanted tonight to last for as long as possible. The chaotic motions ceased and he lifted her off his cock, the suction producing a wet pop as it was removed.
“What’s wrong Hanz, did I do something” she questioned, worried she had done something to upset him.
His RPMs slowed back to idle as he caught his breath. “No my dear, I just can’t let this end so soon. A soldier has to realize that each time may be his last so he must make the most of every moment.”
He released her from his grasp and placed her back on the ledge. She honestly felt sympathy for the tank. She had never thought of it that way before, that these machines could die to, that they feared death just like any other soldier on the battlefield. “I’m yours all night Hanz, you big adorable tank.” Smiling she pressed her lips against his gun mantlet and have him a lingering kiss on the face then, curled as close to him as she could so he could feel her skin against his.
They cuddled for nearly half an hour, Heida giving him kiss after kiss, rubbing his battle scars hoping her touch made the damage Hanz had received feel even the slightest bit better.
“Did you have anything in mind for the next part?” She said getting up from her resting place. She turned to face Hanz her knees on either side of the drivers hatch.
“Just stay right where you are.” He said, extending a tendril which wrapped around her waist and leaned her forward. Hanz felt a spike in RPMs as her plump human breasts were pressed against his gun mantlet. His cock extended even further from its housing until it was again right between her legs. The large manipulator hands from before reached up and grabbed big handfuls of her luscious ass and gently spread them apart.
This time she grinned, closing her eyes as the he entered the warmth of her sopping folds. Now that she had become accustomed to his girth it didn’t hurt so much when he penetrated, in fact, it was almost pleasurable.
From this position she could now play a part. She rolled her hips back and forth on his shaft, feeling his hot liquids flowing into her again. Hanz couldn’t believe the ways this human could move, it was so fluid, so graceful. Her breasts rubbed up and down against his face with each erotic motion as fluids began seeping from her, creating a pool of the thick silvery goodness in the dented in driver’s hatch.
His hands continued caressing and kneading her ass cheeks, they felt like nothing he had ever felt before. She moaned and rode until he could take it no longer. This time there was not getting her off to prolong the experience. With each thrust his revs became louder, his RPM’s steadily rising until his engine was almost deafening. He shuddered and shook as the climax finally came his engine absolutely red lining. An ungodly amount of his hot tank seed gushed into her, filling every nook and cranny she as he took hold and continued pumping into her. The excess spilled out, some running down her legs but, most pouring out onto his hull. He felt like his pistons would break through his engine block the orgasm is so good.
Heida moaned right along with him as he pumped liters of seed onto her, the feeling of him exploding inside her driving her to climax right after him.
Her weak arms grasped the gun mantlet, trying to keep herself from falling flat on top of him as she worked to catch her breath. It was as if he had zapped every ounce of energy from her body. “Hanz, that was incredible” she said still breathless.
Gently he removed himself from her, unleashing a torrent of tank cum from her body. Taking one last deep breath she rolled herself over and sat down, leaning back on his turret and resting her head on the gun. She was exhausted, high and enjoying the afterglow. She didn’t even care that she was sitting in a puddle of tank goo, in fact in this moment in time it felt nice. She wanted to cuddle Hanz forever, just wrap her arms around that gun and give him a big hug.
“I can’t believe I just made love to a tank” she said, thinking of just how absurd that itself sounded “I never for a second imagined as I was walking home that I would end up with a Tiger inside me. Now, without him inside her, she felt somehow empty. She had gotten to like being crammed full by Hanz.
“You have done a great service to a lonely soldier. I can never repay you for all that you’ve done for me”
“Will I see you again” she interrupted.
“Liebchen, I don’t know. I hope I will, maybe even come back after the war. If you would like that?”
“I think I would” she said, smiling as she held herself close to the Panzer.
“Do you hear something” Heida said sitting up and looking towards the door.
Tires came to a halt on the dirt just outside the door and the rumble of an engine could be heard through the wooden door. Hanz listened closely, he could hear muffled words exchanged then with another rumble of the engine the vehicle tore off.
There was no time to hide or get dressed and pretend like nothing happened. They both stared anxiously at the door, waiting to see who would come through.
The door creaked as it swung open and a man walked in. Hanz let out a deep sigh of relief as he saw Karl, dressed up in his SS black.
“Well what do we have here?” Karl said inquisitively, smiling at his tank “How does my tank find a fräulein to roll in the hay with and I can’t find a bottle of decent scotch?”
“Karl, you scared the hell out of us. How did you find us?”
“Hanz do realize what you are asking?” Karl raised an eyebrow, “how did I find 54 tonnes of tank?” he said sarcastically. “I followed your tracks you fool. What’s your name miss?”
“Heida, Heida von Schauss” she replied timidly. She knew the reputations of these black uniformed SS men.
“Hanz you lucky fool. You don’t even know who you have here, do you?” Karl laughed, “The actress…”
Hanz shook his turret.
“Well just know you got very lucky”
Heida was red with embarrassment. Not only had some strange man walked in on her, naked, still covered in her tank lover’s seed but, she hadn’t acted since the war and before that she was hardly even noteworthy.
“My dear” he said turning to Heida who still sat naked on Hanz’s hull, doing her best to cover as much of herself as possible. “You wouldn’t happen to know where one might find a decent bottle of scotch, I’ll settle for fair at this point”
She quietly nodded and carefully began crawling down off Hanz.
Karl couldn’t help but stare at her nude body as she hastily began redressing herself, even despite still being coated in all the things Hanz had given her.
Karl could sense a note of sadness as she dashed off into the night. “I can’t believe it, how does a tank manage to get a beautiful fräulein to sleep with him”
“You’re just jealous” Hanz replied, retracting all his parts back into their respective slots. Again returning to the appearance of a standard Tiger I tank.
“Eh” Karl said shrugging, there was a little truth to this.
“Karl, is there anyone else here?”
“No” Karl replied “that is unless you have any girls stashed in the hay. Why, what is it?”
Hanz thought for a moment but, there was no other way to put it, “Karl we’re not going to survive this war. We’ve been lucky so far but…”
“I wouldn’t call four years and 3 different campaigns luck” Karl interrupted, “what are you getting at?”
“Karl don’t you see, this war is over.”
“Now how do you see that?” Karl was fairly sure what Hanz was getting at, but wanted to give him a chance to change his point.
“Can’t you see?” Desperation slipping into the tank’s voice, “The Allies are days away from the Rhine River and the Communists are pushing on Berlin. BERLIN, the capitol of the German Reich!” Hanz was sure he couldn’t have made it any clearer, “We’ve lost.”
He couldn’t believe he was hearing this. The tank he had fought alongside for most of the war conceding defeat. Karl put a hand over his face, rubbing his brow as he let out a sigh “Hanz, you know this is treason, right?” He looked his tank straight in the eye “They can’t shoot you like they would any soldier expressing such beliefs” he said, his tone slowly rising “they will send you back to Kassel and have you torn apart for spare parts for Tigers who are still willing to fight!” By this point it had become a yell. He reached in his uniform and pulled out the Knights Cross, holding it out so there was no way Hanz couldn’t see it, “I was awarded this for bravery in battle in the name of the Reich by our Führer Adolf Hitler. Did you forget that, OUR Führer?”
“I remember, I was there…”
Karl cut him off, “and did you also forget these words ‘absolute allegiance until death. So help me God’, our oath before God and the Führer?”
“Karl, can’t you see? Our thousand year Reich has been cut down to mere months. We will fall for something that had already fallen.”
“Then we’ll die, die a hero’s death, Hanz. I will never surrender. Is that what you want? You want us to surrender? Which will it be, the red dogs to the east, or will it be to the American horde to the west? No, I would rather die on my feet, behind a gun, than spend a single day in one of their camps, treated like a herd of cattle.”
Hanz had never known a man more loyal than Karl but, he could understand that, Karl had made the SS his family. “Karl, I never said surrender. What we have to do is survive.”
“Oh, so run away, that’s what you want to do?”
Hanz began getting frustrated with his stubborn attitude “We can live Karl! We don’t have to die for nothing. If we were to die tomorrow it would not be for the Fatherland, it would be for the dead ideals of a collapsing government”
Karl was dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Hanz, the tank he had fought countless battles with, a brave soldier of the German people, now asking him to turn tail and run. He could feel his blood almost at a boiling point. “Hanz, you will return to the motor pool and NEVER speak of this again.”
Karl stepped aside, giving Hanz a harsh glare as he passed by and headed down the road to the Reinbach garrison camp. He shook his head. He couldn’t believe Hanz could think that way. After all they’d been through, the battles they’d fought in the name of Germany and now he was doubting the war.
He turned and began the kilometer long walk back to the city center.
Hours had passed as Hanz sat under the overhang in the Reinbach motor pool, alone with the exception of the other non-living vehicles. He knew this was punishment for his comments as he usually would have been in his own large maintenance tent in the tanker’s area. ‘How could Karl be so blind?’ he thought to himself. Hanz knew he was an intelligent man, not one of the weak willed that blindly followed the man with the loudest voice. It was the strength of his will that would be his downfall.
Hanz was about to doze off into what the machines would most closely associate with sleep when he heard something behind him. Unable to traverse his turret far enough to see he called out, “Who’s there?”
“Be quiet you fool!” Karl whispered, approaching him from behind, having to squeeze between Hanz and the vehicle next to him to get to his front. Karl carried a large duffle bag in one hand and an MG-42 machine gun over his left shoulder, a couple hundred rounds draped over the barrel.
“What are you doing here?” Hanz asked, confused as to why Karl would be there in the middle of the night.
“We’re getting out of here.”
“So you understood what I was saying?”
“It does make sense, I only hope there will be a Germany after the war. Now Hanz we have to hurry. I have family about two hundred kilometers from here so we’ll need to pack some extra fuel”
Karl threw his gear on Hanz’s bow, “Why did you bring a machine gun?”
“Because I like it.”
“Well, you like Pak 44’s do you want me to tow one of those along to.”
Karl paused for a moment ‘that would make a good souvenir’ he thought to himself. “Oh stop complaining” he finally said walking over to the refueling station.
“What about Woll?”
“I talked to him. He said he would find his own way home.”
Karl began hefting cans of fuel up onto Hanz’s hull while Hanz put them inside the turret just barely fitting them through the narrow hatch. Hanz sucked fuel at a staggering rate so they would need this to get to where they were going.
Karl climbed up the side, attaching the MG mount he had pilfered from the armory and hooking up his black metal beast of a machine gun. He flipped on an internal light and noticed the fully stocked ammunition slots. “What’s all this for, I thought you wanted to quit the war?”
“And I thought you wanted to keep fighting”
05 March 1945, 2145
Sturmbannführer Karl Holtz (DESERTER), Tiger I Hanz (DESERTER)
Deserted from duty, SS Heavy Panzer Company, 1st Platoon, 5th Panzer Army
Hanz and Karl made their way out of the garrison as quietly as a Panzer could but anyone who did notice was smart enough not to question the business of a SS Tiger. It was only a few kilometers to Remagen, as soon as they crossed that bridge they were home free. He almost had to remind himself to breath as they passed the tanks and heavy guns that guarded one of the last bridges into the heart of Germany. If the Allies managed to capture the bridge in tact the war might as well be over. None of the soldiers said anything about the Tiger going the wrong direction but Karl could feel their eyes watching him, just waiting for one of them to stop him and question where he thought he was going.
Hanz slowed as he approached the lip of the bridge. He hated bridges, he hated everything about them. A tank was supposed to be on the ground, solid, firm ground, not on a flimsy piece of wood and metal. He hated being afraid of something so stupid, he was supposed to be the fearsome Tiger.
“Hanz, we have to keep going.” Karl urged, “Every second we waist, we risk being caught.”
He didn’t have to tell him, Hanz knew it. He moved slowly until his treads felt the bridge under him. He had felt the same way on the boats to and from Africa. He cruised at a slow easy pace across the bridge. Every creak and groan from the stressed metal under his tracks sent chills all through his frame. Hitting the halfway point he could see the other side clearly. With all the speed his engine would give him he bolted for the far side.
“That’s it Hanz” Karl said, patting his turret as they reached the far side and began southeast along the road that traced the river.
They hadn’t even been traveling long before Karl dozed off in his commander’s seat, somehow able to fall asleep despite the powerful engine roaring behind him, Hanz had taken the map and began navigating himself, he knew Karl needed the rest.
He had no idea how long it had been before he was awoken as Hanz came to a stop. “Halt, who goes there!” he heard a voice shout, but something was wrong about this voice. Karl rubbed his eyes and stood to see what was going on.
“Identify yourself or I’ll shoot you!”
Karl couldn’t believe it. The boy could have been no older than 15, the K 98 rifle he held looked to be nearly as tall as he was. The sleeves of the oversized uniform almost went all the way over his hands. Everything he wore was too large. He had to keep pushing his helmet back up every time it fell over his eyes. Karl looked to his right and saw another boy, maybe even younger, trying to keep up the bulging head of a Panzerfaust, his uniform just as improperly sized.
“I said I’ll shoot!” the boy repeated.
Karl couldn’t believe this, this boy had no business being out after curfew, not to mention holding a rifle. “Do you know what this means” Karl said pulling on his collar tab. The boy’s demeanor changed in an instant.
“This means SS Sturmbannführer”
“I’m sorry sir” he said lowering the rifle and looking to the ground as if his mother had just yelled at him for breaking a lamp.
War was no place for a boy and Karl hated doing this but he had to keep his cover. “Now stand aside.”
The boy moved out of the way and allowed them to pass. Karl slumped back into his seat. “Hanz, is this what this war has come to? We’re using children to fight?”
“Karl you knew about this, Hitler mobilized the Volkssturm. The young, the sick, the old, everyone is to die in this war in the name of his Reich.”
Karl shook his head in disbelief, how could it have come to this.
It would be another five and a half hours until they reached the hill just on the outskirts of Battenberg, the small town where Karl had grown up. At Karl’s request, Hanz pulled into a patch of trees, out of sight of the town. “Now, you wait here, I’ve got to go into town and figure a few things out.” Karl grabbed a plain gray overcoat from his duffle to cover his uniform and started walking into town.
The main street was for the most part empty, save a few shop owners moving carts out onto the sidewalk in preparation to open. He couldn’t hardly believe it, this town seemed untouched by the war. There were no bomb craters or piles of rubble where a building had been, no banners or propaganda, it seemed the same as when he had left six years ago. Karl checked his watch, just a little past seven, people would just be getting up. Looking down the street, he saw an elderly woman come walking out of one of the apartments and begin down the street. He recognized her as Frau Brünhauser, one of his primary school teachers.
“Frau Brünhauser?” Karl said placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder, the startle almost making the old woman jump out of her skin.
“Oh, Karl, you startled me.” she said, letting out a sigh of relief “I thought you were off in the war.”
“My service ended.” Karl said, coming up with the quickest lie he could, “How is my family?”
He got a bad feeling as her expression quickly turned “Nobody told you?” she wanted desperately not to be the bearer of this bad news, but Karl quickly got the feeling he knew what she was about to say “After your brother died on the Eastern Front your mother couldn’t take it. She became ill last year” Karl could tell by the look in old woman’s eyes that it hurt telling him this. “A few months ago she gave into the sickness.”
Karl couldn’t fight the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had no one else. “Your family’s farm is still there. The bürgermeister wouldn’t let the city take it until the war was over, most assumed you to be dead.”
Karl nodded, trying to keep his composure, “Thank you Frau. Now, I have a few things to attend to so would you be so kind as to not tell anyone I’m back.”
She nodded sympathetically, “Goodbye Karl.”
He had all he needed to know, even if he hated what he now knew. The walk seemed a lot longer as he headed back to the thicket where Hanz was hiding.
“What’s the matter Karl?” Hanz could clearly see something was very wrong.
“You know big guy, you’re all I’ve got now.” Karl said placing a hand on Hanz’s armor and immediately Hanz knew. “Let’s get going.” Something about Hanz’s engine rumbling to life made him feel a little better, Hanz was the closest thing he had to family now.
They backtracked down the main road a few hundred meters before turning onto a winding dirt road. It didn’t take long before they reached the reached the Holtz family farm. It had been years since Karl had seen home. The small single story house was just as he remembered. The brown paint had begun to fade and the unkempt grass and weeds had begun growing up around the porch, but it was home.
Perched right at the foot of a mountain, the farm had a fair sized barn and stables for animals that had no doubt been taken rather than left for dead. Just to the east was rolling grassy green hills that seemed to go off into nowhere.
Karl jumped down, taking it all in. The clean mountain air was a pleasant change over smoke and decaying flesh. “Hanz, this is home now. The barn hopefully should be a nice fit for you.” Karl took off his SS cover and placed it on Hanz’s bow, “We’re going to have to lay low for a while. We’re both deserters from the German army so, you’re going to have to stay on the farm from now on.” It hurt telling Hanz he was going to be in hiding for the rest of his existence. “Anyhow, I don’t think there’s enough petrol within a hundred kilometers to fill that tank of yours and you’re almost empty. Just think of it this way, we’re going to make it.”
Over the next few months Karl listened to Nazi propaganda radio broadcasts cease and in their place English broadcasts declaring victory and the unconditional surrender of Nazi Germany. On 8 May 1945 the second Great War came to an end. His uniforms and medals had been buried in a metal box behind the house, every piece of his past in the war hidden under a foot of dirt, dirt him and so many others had fought to defend. Hanz stayed on the farm, hiding himself in the barn whenever company came around. He longed to be with other people but knew what it would mean if he were discovered. From time to time he sat in the fields just enjoying the feeling of the sun on his armor and the gently brush of the long grass on his tracks.
Karl had slowly slipped into the rural lifestyle, his facial hair had grown out into a decent beard and he had taken to wearing his father’s tattered work clothing as he tended to the renewed farm. While this was nothing compared to his military service he had gained some comfort in the monotony. He found some guilty solace in the thought that he had survive where so many hadn’t.
15 September 2031, 0923
Tri-Star Group corporate building
Chase turned as he heard the frantic “click-clack” of high heels on marble coming towards him. Almost tripping over herself, came the overzealous head of the Heritage Corps’ Research and Recovery Team, running down the hallway.
In 2030, Chase had begun a massive undertaking known as the Heritage Corps. The mission of the Heritage Corps was to create the largest and most complete collection of military vehicles and artifacts dating back to the First World War both living and not. Through this, he would preserve the heritage of these machines, providing a museum of sorts with the machines themselves as the docents. In only a year and a half he had amassed a formidable collection. However, even with his wealth of resources a number of vehicles eluded his grasp, these vehicles made their way onto his famous “Pick List”, the most elusive, finding a place on the “White List”. The Pick List had become the dubious task of the scholarly Savahanna Wilde.
“Mr. Weber, Mr. Weber!” Savahana called out as she approached, her pristine English accent as strong as the day he’d stole her away from Bovington.
“What is it?” Chase said, genuinely afraid she was about to fall flat on her face. “If it’s a pair of running shoes you’re after, I think we can work something out.”
“No, I have something important for you.” The humor obviously went right over her head.
“Well let’s go inside and talk about this.”
She followed him into the large open office that took up a majority of the top floor. He sat behind his desk and she took the chair to its front. “Alright what is this most urgent news?”
“It’s about the White list.” She started, “Kubinka said they would be willing to talk about trying to start negotiate for the Maus, but didn’t promise anything.” She opened her notes, “I tried my best with Bovington, pulled all the strings I had but they still won’t give up 131. They insist there is absolutely no way they will part with that tank.”
“So did you bring me any good news?” All of that could have been covered in an email so Chase knew she must have something important.
“We think we’ve found something.” A wide smile shot across her face, “A Tiger”
She now had his utmost interest, “Are we talking about another rusted out hull in the bottom of a lake?”
“No sir. According to late German war records an SS tank commander went AWOL with his Tiger and was never seen again. We think we’ve traced it down to a small town in western Germany.”
“Is the information solid?”
“Solid enough that I would like to ask to send a team to investigate.”
He thought about it for a moment. “Don’t bother.” Chace said seeing an opportunity, “Just forward me the details. I think this could make a good vacation.”
Chase reached to the panel on his desk and keyed call button and his personal assistant picked up, “Evan, call Anya, ask her to pack my things and get ready for a flight to Europe.”
“Did you talk to her, sir? Last time she started yelling at me in Russian.” Evans voice came through the desk speaker.
“Yeah, she should be ok.” Chase almost laughed. Evan had caught her on a bad day and his ear had paid the price, “Also call up the airfield and tell them to have Eagle 1 ready for the flight”
At noon, Chase and Anya boarded the custom AN-225 and set off on the long flight, enjoying the benefits of owning a private jet by renewing their memberships to the mile high club multiple times.
Chase followed the notes he had been provided by the research team and eventually found the daughter of an SS Sturmbannführer, Karl Holtz. From her, Chase got all he needed to know.
In Reinbach, Germany the descendants of Anna Holtz were selling a piece of the estate that had been in the family for generations. It was prime real estate but with the market in its current state the price made it well out of reasonable reach. Going on a hunch Chase bought the property up front. Even if there was no Tiger at least he would be able to build a decent vacation home.
Later that afternoon, Anya set down in the grassy field a few hundred meters from an extremely neglected farm. Two weeks of trekking across Europe and he was finally here.
“You know there’s supposed to be a Nazi tank in there, Right?” Anya said as her rotors slowed to a stop, “During that time your people and his didn’t have the best of relations.”
Chase laughed, “Neither did yours.”
“Denton just outfitted me with these new AGMs, I feel something’s going wrong, you better take cover because I will rocket the whole place.” Chase thanked god she hadn’t lost her accent during her time in America. “That’s why I love you Anya.” He said placing a kiss on his Hinds cheek.
After making his way across the field he found himself at the back of the house. It was clear by the overgrown weeds and general poor state of the house that no one had been there in decades. He made his way around the side of the house peering in the windows. It looked, to him, as if the occupants had just stood up and left, or perhaps died, with children too uncaring to clean the place up.
He looked to the right as he reached the front porch. If there was a tiger on this property he knew exactly where it would be. He began walking toward the old wooden barn to the north of the house. The wood had begun to decay and nearly all the red paint had curled and fallen away. Chase could feel his heart pounding as he came close to the door. All his life he had been obsessed with the Tiger, learning German just so he could read an original Tigerfibel his great grandfather had kept from World War 2. Holding his breath in anticipation, Chase swung the two large barn doors open. He was struck speechless by what he saw.
Before him stood a mountain of armor and guns, the pride of German engineering and terror of Allied tankers. The wide tracks, the box hull and round turret and topping it all off the fearsome 88 millimeter gun. Chase was completely in awe, it had all paid off.
“Wer ist da?” Chase heard a gruff voice coming from the tank. So the stories he had been told were true. This machine was a living machine. A pair of vibrant green eyes opened at the front corners of the turret as the Panzer spoke. A loud strained cranking sound came from the Tiger’s engine, followed by a cough and puff of smoke and then silence.
Fortunately he had brushed up on his German on the plane ride over, but the phrases he used with Anya wouldn’t do him much good in this situation. The two weeks in mostly German speaking territories helped to.
“Ich bin Chase, Chase Weber.” Chase replied, still looking over the tank’s magnificent features.
“You are an American?”
Chase nodded, “and you are a Tiger.”
“What year is it?” The tank said.
Chase was a little surprised. What he had expected to find is a WWII tank that had been cut off from the world since 1945, still bearing a hefty grudge against anything that spoke English. This was not the case however, he seemed to hold no animosity for the American in front of him. He seemed more disoriented and confused.
“Last I remember it was August 1986, when the radio stopped working.”
Chase looked to his side and saw a wooden table bearing a simplistic 1960’s era radio. “What’s your name?” Chase asked, doing as little to aggravate the Panzer as possible.
“My name is Hanz.”
“Hanz, I hate to tell you this but the date is the second of October… 2031.” Chase almost felt bad as he told Hanz this. Hanz looked about, trying to make sense of it all.
It took Chase over an hour to catch Hanz up on everything that had happened in the past 40-something years. Hanz could hardly believe any of it. The tearing down of the berlin wall and reunification of Germany, the fall of the Soviet Union, wars in the Middle East, Terrorist attacks on the United Stated, the plague nearly wiping out Africa, the decimation of North Korea, the list went on and on.
Chase pulled up a stool from one of the stables and listened while Hanz told his story of the war. He was intrigued by all the things the tank had done. He told him of North Africa, the Italian campaign, Normandy and eventually the defense of Germany itself. Chase couldn’t believe all the things Hanz had to tell. He even told him about Karl and all the battles they had been through together.
“I met Karl’s daughter, Liesel, a very nice lady. Actually she was the one who confirmed you were here.”
“How is Liesel?”
“I’m afraid old age has taken its toll on her memory, all she could remember was her big metal friend. Now tell me about what happened after the war.”
Hanz squinted thinking back to what had happened after the war, “Hanz buried everything tying himself to the war in a box and found his way into the real world again. In the last few months of the war he managed to fix up the farm and seemed to have put everything behind him. That all changed when the war actually ended. When he heard about the extermination camps it hurt him, it hurt him bad. He honestly believed that we were the good guys that we were fighting for a better Germany. I know one would be considered insane for thinking such a thing now but, that was truth back then, we were soldiers fighting for our country. When he heard of military commanders going on trial for war crimes he seemed to lose all faith in any justice in the world. Then when the Allied powers tore Germany apart he just couldn’t take any of it anymore. For two years he isolated himself from the entire world. It wasn’t until `47 or `48 that he started getting back out into the world. In 1950 Karl got married, had Liesel and lived on this farm until the day he died. They moved away and it was only Liesel who knew about me so I was forgotten with time. The years began to fly by and after a while I just lost track and stopped caring.”
“May I take a look at you Hanz?” Chase said as he began looking over Hanz. He couldn’t believe it, the tank showed no signs of age. No rust, no worn paint, the only thing that showed his age was the weeds that had grown between his treads.
“Hanz, I Have a proposal for you. I want you to come back to America and be a part of the Heritage Corps. This is strictly voluntary and you will be paid.”
“What is the Heritage Corps?”
“It is a collection of military vehicles from around the world, dating from World War One until modern times. The Tiger I tank is extremely rare, there is only one example of a fully operational Tiger in the world. That makes you one of the last survivors. Now it’s up to you to tell the world your story, you have to show them a true Tiger, a true German soldier.”
“Will they not hate me in America?”
“Hanz, you will intrigue and fascinate people. This will be your chance to set the record straight.”
“Chase, I will accept your offer. I tire of sitting on this farm. If I am to be placed on a stand for people to stare at, so be it. It will be better than sitting here alone.”
“Hanz that’s the brilliance of the Heritage Corps, it’s a living museum. The vehicles move about, interact in open environments so they show and teach. It is the first and largest of its kind.”
It took a few days for a team of Heritage Corps restoration experts to clean the gelled fuel from his engine but otherwise have him a clean bill of health. Finally able to start again and with a full tank of quality petrol, Hanz revved his engine. He had forgot how good it had felt to run again. Chase had dug up the metal container and found a treasure chest of WWII artifacts, including Karl’s uniforms, pistol and K98 sniper rifle along with an American made trench knife. Chase promised Hanz that this would be put on display in the museum.
Finally fixed and ready Hanz was able to move for the first time in near fifty years. It felt good to feel fresh earth under his tracks. He had almost forgot what it felt like to be under the sun, to feel the autumn breeze.
“What is that?” Hanz said turning his turret to see something he did not recognize sitting in the middle of the field.
“Hanz, that’s my Anya, a Russian MI-24 attack helicopter.”
Hanz seemed in disbelief, he had never seen anything like her before.
“A lot has changed, you’ll see many of new and different things.”
“She is alive, yes?”
He nodded, “Not only alive, she’s my lover, we’ve been together for over 10 years now.”
Hanz seemed lost in thought for a moment, looking off into the distance as if recalling a fond memory, “I remember I was with a human once, during the war. If I remember right her name was Heida von Schauss.”
Chase’s eyes widened as he heard the name. “So Hanz, you mean to tell me that you’ve been with Heida von Schauss. Maybe you didn’t hear about it but she became very famous after the war. Her great granddaughter is one of the biggest actresses in Hollywood right now, a gorgeous woman.” Chase paused rubbing his chin before forming a devious smile, “You two should meet.”
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