Safeguard: Black #1

"I hope neither of you have any plans for the rest of teh year because you're going in deep," Director Takkula comments to Arrow and L'escrimeur as he motions them to sit in a pair of chairs infront of his desk, the director himself sits down and looks at the pair, "You two are going undercover. In your civillian identities into the German underground. You are going to infiltrate Blatt's organization and take it apart from the inside out."

As custom the director's pause is met only by silence as the two men look forward with emotionless eyes.

"Good," the director rises and moves to a cabinet and pulls out a bottle filled with a redish brown lquid, pulling three tumblers out with his other hand he sets the glasses infront of the two silent heroes. Pouring each a half glass the director pours himself some as well.

"We already have a working alibi as to why you'll be unavaliable in London. You two are starting this effective immediately, you'll be escorted into the holding cells in front of Schulterriemen you two will befriend him and when he get's transferred to a cell in Germany you will go along with him. This means you will not be armed with your equipment, but we will transfer them to a safe house in Germany. Once you escape the prison you two will be able to get to the safehouse and gather up your things."

"No one aside from me and a few other top rankign agents know what you are doing, so you will effectively be cut off from safeguard. Your costumes will be bugged, and you will be issued with new costumes as we can't let you run around as Arrow, and L'escrimeur Mystérieux."

Picking up his glass Director Takkula stands and raises it, "Gentlemen."

Both Arrow and Kepher rise from their seats and take up their glasses.

"To a successful mission," the Directory says as he downs the glass in one gulp, the two heroes do likewise and than putting their glasses down they nod to Director Takkula who escorts them out of the room.

~~~

"Christ Arrow," Randy Merrick says as he pulls on a Safeguard prisoner uniform with his back turned to the Hungarian hero, "this is some deep stuff, I don't even know German."

"If you really wish I will teach you," Arrow responds in a hollow voice. "C'mon man you're always so dead. Don't you have any personallity?"

"I'm afraid I do not have much of one..."

"You're such a wanker you know that?"

"You have mentioned that to me before Randy."

"Yeah yeah, you're worse than the bloody robot. Well let's get our asses in gear." Merrick responds as he stands up and dusts off the pale grey jumpsuit, "Well these are god awfull."

"They serve their purpose."

"Can it and let's go."

~~~

"Hey Karsten you got some cellmates!" The large guard yells from down the hall as he escorts Arrow and Merrick to their cells. Pressing a few buttons the guard opens a cell to the left of Karsten's cell and shoves Arrow roughjly through it. Merrick is likewise pushed roughly into the cell on Karsten's right."You three play nice eh?"

"You can't treat us like this you wanker! Get your bloody ass back here and let me out I didn't do anything!"

"Sure you didn't!"

"Bloody hell! You 'ave super powers and they slam you into a cell just because of it."

Raging for almost three more minutes Randy curses at the guards while Arrow sits cross legged in the middle of his cell.

"The manner in which you act, seems detremental to our situation."

"Ah who asked you?!" Randy shouts back across Karsten's cell, "hey aren't you one of those Nazi blokes that was on TV a couple weeks ago?"

Dieter Karsten barely acknowledges Randy's presence, fixing the undercover hero with a cold stare, "Wer ich bin, ist keines Ihres Geschäfts, Sie schmutzige beschmutzte Entschuldigung für den Sohn einer Dirne."

Kicking at the bars connecting his and Karsten's cell Randy shouts, "What the hell did you say to me you sod?! Hey Dead-Eye what did he say to me?"

"I believe he called into question the nobility of your mother my friend."

"Ha! That's a good one!" Merrick laughs as he shoves his hand through the bars, they call me Sabre, That one over there is Dead-Eye, you know cause he's a dead shot."

Rising Karsten moves to stand in front of Merrick, "Schulterriemen."

"Ha I knew it! Hey Dead! He's a bonafide man killer this one!" Randy says as he pulls his arm back, "Saw you on the tely before we got nabbed we did. Bastards just stormed into my house. No warrant no nothing. Just up and took us away in the night the sodding bastards! Can you believe that?!"

"You did not commit a crime?"

"We did," Dead-Eye's mono-tone voice cut in.

"Would've gotten away with it to if it weren't for those lousy psychics they got. Oughtta be a law against that sorta thing," Sabre commented matter of factly.

"There is," Dead-Eye responded.

Throwing his hands up in the air in frustration Randy trns and walks to the other sidDee of the cell, "Thanks so much for that Sherlock! Bloody git takes everythign so litteral."

"You did not answer my question," Karsten interrupted.

"Yes we did. You asked if we were criminals. We said we were. What you want to know what we were doing?"

"Ja."

"He said yes."

"Thanks for that Dead." Randy shakes his head and turns to Karsten, "We was about to blow up the British Parliament. Limey bastards got wind before we got the charges all set."

"I see. Very good."

"Very good? Bloody brilliant more like! I heard you got nabbed robbin' a bloody museum!"

"You heard wrong," Karsten responded angrily.

"No you were placed under arrest while confronting the current Safeguard Team outside the Aerospace Museum in Berlin."

"Hahahahahaha! He's got you there!" Sabre laughed.

"So it may be but I was captured doing my duty to further the goals of the mighty Aryan nation."

"That's all well and good, you're still stuck here with us."

"I have faith that I will not be here for long."

"Oh? Planning an escape?" Sabre frowned.

"Once Rottes Blatt's plan comes to fruition Safeguard will be no more and all of Europe will kneel before the might of Rottes Blatt!"

"Sounds like a laugh. You guys need some help with that?"

"Nien. Help will not be needed from mutts like you."

"Oy who you callin' a mutt ya inbred git?!"

Schulterriemen responds only with a hearty laugh as he returns to his bunk and sits down.

"Who tha 'ell needs ya." Sabre spits, "C'mon Dead let's get outta this Scrabble 'ole and leave the killer to his fates."

With a cry of alarm Schulterriemen stands up again and eyes Dommenick, "How exactly will you leave?"

With a big grin Randy lifts up a keycard, "Lifted this offa one of those guards."

"Oh good work Sabre you have truly out done yourself this time." Dead-Eye says.

"Yeah well let's blow this joint and see if we can't get back down to the ground."

"Wait!" Karsten shouts.

"Whaddaya want facist?"

"Take me with you. You will be handsomely rewarded."

"Oh? You gonna let us play with your team?"

"I cannot promise such but I will speak with Rottes Blatt about you."

"Good enough. Pack your gear blondie we're gone!"