[u][b]9:25 PM
December 1st
Abandoned Factory, Hub City[/b][/u]

	The smog of Hub City's meager industrial district carried over the wind as Wilhelm stood atop the abandoned factory, his base of operations. Gunfire could be heard echoing in the distance, a testament to the failures of democracy. The gathered group of German Restorationists behind him dead silent, as had been instructed, continuing to keep them under his control stressing on Wilhelm's mind.

	Wilhelm closed his eyes a moment and took a deep breath. Just a little longer, that was all he needed, he had to keep going. Telepathically, he instructed the men on their roles. The police rarely ventured into The Wedge, so that's where he would begin. Meanwhile, he instructed a group to take hostages in the richer district in order to draw SWAT away, meanwhile, a heavy concentration of men would march on the Police Station. Once they had that, they'd surround SWAT and kill them to a man. He'd equipped his men well with the weapons he'd taken from compliant arms dealers, and some less compliant. They'd be less equipped than SWAT, but they had numbers on their side, and once they took the Police Station they'd have vehicles to allow them to move throughout the city easily.

	Wilhelm himself would take The Wedge, near-singlehandedly. The vigilantes that he'd been informed of were just that, vigilantes, unsupported and in way over their heads. They'd fall, as would all of those in the way of Großdeutschland.
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[u][b]10:28 PM
December 1st
The Wedge, Hub City[/b][/u]

	The plan had been a success so far. In under a half-hour the police station had been taken in a lightening attack that would make the Fuhrer proud. Currently SWAT was holding their ground, but Wilhelm doubted they could last much longer, his lookouts on the edge of town had yet to notice any army movement, but Wilhelm would be sure to retreat the instant they were spotted. Hopefully they wouldn't arrive until the city was under his control. No American army would beseige their own civilians, so it would be an all-out assault from the moment the officer makes the command. With his mind in charge of defending against the assault, it was unlikely to be a successful one.

	Wilhelm took in the smell of burning as he and his men walked down the city street, cars littering the road between the flaming buildings. One of these such cars had a word on the side. "UBER", all capital letters. Wilhelm felt himself grow into a fiery rage.

	"Uber? Wo ist der Umlaut? Und alle der Buchstabe sind kapitalisiert? In der deutschen Sprache werden Substantive immer groß geschrieben!" he roared furiously as he tossed the car through the air, smashing it through the wall of a nearby building. He hated when Americans or other such inferiors stole the German language for their own use, especially if it was misused.

	He calmed after a few seconds frothing in a furor. It was fine, The Wedge was as good as his anyway, he'd lit a few fires to draw out anyone who thought themselves strong enough to stop him, and all that came were a few hoods who thought themselves better than they were. He had yet to see any of the reported vigilantes, they were all too terrified to face him, he presumed, no matter, they'd all die anyway. All of them would pay for what they did to the Fuhrer.