[@Old Amsterdam]

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The Nazi left just like that. It is always surprising isn’t it? What people still believe in, even when there is universal loathing towards that belief. Even Germany was against their own history. Yet, there is a Nazi. No matter how you put it, it still sounded weird. Bodies piled up in shocking photographic histories. Countless histories. Countless atrocities. Yet there is a Nazi.

He turns to the woman he had talked to before this. Who also just happened to be in his team. He takes a second. Only a second. Looks at her. Guess he should actually talk.

“I have to,” he pauses as he clears his throat, “Meet some breeders. Would you like to tag along,” another second, “for extra protection?”