Vortex of Ultraviolence

"Ja, that is the Dragon's Lair," Danzig smiled, lighting up a slim cigarette. "You know, I can't quite recall which entrance to take once we get there - the left or right, Schwarz? Perhaps I must recheck the map."

"Ja, mein fuehrer," the driver grunted.

Suddenly there were two loud reports and the kübelwagen screeched to a halt, its front wheels blown. Men in black uniforms were aiming guns at their heads. Fred was tweaking, and even Danzig looked a little startled.

"Do not attempt to resist," said one of the men. "We are the Story Gestapo. You are being randomly detained for questioning. Please present your papers and hold them out above your head."

"You are randomly making a mistake," Danzig said coldly. "Do you know who I am? Schwarz, show them my identification."

"Ja," the driver grunted, and suddenly everything was happening in slow motion. Fred saw him reach for a heavy pistol concealed in his jacket, pull it out, and drop two of the Story Gestapo men with one shot. Then a bullet hit Schwarz in the eye and he screamed, blood spurting, as Danzig dove under the seat, popping something in his mouth. And Fred...

1. Had just enough time to dive out of the kübelwagen and plant both boots in a guy's face, breaking it, then lay down a suppressing attack on the others with his sidearm.
2. Was captured alive by the Story Gestapo.

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