by Comrade1 » Mon May 30, 2011 11:13 am
Marenburg
September 3128
The two men moved into the hotel room around a week ago. They had settled in quite nicely; security didn't get suspicious of the two young village Pastors, taking their sabbatical in the capital. The war in the countryside merely extended it. As far as the concierge recalled, they were nice men, blonde and blue eyed, and constantly polite. Ideal Dundorfischers, and rightly so; no one else would have been allowed to stay in the Reichslenker Hotel, named so because it was the closest hotel to the Reichspalast, resident of the leader.
They went out a lot. The brochures they took from the hotel lobby, the concierge noticed, were mainly concerned with tours of the Reichspalast. "We have always wanted to visit there." said one of them. "If we're lucky, we could get to see the Reichslenker himself!" The concierge gave a smile to both men. It was not that he had liked the Reichslenker. In fact he voted for the RSP in the last elections. But it was not unlikely that these men were informants; the Gestapo brought his neighbor in the previous day. Surely then, he would not do anything to arouse suspicion. But if all was to be said and done, he would give anything to see the end of this wretched war.
He had no idea, however, that the two pastors would be the ones doing it.
"Karl, it's time."
The cleanly shaved pastor left the telescope he had placed near the window. The other young pastor, in possession of what one might rather call stubble than a beard, looked up. He had been looking at his hands, steeling himself for what was to come.
"Really?"
"Yes," the other one said, "I can see the bastard from here. Meeting some crowds outside of the RP. Get ready. I'll contact base."
The stubbled man sighed deeply as he went to the closet. Turning the light on, he reached for a golf bag. "I'm an amateur, but I did hear that Marenburg has good courses" he said to the receptionist the day he checked in.
"Not really an amateur" he thought, as he carried the bag and laid it down on his bed. He unzipped it and neatly emptied its content.
"This is Adler. Adler coming in to Schenze. We have sight of Romeo Lima. Request permission to carry out Kilo Oscar, over."
The Dragunov SVD was perhaps the best export to ever come out of Deltaria. It was a cheap, reliable and accurate rifle. This particular one was historic; it had seen service 700 years ago, in the Second Dundorfian Civil War, when it was held in the hands of another soldier of the Volksjager (VJ). The SAP-D did lack funds, but it compensated this with meticulous maintenance of what it had. When Volksleutnant Karl Weber tested it out in the Chonstaat firing range a month ago, he found that it was still extremely accurate. And so it was given to him for this task.
"Roger that. Schenze to Adler, you have permission to carry out Kilo Oscar. Good luck."
He assembled it quickly; the magazine, the barrel, the rifle butt, and most prominently, the scope. THAT was definitely not standard issue; a platoon of the VJ nabbed it from a government armory. It was optimized for long range. "Good piece of kit for the job"
"Roger that Schenze, over and out."
As he held the rifle in his hands, he moved to the window, beside the other "pastor".
"Alright Martin, where is he?"
Volksleutnant Martin Lehmann did not excel in his paramilitary training. But, a sharp pair of eyes meant that Volksgeneral Meyer overlooked his deficiencies. He was promoted to Volksleutnant as soon as he got in, and instantly shared a bond with Weber in the VJ Scharfschützen Brigade. Weber, a sharpshooter since he first held a rifle, was impressed by the city boy and his eagle eyes. Together, the countryside hunter and city idealist became the sharpest team in the Scharfschützen Brigade. 100 soldiers killed since the start of the war. The dynamic duo's skills made them the perfect choice for this mission. Lehmann peered into his telescope.
"Tango's there, right outside the RP. There for a bit of a smoke, I suppose. A bit lax on the guards today."
"Numbers, Martin, numbers."
"Yes, yes. Approximately 1500 meters to the Northeast." He opened the window. "Wind is currently a consistent 2 mph to the West. No other hindrances to the mission observed. Just watch out for those fall leaves. Whenever you're ready."
Weber now pointed his rifle outwards. He was careful not to let the barrel be seen from below; they were on the 20th floor, but precautions still had to be taken. As he positioned the butt on his shoulder on his shoulder and got into a comfortable shooting position, he opened his scope. Peering into it, he took advantage of the zoom features and other indicators; this was clearly not the same thing he shot deer with. A few minutes of adjusting his positions got him to the target.
"I have clear visual of Romeo Lima. Clear shot as well. Update conditions."
"They're the same, Karl."
"Awaiting update."
*sigh* "1500 meters Northeast. Wind 2 mph westwards. No other hindrances observed."
Once more Weber adjusted his position. There was no need to aim too high above the Reichslenker, as he clearly had the higher ground. A few adjustments were made; minute but important.
"Kilo Oscar to be carried out in 5. Firing in 3... 2... 1..."
Weber inhaled and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out, but no one seemed to notice. Not when war was so close. He closed his eyes.
"Romeo Lima is confirmed down. Looks like he's not getting up again. Straight through the head. Didn't think you'd be able to make it this far, Karl. It's a win for the good guys."