In the Hall of the Reichskommissariat Amerika

Always the best aesthetics, these guys, Sasha thought to herself as she walked the halls of the Reichskommissariat Amerika, with large, red banners adorned with the black swastika on a white background that the Nazis were known for hanging on the wall every few feet from each other. Sasha, why did you agree to work for these guys again? she said to herself as she continued down the long hallway to the meeting room. Sasha’s eyes were constantly scanning the hallway as she walked down it, flanked by two Schutzstaffel members who caused any person in their path to immediately jump to the side and salute the group. Sasha peeked into the rooms off this grand hall, and none of what she saw looked good between the military training, the strange experiments, and what she was quite sure was muffled screams of **** victims.

After what seemed like a never-ending walk, Sasha and her escorts reached the main hall, and there she saw the shadowy leader of the American branch of the Nazis. The two SS members saluted the figure and backed away to stand next to the door, ensuring Sasha could not leave until she was allowed to. Ok, yeah, this is not going how I planned, she thought as she waited for the shadowy figure to speak.

“Sasha Allen, you have gathered the information on the newest freelance mage we have identified, a John Newman?” came the booming voice of the figure.

“I have, yes.” Sasha stared directly at where the eyes would be if not cloaked in shadows. “John Newman seems to have melee based abilities, not alike your standard warrior or knight. I wouldn’t put his power any more than your veteran Rose knight. Anyone with more experience and specially trained to fight melee mages should have no problems with him,” Sasha informed the Nazis as she pulled out her information card about John. “This here has the entire breakdown of the moves he used against me and his basic strategies,” she said as she pulled out three more cards. “Now there here are the information cards about his companions he had with him when I confronted him for the information. For an additional 50,000, you can have these cards as well,” Sasha said with a wide smile on her face, quite sure she just made a nice bonus.

“Very well. Pay the woman for the additional information. They, too, may be able to see the light that is the Fuhrer,” said the cloaked voice. An adjacent door to the meeting room opened and a well-dressed man approached Sasha with a briefcase. “The money, including the extra costs, is all in there,” assured the figure.

“Well, let’s find out!” said Sasha as she stuck out one of her blank cards and, when it came in contact with the briefcase, absorbed it into the card with a picture of the briefcase and a monetary number of $350,000 appeared on the card. “Yep, all there, nice doing business with you all,” Sasha said with a smile. And that’s why I always agree to work with these guys, she thought as she turned to leave but was blocked by the two SS guards. “Uh, what’s going on? I was assured I’d be free to leave once I finished this job!” she said in a forceful yet calm tone. Sasha knew she was strong, but even she doubted she could fight multiple SS members at once. She turned to face the hooded figure, with a look that demanded a response.

“We have another proposition for you. I must go, but your new contact will explain it to you,” the figure said just before the transmission cut off.

“I’ll be your new contact, sweetie,” said a male voice from behind Sasha. She turned around to see a man standing behind her, in a nice suit with a face that wasn’t bad to look at. “And perhaps we can get to know each other, more personally,” he said as his eyes scanned her, lingering on her ample breasts and thighs.

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a hard pass from me, on both offers,” Sasha said, not wanting to get caught up in whatever the Nazis were planning.

“You seem to misunderstand, girl, this is not a choice,” he said in a firm voice, his hands adjusting his tie. Sasha eyed the 10 rings on his hand and instantly noticed magic gems when she saw them. The man stepped ever closer to Sasha, who refused to back down from him, and she stood her ground. “You will assist me, in any matter I say, and you will be rewarded very handsomely,” said the man as he brought his hand up to stroke her cheer. Sasha denied him as she batted his hand away.

“I am not one of your Nazi whores who will gladly accept any man in the party. I actually have standards, and you don’t match them,” she spat to aggressor. Sasha could see the rage building in the man’s face as he was being rejected by her. Sasha carefully reached into her pocket to get her most powerful cards ready in case she had to make a quick exit. When the clenched hand was raised as if to strike her, Sasha pulled the cards out but stopped from summoning her creatures when the man stopped himself from attacking her. She saw his nostrils flare as he took deep breaths to regain control of himself.

“You are correct,” he started, regaining his composure, “I got ahead of myself. If you agree to work with me, you will be paid $1,000,000. Your skills have already been shown to be advantageous against him, so we might as well have you assist in his capture,” spoke the man in a very calm voice. Sasha mulled the offer over in her head. That’s a lot of money, Sasha. Enough to pay back those debts and even a little to keep for myself. But then again, it does mean getting even more in bed with the Nazis and working with this douche. Of course, there’s always the chance I could swipe some of those rings after we finish this and disappear before they can find me. The internal monologue of the red haired vixen waged for a full 3 minutes before she made up her mind.

“Fine, I’ll do it on the condition we make an Abyssal Contract to allow me to walk away after this mission. I have no intentions of joining your rag-tag group here full time,” Sasha informed the man in a rather commanding voice.

“Very well. If you come with me, we can work out the details and write the final form in the adjacent room,” said the man as he motioned to the side door that the Nazi with the money had come out of. “Oh, since we’ll be formally working together, I should tell you my name: William Heinrich von Hohenstaufen, Obersturmfuhrer of the Schutzstaffel.” A wicked smile crossed his face as William said his name and rank. Sasha held back her ominous feeling as she reached out to shake his offered hand.

“Then let’s get this over with so we can start the hunt,” she said before following William into the adjacent room.