Its up to you to save the helpless Mrs. Kamp!

“STOP IT YOU FUCKING CREEP!!!” You scream as you get to your feet and run toward the cage.

If the assailant had a knife or worse yet, a gun you could probably kiss your ass goodbye but the rush of adrenaline that surged through your body wouldn’t let you turn around and flea even if you had wanted to.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!”

“MR. Doe, how good of you to join us!” a feminine voices calls out from behind you. “Das wird genug Affejunge sein.”

You quickly turn around to see a woman in her late twenties dressed up in a jumpsuit. She has platinum blonde hair which cascaded down a narrow yet beautiful face. You almost want to kiss her as much as you would have liked to beat the shit out of her. Her body is very curvaceous and although you can’t make out her ass you imagine it fits such a perfect profile.

“Ja Meine Dame!” The man in the gorilla suit bows before disappearing back into the dark cage.

“WHO ARE YOU GUYS AND WHERE THE HELL IS MISS DREW?”

“That is quite a temper you have there… let us act like civilized human beings, shall we?!”

“Civilized people don’t drag people off and chain them to cages. Only God knows what you did with Miss Drew!”

“Gott hat keine verdammte Idee!!” the lady smirks. “Listen boy! I have a very short fuss and right now I’m about to blow up… if you have something to say… don’t! Listen to me and this will all be over very shortly. If you decide not to listen to me… this will be over all the quicker!”

You watch as the woman pulls out a Luger pistol and taps it against her thigh. “Got it?!”

“Got it.” You answer slightly taken aback by the German gun in her hand.

“About seventy years ago a catastrophic event unfolded, known as World War Two. I’m sure even you’ve heard about it. During this time Hitler’s personal army, the Nazis, would sometimes storm their own National Museums pilfering great German history or priceless artifacts passed down through many generations. About four years ago a man by the name of Stanley Denys Trevor Spittle passed away leaving behind many different manuscripts. Denys was a worldly man and with such knowledge came a great deal of secrets. It is believed that Mr. Spittle informed a German acquaintance of his about the missing heritage sold by the Nazi’s years ago. It would seem many such relics are right here in River Heights being held by a man named Richard Kamp. I am ashamed that it has gone this far. We are just a group of people that would like to see our lineage back where it belongs, back in Germany.”

“Why in the hell would you kidnap a child though?” you retort.

“If you are talking about Mrs. Kamp’s daughter, we are not involved with the girl’s disappearance.”

“Then what was all that crap over the loudspeakers about if Mr. Kamp would have cooperated then Summer and Angelica wouldn’t be in this situation?” You hiss.

The German woman taps the gun roughly against her thigh, “LISTEN! I don’t have to answer you. I told you, it wasn’t us who did this to Mrs. Kamp’s precious daughter!”

“What about the threat you made to Miss Drew about having to kill me!” You ask inching closer to the blonde woman.

“Hey… I’m supposed to be asking the damn questions! NOT YOU!” The woman looks furious but also at the same time she shows a hint of insecurity.

“LISTEN! JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A GUN DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN BOSS ME AROUND!” You scream at her making her visible shutter.

You take the chance to move a step closer as she looks down at her gun then back up at you.

“Oh yeah?” She asks pointing the gun toward your face.

“YEAH!” you answer taking a quick step to your right, slapping the gun from her hands making it skid across the wooden floor toward the still bound Mrs. Kamp.

You swiftly move up behind her and pull her into a headlock. “Now, you are going to tell me everything I want to know or I will strangle the life right out of you!”

You surprise even yourself with the pure hatred and sincerity in your voice.