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Chapter Two

Unforeseen Circumstances
Gustav was surprised when the man he knew as Franz returned after only seven months. He did not speculate on the reasons. He just greeted the man as he usually did. Before they came anywhere near beginning the session, the sound of loud shouts came from out in the hall.
Klaus had his jacket in his hand and was only just reaching up to remove his gun when he heard the noise. There were screams of terror, pounding fists, and loud angry voices shouting in German rather than Dutch. Klaus�s eyes widened as he listened to what was being said. Neo Nazis. Dutch Neo Nazis at that. Why the hell do some of theses idiots think they have to speak German? He turned to look at the bewildered Gustav.
�Neo Nazis,� he said without preamble, tossing his jacket on the hook before pulling his gun.
�Shit,� was all Gustav replied.
�They sound like they�re rounding everyone up,� Klaus said as he took a position behind the door. �Greet whoever comes in the way you normally would.�
Before Gustav could reply, the door was thrown open and a very large, imposing man stood framed in the doorway. Klaus was impressed at the way Gustav kept his composure. He struck a seductive pose on the bed, looking the man up and down. �Welcome. I don�t usually get Skinheads as clients,� he said breezily.
��Get up, you fucking faggot!� the man snarled as he stormed into the room. He did not notice the door close behind him. What he did notice was the gun that was suddenly pressed against the back of his head. He stopped dead in his tracks. He was even more stunned when his unseen assailant spoke to him in impeccable German.
��On your knees, you Nazi bastard, or I�ll blow your fucking head off,� Klaus ordered. He looked over at Gustav, switching back to Dutch. �Handcuffs.� He did not even have to ask if there were any.
Gustav jumped off the bed and went to the chest of drawers, producing a pair of handcuffs. The Skinhead was on his knees when he turned back and he cuffed his hands behind his back. When he received a derogatory remark, Klaus struck the man on the back of the head with his gun, knocking him unconscious.
��Watch him,� Klaus ordered. �If he starts that again, gag him.� He crossed to the door, where the sounds in the hall seemed to have died down. Gustav�s room was farthest from the main entrance of the building. The shouts and screams seemed to be coming from the direction of the front parlor area. He opened the door and cautiously looked out. The hall was deserted. He threw a quick glance back at the frightened Gustav before slipping out, closing the door behind him.
Gustav observed this and realized he had been holding his breath. Whatever Franz did for a living, it had obviously prepared him for this sudden appearance of the Skinheads. The man had scarcely batted an eye when the shouting started. In fact, now that he thought about it, he didn�t even seem to be afraid. Shit, Franz, just who the hell are you?

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Klaus arrived at the entrance to the parlor without encountering anyone. There was a thick curtain across the opening that effectively concealed him from view. The sound of raised voices seemed to be coming exclusively from the other side of the curtain. Suddenly a door opened at the top of a short flight of stairs to his right and he took refuge in an alcove as the protesting owner of the brothel was dragged down along with
another man. To Klaus�s astonishment and horror, he recognized the other man as Eroica.
�I am running a perfectly legal business!� Max, the owner, was protesting. �You have no right to be doing this.� The reply he got was a slap across the face. Obviously, the Neo Nazis could care less that prostitution was legal in this country. It only made finding the fags that much easier as far at they were concerned.
It was apparent that Eroica was trying to stay in control of himself as he was roughly dragged into the hall. He glanced around, obviously looking for a means of escape, his eyes growing wide when he saw the Major standing in an alcove with his gun drawn. Their eyes locked for a moment before the Major motioned to the parlor. The Earl gave a small nod and then did what he could to draw everyone�s attention away from the alcove.
�Where are you taking us?� Eroica asked, surprising the men by addressing them in German.
�Shut up, faggot!� the man at his arm snarled, slapping the Earl across the face. Then he dragged him through the doorway and into the parlor with the others.
Once the way was clear, the Major moved to the doorway, silently pushing the curtain aside. Fucking amateurs, he noted when he saw the men all had their backs to the door. To one side of the room was a long bar that had a mirror behind it, covering the whole wall. The Major was able to use this to see where everyone was in the room without giving himself away.
The furniture had been pushed back to make more room in the center. Everyone who had been rounded up was huddled on the floor. Some were in better shape than others, battered and bruised. Evidently, the Skinheads had been happily roughing everyone up as they dragged them out of the rooms.
Max made more protests and was slapped again, prompting one of his larger employees to attempt to come to his rescue. An all-out brawl ensued. Eroica jumped when the man who had been holding him by the arm was suddenly flattened, apparently from behind.
�I�m the only one who hits this bugger,� Klaus snarled as he suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
�Major!� Eroica gasped, a hand going to his chest. �I hope you have reinforcements close at hand.�
Klaus gave him a sideways glance but did not reply directly. He looked at a large Chinese vase across the room. �Tell me, Lord Gloria,� he said calmly, �is that vase real or a fake?�
Eroica blinked, completely thrown by the question. He looked across the room. �Um, it�s a very good fake. Why?� His eyes widened when he realized what the answer was. Then he closed his eyes and covered his ears.
Klaus pointed his gun at the vase and fired. It exploded into hundreds of fragments, ending the brawl instantly. Everyone turned in shock to look at the man standing near the bar with a very large gun in his hand.
�Look at that! They�ve got a guard dog,� one of the Skinheads exclaimed, continuing in his faltering German. To his astonishment, the reply came in impeccable German.
�Not a guard dog. A German attack dog,� Klaus growled as he leveled his weapon. �All you Neo Nazi bastards, on your knees, hands behind your heads. Now!�
�He won�t shoot,� the man who seemed to be the leader of the group laughed.
�You don�t think Iron Klaus would think twice about killing a few low life Skinheads?� Eroica asked, also in flawless German. He was delighted by the appalled look this question produced. The man also seemed to go very pale.
�Iron Klaus�� the man replied in a small voice.
Klaus remained unnervingly silent. His only reply was to aim his gun at the leader of the group, who swallowed hard. He looked the officer up and down, and realized the description of Iron Klaus and the man standing with the gun matched exactly.
�Whatever weapons you have,� Klaus said finally, �drop them.�
The Skinheads obeyed instantly before getting to their knees and putting their hands behind their heads.
�Handcuffs,� Klaus snapped, not taking his eyes from the group. �There must be enough in a place like this to take care of this lot.�
Max suddenly came out of his stupor and waved a hand, ordering those who were relatively uninjured to retrieve the cuffs. Within minutes, the Skinheads were cuffed and lying face down on the parlor carpet.
�I thought there was supposed to be a major demonstration by you lot in Amsterdam,� Klaus sneered. �If beating up a bunch of faggots is your way of making a statement, your movement is less of a threat than I thought.�
�This isn�t what the warning was about!� one man protested, only to clamp his mouth shut when the leader snarled, �Shut up!�
The Major�s eyes flickered. He had been worried at first about how he would explain his presence in the brothel, especially after seeing Eroica present. Now the explanation seemed glaringly obvious. He was collecting information for a mission, just as he always did.
�I think someone should call the police,� Eroica said calmly, breaking into the Major�s thoughts. The irony that he should be the one suggesting this was not lost on either of them.
The Major took in the injured individuals scattered about the room. �Medical assistance wouldn�t go amiss, either,� he replied aridly as he holstered his weapon.
Eroica drew a deep breath and turned, his eyes widening as a small man appeared from behind the bar, giving a cry of �I�ll save you!�
Klaus turned in time to see a bottle descending before it made contact with the back of his head, shattering into fragments, and dropping him like a stone.
Before he realized what he was doing, Eroica actually punched the man in the face, knocking him to the floor. �Idiot! What the hell did you do that for?�
�He had a gun,� came the meek reply. �And he was speaking German.�
�That�s because he is German!� Eroica said in exasperation as he got down beside the unconscious Major. He touched his head, his hand coming away with blood on it. �Christ, he�s bleeding!�
Max gave the little man an angry glare, ordering him to get some ice before turning to two very large individuals. �Take Herr Franz to the first room,� he ordered. Then he realized that Gustav was nowhere in sight. �And check on Gustav. See if he�s alright.�
�Yes, sir.�
Eroica stepped back as the Major was gently lifted from the floor. �Herr Franz?� he said quietly to Max. �Assumed names are the norm here, I take it.�
Max nodded. �Anonymity and discretion. He�s one of my irregular regulars,� he replied. �I can only say I�m glad he decided to pay Gustav a visit earlier than usual.�
Eroica felt all the blood drain from his face when he heard this. Irregular regular? Earlier than usual! What the hell is usual for the Major in this place? He looked at Max and drew a deep breath. �When the police arrive, make sure you don�t tell them what you just told me. He�s a first timer.�
Max blinked and then nodded. �If you think it�s best, Lord Gloria.�
�I know it�s best, Max. Your Herr Franz has a reputation to protect.�
�Then we�ll protect it,� Max stated flatly.
�Thank you, Max.� Eroica turned his gaze in the direction of the men taking the unconscious officer from the room. The Major was going to have a lot of explaining to do when he woke up.

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