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Chapter Five

Falling Apart
Iron Klaus was used to violence. It was a part of his very existence. He�d seen the ugliness that the world had to offer, the dark underbelly of society. He had lived with it, and in it, for decades and had learned to cope with violence and death. Not so Dorian; a man whose very soul cried out for beauty.
Klaus watched as the Earl was taken away in a med-evac helicopter. Then his attackers
were taken away by ambulance. The whole time he waited for help to arrive, Klaus fought the urge to kill or maim the men who had done so much harm to Dorian�s beautiful body. He would later learn that the pair were the same ones who had been mentioned in a report that had crossed his desk earlier in the week. They were a couple of grease monkeys who had gone AWOL from NATO�s Geilenkirchen Air Base. They had also been wreaking havoc as they made there way, more or less, out of the country.
Once their injuries were treated, the pair would be on their way out of the country courtesy of the US government. They would also be on their way to a court-martial that would very likely end with lengthy jail time.
Klaus didn�t want to think about that too much. That was all in the future, and he was fixed very squarely in the present. Within an hour of his arrival at the hospital, the first of his alphabets appeared.
Klaus smiled to himself when Agent A appeared in the waiting room. It was the middle of the night, but here he was, ready to carry out his superior officer�s orders. The Major found himself wondering why he had never noticed this before.
�Major?� A said when Klaus did not immediately start to issue orders.
Klaus drew a deep breath. �I need a cigarette,� he said dully. And a very stiff drink. He got to his feet, leading the way outside.
A had rarely seen the Major like this. It took a great deal to put Iron Klaus into shock. Of course, walking into one�s secluded cabin to find Eroica being gang raped had to be one of those things.
�Shall I act as liaison with the Americans, sir?� A ventured.
Klaus took a long drag on his cigarette as he thought this over. �No, have B do it. He has a knack for that sort of thing. I�ll need you to coordinate everyone. I think this is gonna end up being a bureaucratic nightmare.� He paused, asking suddenly, �Are you still in touch with the Earl�s man Bonham?�
�Yes, sir. Would you like be to contact him?�
Klaus nodded. Bonham was one of two people who knew about himself and Dorian. His own butler being the other, since he was the one who prepared the cabin whenever the pair had a rendezvous. Klaus had been somewhat shocked by his butler�s attitude. He had expected the man to immediately call his father with the sordid details. He had not. In fact, he turned out to be a very reliable confidant who absolutely adored the Earl.
�Don�t give him the details,� Klaus said in a remarkably quiet voice. �Just tell him the Earl was injured and you�ll forward the facts as they become available.�
�Yes, sir.� A studied the Major a moment. �Should I have someone sent to your cabin
to keep an eye on it for you?�
This question was met with a long contemplative silence causing A to wonder what the Earl had been up to when the men broke in. He had assumed that Eroica had broken into the cabin in yet another attempt to annoy the Major and was attacked while he was there. Until anyone learned otherwise, this was the speculation amongst all the alphabets.
�Yes,� Klaus said finally. �Send G. Tell him he�s to say he�s the housekeeper. They�ll ignore him. He�ll be able to find out more that way.�
�Yes, sir.�
�I�m supposed to give a statement to the police,� the Major said dully. �I may be out of touch for a while.�
A nodded, giving the Major another long look before leaving to carry out his orders.
Klaus watched him go and then sat down on the brick wall behind him where he finished his cigarette. He lit another and folded his arms as he waited for someone from the police to come get him so he could give his statement. As he did so, he felt his world starting to fall apart.

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�Lord Gloria will be asleep for several hours,� the doctor was saying.
Klaus nodded. The amount of blood he had seen already told the officer that Dorian had suffered severe injuries during the attack. Notwithstanding the obvious anal tearing, he also had internal damage caused by the bottle and the man�s hand. Somehow, he had miraculously escaped having any cuts inflicted on his face when he was beaten. He did have a laceration on his scalp that needed stitches where he had been struck by the bottle, which had also caused a concussion.
Dorian had been in surgery to have the internal damage repaired when Klaus initially arrived, and was in recovery when the officer returned from giving his lengthy statement to the authorities.
Klaus endured the battery of questions he knew would be asked. He found it easier to
handle it if he thought of it as a debriefing. His cabin was being gone over with a fine-tooth comb and he wondered what condition it would be in after the authorities finished traipsing through it. It wasn�t as though there weren�t enough evidence to get the bloody bastards put away until the turn of the next century.
Once he returned to the hospital, Klaus was able to find someone to give him information on the Earl�s condition. He lied and said that the Earl was a NATO contractor, and that he was the one responsible for his well-being while he was in the country. Then he listened in silence as the doctor gave him the litany of injuries Dorian had suffered.

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Klaus was dozing in a waiting room when someone came for him, telling him that Dorian
had finally been moved into a room. The Earl had woken briefly in the recovery room, but was apparently too confused because of the anesthetic to know exactly what was happening to him.
As Klaus followed the person to the Earl�s room, he found his mind was refusing to
work, refusing to let him accept what was happening. What had happened. This was rather surprising. He lived with violence on a daily basis. He�d nearly been killed a few times, but had come away with his mind in focus.
He stood outside Dorian�s room for several minutes, steeling himself for what he
might find within. What he found was the battered and now bandaged Earl, who was lying on his side, sound asleep. He had a wedge shaped pillow behind his back to keep him from rolling over, several others supporting the front of his body.
Klaus went to the bedside and looked down at the man, gently brushing a stray curl out of his bruised face. Dorian had a black eye and a swollen lip. There was a bandage on the back of his head that doubtless covered several stitches. He had ligature marks on his wrists from where he had been fighting the bindings, and no doubt had a matching set on his ankles.
Klaus pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed. He sat staring at the Earl for
several minutes, reflecting on all that had happened over the last ten years. Then he remembered the surprise he had intended to give Dorian that very evening.
For the first time in his memory, Iron Klaus broke down and wept.

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After several minutes, Klaus struggled to get hold of himself. The last thing Dorian
needed was for him to go to pieces. He pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose, wiping the tears from his face with the back of one hand. Then he heard a small gasp from the door and froze. Shit!
�Major�?� a sheepish voice said.
Z! God fucking dammit!
Klaus knew there was no way he could hide the fact that he had been crying. His eyes
were probably bright red by this time, and his face would be streaked from tears. He slowly turned his gaze to the door, seeing his stunned subordinate standing rooted to the spot, his eyes wide. The awkward silence dragged on for more than a minute, neither man knowing what to say.
Finally, Klaus drew a deep breath. �What are you doing here?� he asked in as even a tone as he could manage.
Z had to struggle to find his voice. �Sir, A sent me so you wouldn�t�� His voice
trailed off. So you wouldn�t be forced to sit with the Earl. Christ, how long has this been going on?
�I see.� Klaus continued to stare at the younger man.
The look caused images of frozen tundra to flash through Z�s mind. He cleared his
throat nervously and took a small step away from the door. �Major, I have top secret clearance,� he reminded. �But if you believe I would be less of a security risk in Alaska�� He left the sentence unfinished, but the meaning was clear.
The officer�s eyes flickered. �I don�t think that will be necessary, Z.� He turned
back to look at the still sleeping Dorian.
Z breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. �Sir,� he said cautiously, �I�ll sit with the Earl while you get some sleep.�
�Later. I�need to be here when he wakes up.�
�Yes, sir.� Before Z could think of anything else to say, the door opened behind him. Fortunately, he was still standing in front of it, and it bumped into his back. He gave the Major a steady look before turning and slipping out, coming face to face with a startled Agent A.
�Z? Why aren�t you�?�
�The Major asked me to wake him in thirty minutes,� Z replied as he quickly closed the door.
A blinked and then nodded. It was never wise to speculate about the Major�s reasoning.
�I was just about to get him a cup of coffee,� Z went on, heading down the hall.
A glanced at his watch and groaned inwardly. At this hour, he would much rather be in bed. Thank goodness he had the best wife in the world. When the call came, Gladys had wordlessly made sure his suit and tie matched properly before going back to bed again. He would have to make sure he did something very special for the woman when this was over.
�I could use some coffee myself,� A said as he followed Z. He threw a quick glance
back at the Earl�s room. �I doubt the Major�s eaten anything,� he went on to say.
Z pushed the button for the lift. �We�ll get him something to go with the coffee, then.�
�I could use something myself.�
Z did not reply waiting in silence as the lift doors opened in front of him.
�This is gonna be a real mess, Z,� A said finally.
Z looked at him and drew a deep breath. You don�t know the half of it.

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