The elder Adolfo grimaced, but he did not look angry, only hurt. Today we rule all of Europe. Marius reached for his eyeglasses, putting them on quickly, eyes darting to trace the path Adolfo had created. "Today we rule Germany, tomorrow, the world." Pat Frame Adolfo's eyes brushed the picture hopefully. His words trailed, eyes wide in frenzy as his hands began scribbling a winning strategy onto a sheet of paper. The darker figure lifted a blurry arm, holding onto a black object, and the noise quieted. "Go get your father. Emil Bruckner : Are you - going to beat me? His fingers trekked the short distance to Germany, where they rested. And both barbaric, don't care much for sentimental things. Frieda - Frame's Maid Hot sweet air permeated every inch of the room, filling up each empty corner, wafting underneath the dark wood desk, settling in-between stacks of files and pushing into the flat sofa cushions. Not Human Being (60 million) !! Navigating through this retirement thing. Stopped by Gifford Pinchot State Park today and saw what I thought was an empty birdhouse. He reached for his handgun, letting it rest against his waistline between his stomach and belt, putting on a light jacket to cover it up. A small hand drifted to a photograph frame which held a pale picture of a sharp-faced woman with two toddlers in her arms. That's our secret weapon. Grey wisps of smoke wrapped around his words, thick like the Italian accent that circled his German. Emil Bruckner : I am a German! I'm being persecuted because you're afraid of the German Reich. Only once he said the statement did Marius realize he had spoken it aloud. Did you know before that woman was a Jewess? "When Vater is off on business, I read his books.". … Mike Frame Although he was a Nazi officer and Adolfo a mere Italian, an imperfect blip in society that would soon be taken care of, the last thing Marius wanted to do was insult him and his gun. Each had a small dusting of light hair. It was easy to speak with Adolfo with these matters. : Mike Frame A blonde man paced angrily, upsetting the heavy air with his long strides, each new step creating bead of sweat that threatened to trickle down his forehead. "Stop it, Marius. Since the boy was seven, Marius was able to teach him the ways of war, and the boy responded well, much better than his father, who simply wanted to take strategies from men higher up and use them as their own. "Still holding out, but hopefully not for long." You possess here a very extreme house. But I feel like I'm cheating you since mine's not worth shit." "I'm not sorry," he answered in Italian. A dull knock interrupted the silence, followed by an angry moan from Adolfo. Adolfo slowly made his way to the door, wishing he wouldn't have to find his father, hoping Marius would go instead, but the German was hunched over his desk, unable to see anything else. “Today, we rule Germany, tomorrow, the world”, proclaimed German leader, Adolf Hitler, as he managed to increase the size of the German Army by 1938 in hopes to win the war. "No worries. "Apologize this instant." The boy slunk down the hallway, tracing the familiar path to Eckhard Werden's office, steps getting quicker as he heard yelling. In America, we don't torture little boys, we reason with them. Well, since you find death so pleasant, I'll tell you what we'll do.