The Nazi U-boat swam in the murky depths, just off the coast of Rhode Island. Equipped with technology that most of Germany didn’t know existed, let alone the Allied forces, it was undetectable, even to other Nazi subs. Its missile systems were not yet engaged, but the officers responsible for those systems seemed to sense that the missiles yearned to be fired, swelled with the desire to destroy. This was certainly anthropomorphism and a projection of their own strong anti-American sentiments, but it felt very real to the officers.
Amon Goezsch , a commander whose title translates roughly to Lieutenant, placed his hand comfortingly and calmingly on the Tyger 459 surface-to-surface missile and spoke gently, a Nazi missile whisperer."We will probably be shooting you at the Americans soon. I'm not sure how I feel about that, little Tyger. My fellow officers here are very excited to destroy our enemies. But lately I'm worried that being a good soldier and being a good person might not be possible at the same time. I don't know what to d-" Amon stopped mid-sentence, staring at the end of the corridor.
Where there stood a young girl, maybe ten years old.
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