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The Nightmare Division	By : RoterSand44 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Rammstein or make money from this, it's a work of fiction, yadda yadda yadda, crap you already know.

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Upon returning home, Till set the folder he had been given down on his desk, moving his lyric notebook to the side. He stared at it for a moment, the events of the day turning over in his mind. Shaking his head, Till stripped out of his suit and hopped in the shower. As the warm water ran down his body he began to think aloud about the strange man and the folder thick with apparently secrets about Nele. He poured an ample amount of shampoo in his hands and started washing his hair.
"What could she have been doing? That man said he was a colleague of hers, but there's no telling what kind of weird shit he does."
Till stopped lathering for a moment.
"What if she was forced into prostitution by him? Maybe she tried to leave and the threatened her? What if that bastard had her killed?!"
Till's body began shake in anger, his hands clenching into large fists. He quickly rinsed the soap from his hair and got out the shower, wrapping the towel around himself. He allowed his chest to drip-dry as he sat down at his desk and began going over the papers in the folder. The first one he found seemed to be an application of some sort. Nele's picture was paper-clipped to the top and all the information about her had been filled out in her own hand. Till scanned the questions on the page. Some seemed normal enough. Asking about desired rate of pay, availability, and references but what had really caught his eye were the questions on the back and following pages.
" 'Do you have any children?' 'Do you have any family members? If so, write their names. addresses, and relation to you? 'Do you have experience in handling guns and/or other weapons (i.e. knives, bows and arrows, rope/string, any torture devices)?' What the hell kind of questions are these?!" he exclaimed. Till got up and headed to the kitchen grabbing three beers from the fridge. He returned to his bedroom and sat back down at the table. He could clearly see that Nele had given them his name, address, occupation along with her mother's. Till opened up the beer and took a big swig before setting the bottle back down on the table. He skimmed over the rest of the 5 page application before setting it aside. He sighed and pulled out a rather thick booklet with the T.N.D. logo on the front. He opened this as well and began to read.
" 'T.N.D. stands for the The Nightmare Division, an organization with the purpose of protecting mankind from the threat of biological terrorists. We keep around the clock surveillance on a number of both small and large terrorist groups in every part of the globe. In recent years, one growing bio-terrorist organization Centurion has jumped to the top of our list. They are based in Berlin but have members from across the world, including Saudi Arabia, Japan, Mexico, Jamacia, and the United States. Unfortunately, more information about this group cannot be given in this booklet as it is classified material available only to accepted members of T.N.D.'"
Till's head was spinning. All this talk of secret underground organizations seemed the stuff of Mission Impossible movies. Surely none of this could be true, and why would Nele put herself in such danger if she knew they dealt with biological warfare? Till began to read through the rest of the papers with even more fervor, absorbing every bit of information he could. When he had finished looking through the papers, the clock flashed 6:00p.m. Till sat there for a minute, then grabbed his phone, quickly punching numbers in and hitting the DIAL button. At this point there was only one person he could call that would even have any kind of inkling about these kind of things.
Flake was busy in workshop, painstakingly adding and removing bits of hardware from the motherboard of Till's laptop. The damn thing had been loaded with viruses and malware, neither of which when questioned about it Till had any idea what they were. Flake dabbed away sweat from his forehead as he decided to do his friend a favor and soup up his Mac. He was nearly finished with it when his phone rang. Without even bothering to see who it was, Flake answered it.
"Yes?"
"Hey, Flake. Whatcha doin'?"
"Finishing up your computer, it was hell trying to clear off those viruses and malware. You need to be more careful of what porn sites you access."
"Will do. Look, after you guys left this older man came up to me...he and I were talking for a minute and he said that he knew Nele."
Flake pushed his glasses back onto his nose. "Is that so surprising? She worked at a doctor's office, pretty sure she saw a lot of patients come in regularly."
"See that's the thing, he said they were colleagues and they didn't work at the office."
Flake paused for a minute, then continued at his work. "Ever occur to you that she got a second job, Till? People do, do that you know."
"Well this must be a hell of a job, because the guy handed me this huge file on her and apparently she was working with The Nightmare Division. Some kind of anti-bio-terror group or something. I just got through reading this whole thing and I'm calling to see if you might know how legit this thing is, I know you like all this conspiracy shit. And- Hello? Hello?"
Flake had dropped his tweezers on the floor, he stood stark still. "D-Did you say The Nightmare Division?"
"Yeah. So you have heard of them, I take it they're real then?"
Flake nodded emphatically, then realized Till couldn't see him and spoke. "Yes, very much so. You know, Till if you want me to I can see if I can hack into their employee database. We could run a check on there for Nele and see if she worked for them. Perhaps we can even see if she had been assigned any missions."
Till's heart skipped a beat, this could be his chance to find out exactly what happened that day and what caused her to be killed. "I'd like that a lot Flake, I'll be over in about 30 minutes ok?"
"Fine, I'll run up to the corner store and us pick up a few drinks and snacks. It'll be a long night."
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