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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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Till hung up the phone and threw on an old pair of gym shorts and a muscle shirt. Grabbing his keys, he got in his Jeep and pulled out of his winding driveway. The streets were slick from the drizzling rain earlier that day, yet and still Till's foot was glued to the gas pedal. A thousand and one thoughts raced through his mind and as he finally pulled onto Flake's street he realized just how close to the truth he may finally be. Flake was waiting on the front porch, sitting in his swinging bench. His light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he adjusted his glasses as Till pulled into the driveway. Flake set his book to the side and stood up to greet him with a nod and motion him to come inside. Till followed Flake into the kitchen, the counter filled with bags from the local corner store.Flake emptied the contents and tossed the bags in the garbage.
"I know how much you like Fiery Habanero Doritios so I made sure to get you two big bags. Also there's three cases of Sternburg Schwarzebier in the fridge."
Till took one out for the fridge and began nursing it. The rich lager coated his tongue, taking him back to the yesteryears of his youth. He swallowed and grabbed one of bag of Doritos. Flake grabbed a beer as well, accompanied by an entire frozen strawberry creme pie. Till eyed it and ran his tongue across his lips.
"Surely you intend to share that?"
"Knowing you, I'm afraid not to."
The two men walked into Flake's bedroom. Till sat crossed legged on the bed, and took another sip of beer. Flake grabbed his Macbook from his dresser and plopped down next to Till in his red devil pajama pants. Flake booted up the computer and cut both he and Till a slice of the still frozen creme pie.
"Isn't it supposed to thaw?" asked Till.
"It's the best when frozen." replied Flake.
After starting up, Flake pulled up the web browser and punched in a web address in the URL bar. Till was happily munching on pie and beer, while watching a strange black and green website pop up. The way Flake navigated through the site he could tell it was visited quite often. The name was ConpiracyBoys.net and apparently hosted by two teenagers from the UK. Till wasn't particularly trustful of a website ran by 13 year olds, and expressed this concern to Flake who simply waved his words away with the reassurance that these kids may be young but knew their stuff. Flake was finally able to find the link to the main T.N.D. website. He clicked on it and showed it to Till. He quickly scanned over it, squirming in anticipation, he urged Flake to get on with it. Minutes turned into hours and next thing the men knew it was 3 in the morning with no sign of them being able to get in. Till was starting to get sleepy and laid back on Flakes bed, instructing him to wake him up if he ever figured it out. Sure enough, two hours later Till felt himself being violent shaken and slapped on his thigh.
"Wha? What?" asked a groggy and slightly disoriented Till.
"I did it." replied Flake with an exultant smile, pointing at the computer screen.
"Did what? Wait. You did it? YOU DID IT?!"
Till hopped off the bed and seized the gaunt keyboardist, trapping him in his sinewy embrace. Flake was happy that Till was happy, but wished that he would show his thanks verbally as opposed to physically, especially on one with a frame resembling Flake's. When Till finally released him, Flake rubbed his sore ribs and sat back down on the bed with Till right next to him. He then began to explain to Till all what he had done to break into the T.N.D. database, while Till took over searching for Nele's information. Till completely tuned out Flake's long-winded explanation of everything that has transpired while he was awake AND while he was asleep. Till always made sure to share in his friend's hobbies by learning and taking an interest in them as they did with his, but honestly this particular hobby of Flake's bored him to tears to hear and talk about. Flake was still chattering on, when Till interrupted him.
"I found her."
The men read over Nele's profile with keen eyes, searching for anything that might be of some use to them. Flake pointed out a link to last known mission, Till clicked on it and Flake began to read the briefing out loud.
"Frau Lindemann's last mission was to pick up the Lyzine virus from her employer Dr. Braun's seaside cabin located in Southern Italy under the guise of a concupiscent rendezvous. Dr. Braun kept the virus that he had developed for Centurion in a underground lab that was located under the cabin. Lindemann was able to obtain the virus and was then instructed to meet a fellow operative, codename Buzzer. It was confirmed by Buzzer that the virus was received and has been safely delivered into our hands. However, Lindemann was being tailed by an Centurion officer, one who we believe to be codenamed Hunter. She unfortunately was met with her demise a short time afterwards. Per Frau Lindemann's written request, efforts were launched to contact a close immediate family member as listed on the deceased's documentation."
Flake turned to Till, whose hand was glued over his mouth and tears running down his eyes. "She must have put you down as her close immediate family member. That explains why they contacted you and gave you all this information. She wanted you to know."
Till was completely speechless. He wiped his tears on a tissue handed to him by Flake. Suddenly, the screen began to fade in and out and then go blank, as unexpectedly as it went out, it popped back on this time on the normal desktop. Both men felt eerie chills travel up and down their spines, Flake shut down the computer and turned on a lamp, his hand still shaking from the odd occurrence. Till ran his hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp.
"Only one thing left to do now." said Till finally.
"What's that?"
"I need to go to them. I need to find them."
Flake looked shocked. "But..why?! How?!"
"The man gave me an address to go to. He wants me to come there, and so did Nele. I have to now."
"Can't you just leave well enough alone? You know the why and you know the how. Let T.N.D. handle it from here, I'm certain they can find and bring down this Hunter guy."
"I want to be the one to bring him down." murmured Till.
Flake spun around so fast, he was almost a blur. "SAY WHAT?!"
Till calmly looked his friend dead in the eye. "I want to be the one to bring this son of a bitch down."
Flake sat down in front of him, his eyes wide and lined with dark circles. "Don't talk crazy like that, Till! You're just angry, as you deserve to be, but don't let your anger overtake your judgment! These people are cold-blooded PROFESSIONAL killers, if they didn't hesitate to take out a young girl what makes you think they'll show you an ounce of mercy? I say LEAVE IT ALONE."
"I CAN'T JUST LEAVE IT ALONE!" Till yelled, jolting up from the bed and gathering up his massive folder.
Flake sighed, pulling his knees into his chest on the bed. "I just don't want to see you get killed..."
Till was already halfway out the bedroom door, he lingered for a bit in the doorway. "I know. I don't want to be killed, but I feel that I owe it to her for all these years of....of not being there for her like I should've been...like I wanted to be..."
Flake's head was between his legs, hiding his face. "Just be careful. Whatever you decide to do."

Till got back in his car, pulling out of Flake's driveway and heading back towards his house. During the drive, the rational and emotional sides of his brain wrestled with the new found revelation of the event leading Nele's death. Till knew that there was even more to the story, he could feel it deep inside his gut. He settled it in his mind that tomorrow he was going to T.N.D. headquarters and DEMAND the WHOLE story from the very beginning. He was no longer satisfied with little bits and pieces that he had to speculate on, and he certainly wasn't going to resign himself to being blissfully ignorant of any further details of his daughter's secret life. As he continued to drive, the old feelings of guilt, hurt, and shame reared their ugly head. Till's grip tightened on the steering wheel, he bit down on his lower lip.
"It's my fault...everything is my fault...I should've been a better parent, I should've been there for her more. But I wasn't...I ABANDONED her. Left her alone to follow my own selfish desires...I ruined her life...I ruin everyone's life..."
He pulled into his driveway, turned off the car and sat alone in the darkness. The street light flickered and Till watched it with bleary and puffed eyes. The taste of blood filling his mouth, Till licked at his self-inflicted wound. He was about to reach for a paper towel in the glove compartment then stopped short. The coppery taste of his blood was the only thing that could wash away the guilt. He sat in the car for a while, allowing the tiny wound to bleed, red drops falling on his shirt until the air began to dry the blood over the wound. He sighed and slowly got out the car, grabbing the folder and tucking it under his arm. He pulled his house key from his pocket and opened the door. He stepped in and was immediately greeted with a fist in his left cheek.
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