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Who: Hans Von Hammer and OPEN
What: A fighter pilot arrives in the castle...
When: Now and when you arrive
Where: A corridor somewhere
Rating: PG, probably

"I am no longer your enemy..."

Those had been his words to the American soldiers, as the Messerschmitt jets exploded behind him. His last act of duty to a dying land, under a tyrant he despised. Then there had been...light. He had thought that death had finally caught up with him, that his turn had finally come.

Then he landed. And it hurt, landing on stone. He rolled on the ground for a moment, gritting his teeth, then sat up suddenly. No, this was neither heaven nor hell - frankly, it had the air of some of the aristocratic homes he had seen over the decades. Interesting, but he was alert - wary for traps.

He stood up, blue eyes surveying the immediate terrain. Anyone seeing him would see a man in a WWII Luftwaffe uniform - but the Pour Le Merite medal hanging at his throat pointed to an older, and very different, origin.

He whipped off the cap, with its hated symbol, and tossed it aside. Time to get to the bottom of this.

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"Yes, yes, I can quite see that."

He said it tiredly, really. People had been threatening to kill him for far too long. Threats had little import to him after all this time.

"You see this?" He pointed to the Pour Le Merite at his throat. "I earned this in service to the Kaiser - when we had honour, and duty. When Germany still had a soul. I am a soldier, and I have done my duty. But my war is over. My duty is done."

He stepped around the giant red devil man, fishing a pack of cigarettes from a pocket. He lit one, and proffered the pack towards the red being. Otherwise, it would be rude, wouldn't it?

"And keep your eyes where you will, sir, but if I see any servants of that one-testicled madman? I'll probably kill them for you."

Hellboy continued to scowl down at von Hammer, pausing for a long, tense moment before taking a cigarette. He eyed it for a moment, maybe trying to see if it was poisoned? Which was stupid, but whatever.

He fished his own lighter out of the pocket of his overcoat and lit the cigarette.

"I'm going to hold you to that," he said, taking a puff on the cigarette and then turning to leave.

"A moment, please," he said, lighting his own cigarette.

"I have two questions. First, who are you? And second: what did they do to you to make you hate them so much?"

Hellboy stopped when he was called, though he didn't turn back around, instead just looking over his shoulder.

"Hellboy," he said. "They wanted to use me to loose the Dragon and trigger the end of the world."

He considered this for a long moment.

"I thought they already had begun that process, you know."

He shook his head.

"Very well, Hellboy. Until the next time."

Hellboy gave von Hammer one last, measured look -- maybe if he stared hard enough, he could see if this guy was legitimate as he said he was -- before continuing on his way.

"Thanks for the cigarette," he said blandly, waving over his shoulder before he turned the corner and was gone.