March 26, 2022

There is a nice fragrance of soup coming from the kitchen as twenty-four top UN Globalists with wives and companions sit awaiting dinner, after a two-day conference in Amsterdam.

 

For most missions it is much more efficient for the men not to transform. This is one of those times. Berghofer, however, has a wonderful sense of humor, and so acts as an exception upon this occasion, and after killing the guards outside, walks upright as a Wehrwolf, into the room ahead of the men.

 

“Attention, one and all. Yes, I know. How strange. Imagine, a talking wolf… That soup sure smells good. You are all, however, traitors to your European race and heritage, apart from the few outlanders I see among you, who are merely trying to upgrade their situations dishonorably by invading us. Sorry to say, it’s time for you all to die, and alas, no provision for poignant last words or explanations.”

 

The seven men behind Berghofer have automatic weapons of choice with suppressors, and shoot all of the men at the table. At least half of the women faint. The unit leaves immediately by a rear door to the parking area. Berghofer has his own way out, and after he changes back, meets up with the others for a fine dinner, preceded by fragrant soup.