The military advisors tried to contact the nuclear bases but none of them responded.
“Sir we cannot raise any of the bases.”
“Shit, keep trying!” Nixon shouted, “And for the love of god get this fucking broadcast shut down, the last thing we need is mass panic!”
“We are trying Sir but it seems like it is on every channel, we can’t get it off of the air.”
Nixon slammed his fists down hard on the table.
The images changed from the broadcast and showed full bodied armored soldiers with guns at multiple nuclear facilities in the United States. In the center of the soldiers was American serviceman that had been restrained.”
The German started to narrate once more, “Let us be clear America, this Country is ours and just to make sure you completely understand the gravity of your situation. Fire.”
The soldiers in the images raised their weapons and opened fire in a blaze of pink light; the rounds tore into the helpless people and their bodies slumped to the floor, blackened by the intense heat.
“Have a good day, Commander Sporrenberg out.”
The screens went black.
There was a stunned silence in the emergency room in the White House. Similarly, the room where the men in black stood was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The technicians held back tears.
The men in black spoke briefly. “Gentleman we are at war. Get something to eat and some rest but stay on call. We are going to need all the help we can get.”
The men in black left the room and promptly disappeared.
The room exploded in a round of applause.
“Our new Commander, wonderful speech Sporrenberg, just fantastic.”
Sporrenberg turned to face the man, “Thank you advisor, I am going to my room now. Do not disturb me for a while; I trust you can handle the inevitable backlash?”
Sporrenberg failed to notice the spark of intense disgust and fury that was on his advisors face that lasted less than a millisecond.
“Yes Commander that will not be a problem.”
“Good.”
Sporrenberg stormed back to his room and dismissed the guard from outside the door. As the former SS man entered his room he was pleased to see the gift waiting for him on his bed. Pamela was handcuffed to the bedposts, she had been cleaned up and was just wearing a slim white thong, and Sporrenberg could see all of her glorious curves in full.
Sporrenberg smiled as he undid his belt and started to wrap it around his knuckles.
“You are not going to enjoy this but don’t worry, at least I am going to enjoy it immensely.”
Pamela did not respond she just looked around the room in a daze; she was unable to focus on anything.
Sporrenberg placed his hand under her chin and force her head upwards, he looked deep into her eyes and smiled.
The men in black
The incident room in the White House was now in full overdrive; military generals had arrived from all the major bases and were busy arguing amongst themselves. Who were they fighting against, where did they come from? How had they taken so many important strategic positions without anybody noticing?
Nixon sat and listened, he was consumed by the man on television, who called himself Commander Sporrenberg. Who was he and why was he wearing an SS uniform?
The room was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Go away, we are not expecting company.” Richard Nixon demanded.
The door swung open and two armed guards entered, they saluted.
“Sir two men are here to see you.”
Nixon flew off the handle, “Are you mad, we are in the middle of the most important meeting to ever happen in these four walls and you two idiots have allowed visitors in here. Get the fuck out. Now!”
Two ghostly voices echoed out in unison, “Mr. President please calm down. We have arrived here with information on the new threat. We have come to assist you.”
“And who the hell are you clowns?” J Edgar Hoover said from his chair near the head of the table. The seventy-four-year-old director of the FBI was said to have real influence over the Nixon administration.
“Mr. Hoover, you know who we are, you have been trying unsuccessfully to track us down for several years now. All you could conclude is that we do exist.”
J Edgar Hoover leaned forward, “It can’t be.”
The rest of the room turned to the aging director.
“Don’t tell me you know who these people are Edgar?” Nixon asked.
“It can’t be them; you guys are the men in black?” Hoover asked in disbelief.
The two men in black entered the room; they placed a beige folder down onto the desk.
“Yes, we are. We don’t have time to explain who were are right now but you are going to listen to and adhere to our advice.”
Nixon felt a strange feeling, he felt somehow distant and light headed. He could not stop himself from letting the two strange men take over the meeting. Nixon sat and listened, unable to resist.
The two men in black took out several photographs and held them up for the room to see.
“The man you saw on Television today is Jakob Sporrenberg; he was the SS-Gruppenführer in Poland, Belarus, and Lublin. He was believed to have been extradited to Poland after the war and executed on the 12th June 1952.”
The second man in black held up the second picture. “However this is the man who was actually hanged. We believe that the SS had their records changed and the man that was executed was actually Captain Berndt Krause.”
Nobody at the table said a word.
“We don’t know where Sporrenberg went after the war but clearly he has been planning his operation meticulously. The forces he has gathered appear to be well trained and are much more technologically advanced than our own forces.”
Chief of staff William Westmoreland shook his head, “Where would a former Nazi get the resources to gather such a force, it doesn’t make sense?”
The men in black showed that awful smirk that they had displayed so many times before.
“We have asked the very same question ourselves but have so far been unable to come up with an answer. What we do know is this:
* They have advanced weaponry that fires superheated energy
* Their soldiers have superior body armor that deflects rounds up to at least .50 caliber
* They appear to have mechanized armor and an air force. We have only seen evidence to suggest a force of jet fighters but it would be wise to assume they also have a bomber force
* We have images of what look like modernized Tiger I tanks, the armor looks thicker and better angled but it definitely is modeled on the Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiger Ausf. E blueprint
* The brief video we collected of the fighter jets show they have the same silhouetted profile as the Me 262 ‘Swallow’ that the Germans pioneered at the end of World War Two
* All the data points towards the epicenter of this attack to be Wright Patterson Air Force base. This is where you are likely to find the most residence and where Sporrenberg will be commanding his forces.”
The people in the room just looked at each other in complete disbelief. They looked down at the pictures that were being passed around the room. After a couple of minutes, Secretary of Defense Melvin ‘Bom’ Laird looked up and from behind the large bags that had formed under his eyes and asked.
“What about the nuclear facilities? We need to assume they were captured so they could use them.”
The men in black shook their heads, “We believe they would have used them already if they were planning to. We think they have captured them to weaken our military options but also as a deterrent to prevent other nations from coming to our aid, we believe they are trying to isolate us.”
“Dear God,” Westmoreland said.