El Nariz looked unhappily at the flowing water of the Potomac River which lay before him. He touched it with his finger. It was ice cold. He looked back at the American.
"I don't think I want to do this," said the Colombian.
"Fine. We'll just go back and hang you, then."
"Remind what my incentive is again."
"Ten million dollars and amnesty."
El Nariz took a whiff of the air around him and it no longer smelled like cold, polluted water. It smelled like money. He dived in and began to swim with the current, chattering his teeth, towards Washington D.C.
***
"This is it," said Marianne Totschläger, "No holds barred. We don't stop fighting until Washington D.C. is taken, or every last one of us is dead. Understood?"
In barking unison the Motorrad Gruppe replied, "Jawohl, Frau Hauptmann."
"All right, then, dismissed."
The squad scrambled out of ranks to board their individual bikes. The ramp was slammed into the city walls and the German shock troops began pouring in.
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