Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Shadow of the Warrior

  The Brow pulled his car into the abandoned airstrip he and his unit were using for a temporary base of operations. The place was not large; there were only two hangers and the landing strip. One hanger was considerably larger then the next, and it was this large hanger which housed the cargo plane they were planning to use to transport the coffin. The plane was supposed to have left for Germany almost 24 hours ago but the shootout on the train had prevented that. The Brow walked to the smaller hanger, which was the communication rooms and barracks for the men. The hanger had lights which hung from the ceiling; they were not large and did not so much illuminate the hanger as cast a bright silhouette over it. The place had not been used since the first great war and smelled of mildew and rust. The Brow though to himself, One day when we have overthrown the vermin in the world I and all of my fellow countrymen will live like the kings we are.

  As The Brow entered, he saw what remained of his solders engaging in their daily workout; they were currently doing pushups for strength training. The unit moved as one like a well oiled machine, The Brow thought to himself, as well they should — they are part of the master race. He walked past the cots the men slept in and towards an office in the back of the hangar. There was a light on and he could see his commanding officer Pruneface sitting at his desk, looking over a telegraph that had come in. Even through the terrible wrinkles on Pruneface, The Brow could see a look of concern on his comrade's face. He knocked on the door, and Pruneface waved him in. The Brow entered and saluted. Pruneface looked up from the telegraph strip, sighed and spoke, "I have informed our superior of the incident on the train. He is not pleased that we have failed again to secure the coffin. We are to attempt to take the coffin from the museum, within the next three days, before he arrives here himself." A look of fear ran across the Brow's face. "His fury and bloodlust even exceed that of the Fuhrer himself." Pruneface looked at the ground "He has assured me that he would not look kindly upon a third failure to secure the artifact. It would result in unfavorable consequences for the two of us. We must obtain the coffin. What have do you have to report from your reconnaissance trip to the city?"

  The Brow stood his body at attention and reported, "The newspapers are reporting that there are two rival gangs. The men who opposed us are reportedly linked to a faceless gangster known only as Big Boy. He appears to a mob boss who operates behind the scenes, using other men as puppets, his real name is unknown. The men we lost have are being portrayed as a new gang known as the broken star gang. All of the members we lost are reported as dead." Pruneface broke into the conversation, "Our members are being reported not as Nazi soldiers but as a gang?" The Brow replied, "Yes it appears that the ignorance of the American's has proven favorable…" Pruneface rose from his chair screaming, "You fool! This is not American stupidity! It is a cover up! The American government is trying to take this out of the hands of the local police, they have a special agent for dealing with matters involving us. If he becomes involved in the situation all hope of success in our mission is lost." Quizzically the Brow asked, "Who is this man you speak of?" Pruneface shook his wrinkled head. "Never mind, on last report he was in Europe it will take some time to transport him here. We must act quickly. What can you tell me about the museum?"

  The Brow continued his report "The coffin is now under 24-hour police protection. The only two people with access to it our Professor Lane and his daughter Margo."