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An up and coming meat production facility in the farm lands of Oklahoma. Butte Flats is a small town living a ghost life in the wake of the oil days. Former oil company New World Industries has moved on to more prosperous sites. Proctor Meats is now using the site for cattle enrichment.

Lars gets up on his bike and kicks it to life. Off to bring in some cattle to slaughter, again. It's kind of monotonous but the pay is great. And the bar serves a wicked tap.
Four stops before he can get to Proctor Meats and hang up his hat. Check up on the ranches, do the count, get the receipts and head back to the compound. No one would expect a thing.

A booming meat factory. All American beef.

Well, not all beef. But all American. He chuckles to himself as he speeds past a small brick church with a horde of black people milling about.

Another crowd to slaughter.
The bar is the diagonal building by the entry way.

Lars enjoyed being on his motorbike as it meant he was alone. It wasn't so much he enjoyed being alone as he had no time for human contact, if they weren't trying to lie to him they were trying to kill him. It came with the territory and over the year's he had gotten used to it, and it made his "work" that much easier and enjoyable.
Over the year's he had learned how to be a social chameleon and fit into most situations, some of them even seemed quite fond of him and liked having him around. But he had always been wary of people since he was 13 years old and the..........
He shook his head quickly emptying his head of thoughts and getting it back to the empty free feeling that was becoming harder to obtain the older he got.

Before he knew it he was parking his bike up outside the bar and realised just how much he needed a drink.

Now, in the early evening, the sun is starting to descend on Proctor Meats. The warming tunes of Aerosmith comes from the open bar door. Lars pats his jeans pocket where he keeps the notepad with the numbers from the route. The tally stopped at 714 in all. He just need to find Paul or Aron to report the numbers, but first a couple of cold ones.

By the door the fellow that goes under the name Banath is standing smoking a hand rolled cigarette. Lars had got acquainted with Banath at the pool table last week.

"Long day?" asks Banath as Lars walks towards him. "Not too bad really nice to get out there on the bike, and the figures are looking good so hopefully no earache from above"

Lars takes the pouch of tobacco that Banath hands too him, rolls a slim cigarette and searches in his pocket for his lighter. As he's searching he gets that familiar feeling that someone is watching him, as he looks around he can see no-one else except Banath. The feeling has become so familar to him it's almost like breathing.
He rests his back against the wall of the bar, sparks his zippo lighter, takes a long drag on the cigarette and can hear Banath speaking but is too busy scanning the area to listen to exactly what he's saying.

"Lars! This is important info, pay attention." Banath says.

Lars remembers four Sons of The Reich left the compound in a truck this morning. They had the ruck really loaded with cargo. No idea where it was headed though.
The bombing down in Oklahoma City just the other day still fresh on the news, gets him thinking.

Banath hisses to Lars, "The libretto has been given a tip on illegal activity going on in this bauern. I managed to make the tip dissapear, but it appears we have a rat in our house."

" I can't say I'm surprised, most of the guys here haven't got the sense of a drunk rabbit, offer them enough money they tell anyone whatever they want to hear. Of course it could be a plant, that would make it a bigger issue, but either way we need to get to the source and stop anything coming back on us!"
Lars knew he'd need Banath's help but this didn't mean he trusted him. How well did he really know him, a few games of pool and a few drinks doesn't give you the measure of a man. He'd keep an eye on him, but then he watched everyone with suspicion anyway.

"I've been ordered to help you out in any way i can. What's your plan?", Banath looks genuinely sincere.

The visits down the grinder, never is a good visit. At the moment, only Paul is on site. Taking the stone stairs down to the lower levels of the refinery's old warehouse area - now holding caged cells for the vanished lesser races of what's going for human nowadays. The thought that these would be fit to hold positions at tables where true man rules, is baffling. Paul states that with genome mutations and protein strain evolvement, these subjects would be harvestable for organs to save Aryans who've been injured in the battle for the Fourth Reich. The doctors even suggest that these vessels could be used as berthing stations for coming offspring. Further down the levels, experiments are being done, but the sons are not allowed down to Aron's laboratories. The new Doktor they had sent for from Germany surely had made some progress according to Paul.

In a warehouse cold storage, behind curtains of cattle rib cages and halved beef cattle, Paul is butchering a pig on a white tiled table. Stark lighting cast heavy shadows and a vibrance of iron scent is tangible as Banath and Lars come up to him.

The cleaver is being set in the dark red meat. "Whak!"

"Meine söhnen.." "What's the matter?"


Paul Geiger

"I have a job for you in the morning. That will show who's loyal and who's not. Rest assured. You know the small stone church down the ways? Baptist little church it is. Unto thee I will cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me: I become like them that go down into the pit." The last word is paired in perfect unison with the falling of the cleaver hitting its mark again. "You rest and let me check with the Ritter. Heil Hitler!"

With that he takes a step back and admires the display on the table. He reaches for another hanging piece of meat. A lithe leg of a dark female. He places the leg on the white tiles.

He brushes his hand over the thigh.

"Abend!"

Lars leaves and waits for Banath to join him to discuss the situation

Lars realises that banath may never come back out, and as such decides to head for a beer at the bar

Banath joins Lars at the bar, "Well, we have our orders, we should wait until morning. I will go to the church the doktor mentioned first, my soul is in need of some nutrition."

Lars decides to get some sleep, so heads home. In the morning he goes looking for Paul to find out what the "job" entails.