Handling a Crisis

Chapter Sixty-Two: Set In Motion

Chapter warnings: talk of suicide, talk of torture, talk of suicidal thoughts and past attempted suicide, Holocaust mention, World War II talk, Spanish Empire being an asshole, bombing, death

New Pangea walked around the base, looking over the work they'd done in the past eight days. Sure, there'd been delays, such as her, Vietnam, and Philippa waking up from their Hazings.

Speaking of, she frowned at the voice of her non-Hazed self yelling at her to cease operations. She didn't understand; this was all required. This needed to happen for everything to be right again. The scales were tipped severely out of balance. They needed correcting, and that's what they were going to do.

"Giáo Dục Lại, Kasamaan, how's your progress?" New Pangea asked.

Vietnam rolled out from under the object he was working on and Philippa dried off her hands. "We're ready to operate tomorrow," Vietnam informed her.

"De engines arrre pully-punctional and we'rrre just waiting on de paint to drrry," Philippa added.

New Pangea nodded approvingly. "Wonderful, I'll leave you to it."

She turned and walked out of the room, arms crossed behind her back. That crossed another thing off the long checklist in her mind. Preparations needed to go as planned and nothing could be messed up. This operation was practically do-or-die in the grand scheme of what she and the others sought to achieve.

We shouldn't be doing this! her real self screamed. They didn't do anything! We didn't do anything! This is wrong! This is so wrong! We need to stop all of this! Now!

Stop? New Pangea wanted to laugh. People will see that this was all for the better when the time comes. They'll see soon enough that we're right. It doesn't matter how long it takes. They'll see. They'll all see.

New Pangea was almost at her destination when she ran into Schutzstaffel. He saluted her and greeted her. "New Pangea. You haffe business here?"

"That's right. I'm just going to check in on the others before checking the humans. Don't worry, I won't be interrupting your fun."

Schutzstaffel flashed her a grin and the two walked down the corridors, coming upon a metal door. Schutzstaffel took the pleasure of unlocking it and New Pangea stepped inside. IRA was slumped against her metal box, Weimar sat limply in her chains, and Wehrmacht sat with his legs criss-crossed and his arms hanging off his knees.

"Well, if it isn't the two bastards of the hour," IRA grumbled.

"Ah, ah, ah. We don't want Ireland and Northern Ireland getting brought in for your language, now do we? It would be a shame if you had to watch them get hurt, or worse," New Pangea threatened in a sickly sweet tone. IRA glowered at her, but didn't say another word. Satisfied, New Pangea folded her hands together in front of her. "I just came in here to say that tomorrow is going to be a very exciting day. If we do it right, this will all be over soon."

Weimar scoffed. "Coming from you, zat means nozing good."

New Pangea gave her a smiling glare before clearing her throat. "Needless to say, because this is going to be such a big event, you'll be joining us to watch this momentous occasion. I do believe you're all going to enjoy this." She looked at Schutzstaffel. "Have fun."

After New Pangea left the room, Schutzstaffel took out a keyring from his pants pocket and undid the part of the chains that connected Wehrmacht to the cell walls. He roughly pulled Wehr to his feet and shoved him out the door, closing and locking it.

"I still don't understand vhy you help," Wehrmacht muttered. "Vat is it zey're offering you?"

Schutzstaffel laughed. "Bruder (Brother), you're in no position to make any deals, or has being locked up made you forget efferyzing? Shame, you'd lose ze only zing zat makes you vorthvhile. Vat vould Vater say about zis?" He held up his hand. "Vait, I know. He'll toss you to ze side like ze useless piece of garbage you are."