Soldiers of the Damned Page #6

Wipe them from the

face of the earth.

We are your brothers,

you must help us.

How do I use it?

How do I speak with them?

- No, it must be destroyed!

- Hello, Kurt.

- Anna, don't.

We have to leave this here.

It's our only hope

to survive this.

- What is it?

- Are you crazy?

Abandon what I've been

working towards for so long.

- They don't care.

They won't help you.

- They will.

When they understand

what we are doing.

- They already know.

They know everything.

They're inside our heads.

- You are an unbeliever.

You make my stomach turn.

We will prevail.

- Who is inside our heads?

What's going on here?

- Our ancestors, Major.

Those from whom the

Aryan race are descended.

And we will become like them.

- Now...

It ends for you.

- Metzger.

- No!

- Cover it up.

Do as I say.

Move away from the bag.

- No!

It's even more powerful

than I imagined.

- It'll kill you, Anna.

- It will save us.

- No, for Christ's sake, no.

- You make me sick.

Unter mensch!

Goodbye, Kurt Fleischer.

Why?

Why won't you let me kill him?

What?

No!

Kurt!

For God's sake, help me.

I can't stop it.

Kurt, help me!

Please, no!

- Anna.

- What are you doing, old man?

Dressed like this you

could get yourself shot.

- Old man.

- Where did you come from?

The forest?

Why did you put this dog tag on?

Take off your boots.

- Take them yourself,

you Russian bastard.

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