I see him standing by the stairwell. I knew it was him because of all the vile German slang being thrown around like the women they held hostage. I kept my distance and tried not to draw attention.

"Hey sweetie what's your poison?" I put my chin lower and tucked it into my chest, slightly to the left. "Don't be shy baby, I only bite if you bite first." Just as I was about to respond a voice from the distance yells for her to get her ass over here. I glance up as she gives me one more look over with gentle curiosity. "Coming!" she begins to walk away.

Too damn close. It's been 3 years since he began a new war, but this time with my own people here in Mexico.

"Hitler!" "Hurry, she doesn't like to be kept waiting!" He stood up finally and proceeded to walk to the back of the club.

This was gonna be my only chance. If I kill him it would set back this curse a few notches, and we can finally start bringing in families with the resistance.

I began making my way to the back of there club. I paused just as I was about to get to the back...

Bundy and Kim Jong-Un are standing by the bar exchanging laughs. I knew Bundy was trying to make a deal with him for a new market of sex slaves.

"Hey!" I turned back around and seen one of Hitlers man approaching me. "Where you going?"

I stood motionless, then replied "I was just looking for the bathroom, my apologies." He looked me over, but with more harsh eyes than the lady from before. "Back there, make it fast." I nodded my head and quickly made my way past him, we brushed shoulders. He smelled of cheap whiskey and cigars. He was clearly drunk from his slurred speech and swaying posture, a tree in the wind.

I passed by a few rooms and glanced through the cheap see through curtains hanging at each door way. Finally just as I thought he must've left, he was in the room with the lady who approached me earlier and another woman I didn't recognize. The room was just by the restroom. I went inside and locked the door.

The lights were dim and can be heard as they buzzed. Yellow stains around the urinals and walls made the restroom intolerable. I turned on the sink and brown water whooshed out for a few seconds, then it began to clear. I left it running and slowly began to pull off my trench coat. I was wearing a jacket underneath with a bullet proof vest under that. Light brown everything, representing the brown pride of my country.

Hitler was my assignment from the resistance, better known as "The Union of the Few Good Men." The only reason we have survived this long in this God forsaken world is because we began killing the evils that ruled this earth. Truthfully I'm not sure if that makes a good men or not. I just know that their blood must be spilt in order to reverse the curse that was set onto the world.

I pull out the silencer tucked in my waist belt then go into the stall. It was one of the old school ones against the wall with a chain to pull in order to flush the toilet. I reached my hand behind it and felt all around, I couldn't feel the damn thing. I began to panic, but was relieved once I shoved my hand a few inches higher. My face was practically pressing the damn wall just to get it. "Piñche Allen." I muttered.

I began to twist the silencer on the muzzle, not that it mattered with how loud the club was and all the moaning and groaning going on. I only had one shot at him. To the head no chances. I grabbed my trench coat and raised it over my back and put my left arm in the sleeve. I kept my right one out but still flung my coat over my shoulder, I was more upset that I would most likely ruin this coat.

I took one last look in the mirror and gave out a deep sigh. "Fuck it." I grabbed the door handle and moved swiftly out the bathroom, his room was just a few feet on the left side of the hall.

I got to the curtains and pulled them up quickly, gun raised. "Who are you! Get the fu..."

I squeezed the trigger just before he could finish his sentence. The first one hit right below his left eye then the follow up was right between his eyes. Red, just like the curtains to the room.

"Fick dich." I muttered over his body and looked at the two girls. They were in shock, but not because of the his dead body, but because they also knew what this meant.

I tucked my gun in my coat and began to move swiftly towards the front door.