The first thing Taylor noticed was the pungent smell around him. Then, he noticed that his goggles and clothing had been replaced by a tight, black, ribbed turtleneck, a pair of black pressed pants and a pair of perfectly shined boots. Then, he noticed where he really was.
It was a small town in Germany, near Czechoslovakia, where horses pulled wagons. However, these wagons did not hold hay, fruit and vegetables. They held canons, machine guns and rifles because it was World War II and Hitler was currently residing just around the corner for where Taylor now stood.
Taylor took a few steps toward a small house in front of him with the intent of entering and inquiring about lodging. However, he stopped himself and decided to go straight to Hitler's lodgings, knowing that he would be accepted.
Taylor looked like Hitler's idea of a perfect teen-age boy. Tall, strong and with blond hair and blue eyes. He might as well have been the perfect Aryan. However, as long as he was not Jewish, Taylor figured that he could observe the ongoing situation quite comfortably in a sheltered lodge, looking like a member of the "perfect race."
He walked with his head held high toward the building which surrounded a man who would later be described in history books as a dictator of the worst kind, the kind with more power than they could ever hope to have. Taylor approached the gate and stood at attention the best who could for the guard who stood there.
"What business do you have here?" the guard asked in German.
After an almost undetectable moment of hesitation, Taylor answered in perfect German, glad that he'd been taking lessons all these years. "I am here to see Hitler."
The guard stepped from his post and began walking around Taylor in a slow, small circle, observing him carefully. "Aye. Do you want to join the forces?"
Taylor clicked back up to full attention when he felt himself slouch a bit. "What I must talk with him about does not concern you," Taylor said, somehow knowing that this insolence would only help to gain him access to one of the few "safe" havens in the area.
The guard laughed and called for another man to take his post for a moment. "Come. I'll show you the way. I only hope you know what you're getting into."
As Taylor followed the man inside, he only wondered if that hope had reason behind it.
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