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The Depths: The Elements of a Haunting

The Depths Created by P.M. Amaras and Paul Driggere

Story by Duncan213

On March 15, 2024, a package was left at the subway entrance at the Boston Public Library. The package consists of 5 reel of magnetic tape recordings and some documents tied with twine. They hired someone to develop the film and tape recordings to digitize the artifacts. This is some of what was found, so far.

Due to the age of the recordings some gaps will be left. Some of the gaps will be filled in descriptions from Hans' case file notes, newspaper clippings and war time reports from Bureau 213 and MI.

This is a manuscript gathered from those 5 magnetic tape recording.

(Reel #1 recording starts)

June 13, 1943

I'm on an unlisted voyage on the RMS Queen Mary. I can see the vast Pacific South Seas and the lush green hilltops of the tropical island coming to view outside my cabin's doubled port holes.

I'm told to meet up with my contact. A Military Intelligence agent a Mr. David (Redacted). It seems that I was only one that was available for the case. My wife and Mother-in-law are in the UK. And Will is re-enlisted back into the Army.

Even from a distance I can see the small village had tripled in size since the USS Lonewolf docked to Bora Bora for Op. Bobcat last year.

It's now the morning of June 14, 1943 at cabin A213. Last night word came out that someone brought a copy of "The Maltese Falcon" and will be showing at the Prominod Deck. But first, I will head to the Prominod Deck to the makeshift Allied Post Office.

The War Department really set up a complete Post Office in an empty in an store front, next door to the armory in another empty store front.

I just met up with David, he was a crew member of the trade schooner that docked off the coast of the islands in 1922 in a Military Intelligence officer on the case file on The Talen Event back in 1938. He seem to clambs up about the case that is ahead of me in the coming days. He told me to contact his supervisor Marie-Claire on the radio.

Post Master: Oy! Ya next!

Hans: Oh yes, sorry. You have anything under the name Von Browning?

Post Office: Ya must be the detective investigation the Diver's Helmet Killer. Yeah, We got two letters from the UK and the other from an undisclosed address in France and a large package for your case.

I'm back at my cabin with my mail and coffee from the Mess Hall further down the Prominod Deck. Linda's letter is in some sort of new type of code. I know that has been playing around with codes to avoid the war time postal office from redacting her letters, since her time being teamed up with her beaver partner on the Lonewolf at Op. Bobcat last year. With the coded letter was a small scrap of paper with a note. The note contained the code key under the key reads: "Do not decode until you are back at Boston."

The other two letters are from both Beth and Ruth. Both letters are vary redacted and VARY indigo.

The large package was the case file in folders wrapped in brown paper. The case files came with Bureau 213. They put up a radio listening post after a radio at the village connected to a broadcast to a nameless ship in 1940. The broadcast was soon tracked down out at sea to a phantom ship. The event was soon to be determent as an ATE (Altered Timeline Event.)

PT/IOI-01 Discripsion: Item is a wooden cabinet sized American manufactured Zenith brand radio made between 1931-1938.

See Internal Report 92340-01

Note to new Bureau 213 agents, IOI= Item Of Internist

The case file itself contestant of two photos of the schooner in 1922, both photos has the ship's name had been redacted. The 1922 crew photo with most of the names redacted except a few. One of the crew member was curcaled with a red pen and the word "Dead" with a line connected to the circle. I feel an unease by just looking at the 1922 crew photo. It seems that the crew member labeled dead was named Jamie (Redacted).

Note to Bureau 213: This is a formal complainant, someone in the office scratch out Jamie's eyes with a black ink pen before the materials reaches to my care. This is vary unprofessional!

The next document of the testimony on Jamie's death, that was soon to be ruled as a diving antecedent. His body was never recovered. The testimony entry was dated: May 26, 1922.

Note: The 1922 testimony was recorded but the recordings are done within 3 wax cilenders. I'm not sure if I can find a phonograph out here.

The next item gives a bit needed levity David's and Leilani's wedding photo, taken June 6, 1922.

Next is the crew photo of the flat top MI research ship that docked in the area in 1938 and a photo the crew members of the research ship.

Unlike the 1922 photo, the 1938 crew photo doesn't have the haunted feeling to it.

With the 1938 research ship crew photo was a report of a potential Item Of Interest with anomalous effects know as the talen found within a small sunken boat, The Blue Raider that sank on Early-1938.

The last few items that finally has to do with the case at paw. A few missing posters and some newspaper clippings.

Air Base CPL Goes Missing: March 6, 1943

French Fishing Boat Goes Missing: March 22, 1943

Sighting of Mystery Figure walks from sea in diving helmet at near by beach: March 24, 1943

Local Survives Underwater Attack: March 26, 1943

Diver's Helmet Killer Strikes!: April 4, 1943

German Battleship runs into land at near by island: April 17, 1943

Hans' personal note: As I figured. I quickly found out some of the files given to me are somewhat out of date. Noticeably the older files from the 1922 and 1938 events.

I think this is enough intel to go on with, it's time to radio dispatch and contact Das MI Supervisor.

Quartermaster: So, Detective. You're finally on your way?

Hans: Not quite yet. I just need to radio dispatch.

Quartermaster: Well, You're still here for your guns.

Hans: Yes sir.

Quartermaster: One word of advice Detective, lose the blazer. It gets hot out here.

One M7 Combat Knife

One .44 Colt Official Police Revolver

Two boxes of .44 ammo

One Caliber M1

One .308 rifle clip (5 round paw loader)

Hans: I will like some of those packs of Lucky Strikes

Quartermaster: 25 Cents Each

Recording picks up a sound of a half dollar hitting onto the wood counter.

Hans: I will have two packs

The following is from recording reel #2: June 14, 1943 1PM

The thing recorded on the tape reel was some gunshots and screams

Hans: What happened?

MP: Helmet....Killer...

Hans: Where did he go? Stay put, I will send help.

(Hans pulls his revolver out from the leather holster hidden by his black blazer)

Hans von Browning here it is now June 14, 1943 1:04PM, someone injured an MP Officer and broke into my cabin. On the door just above the door knob, someone wrote in white paint: "Redrum."

Once, I open the door. I look at the mirror that "Redrum" painted on the door is a reverse to see the word "Murder."

The portholes are tightly latched. No one is hiding in the bathroom or in the closet. The room have been tossed and a large M3 trench knife stabbed into the dresser's mirror with a word in blood reading "Leave" over the cracked mirror glass.

June 15, 1943 6AM

After my first cabin got tossed the Queen Mary, now wartime code-named: 'The Grey Ghost' crew placed me into B340. But I managed to retrieve the old trench knife.

Item Document

Bureau 213 Internal Report 15643-4

Item is an older model of the M3 trench knife with a dark green handle similar to the M3 model knives made for the US and British armies during the Great War.

Manufactured Dated: C.1917

Containment: In Privet paws, in a display case at the Von Browning Estate Collection at Boston, Mass.

10:35AM

When I decide to visit the injured MP at the med-bay I was soon informed by boat to the MASH Unit on the islands.

11:14AM

I'm now on the Queen Mary's Sun Deck. I was told that I have to wait for an escort boat to the near by village.

Crew Member: The Queen Mary is too big to dock. Ether get an escort boat or use one of our rubber rafts.

Hans: What if I fly to the islands?

Crew Member: And with that outfit? This is not a place for your Sunday best and not to menchen the tropical high winds.

Hans: Look like I have to radio in dispatch after all.

11:31AM Radio Room

Radio Operator: Calling, Lt. Col. Dujadiins. Come in, do you read? Over

Radio: Marie-Claire here, we read you Grey Ghost. Do you have the detective with you? Over.

Radio Operator: Yes, he's behind me in the room. Over.

Hans: Hans here, It's nice to talk to you after you being Linda's guest on the Lonewolf. Over.

Marie-Claire: Yes, how is Linda? She is a fine officer. Over.

Hans: I really don't know, all I know is that she is somewhere in France. I just a letter from her but it's all in this new code. Over.

Marie-Claire: That's her alright, you know where to find me? We need to meet up before you can see your clients on the islands. Over.

Hans: The same boat shown in the 1938 photos. The flat top fishing boat on the Queen Mary's starboard side fitted with a diving rig on the research boat's port side. A newly mounted machine gun on it's bow. Over.

Marie-Claire: Vary good detective, see you there. Over and out.

Hans: Sir, I have an idea. I need your headphones and one of those paw held two-way radios.

Radio Operator: Okay, detective take the flight goggles from one of the near by storage closet.

12:05PM

Back at my cabin I just disassembled the two-way radio, placing the resever to the headphones. Detaching the second ear pease and attached the speaker to the headphones with a wire hanger from the closet.

I then, wired the remaining of the two-way radio to my tape recorder. Then, I wired the device to what I call a headset/prototype.

Soon, Marie-Claire helped me test out my headset/prototype connected to the two-way radio to make sure that the makeshift device works. With the test done, I put the test reel and the two-way radio into my leather pouch. The two-way radio is still wired to the recorder within the pouch.

Latter at the Queen Mary's bow

Hans: I can use that DEM 40 Mil. Bofors Anti-Aircraft guns as a launching off ramp. Okay, place the guns in a 35 degree angle upward trajectory on the starboard side.

Okay, keep them there.

Crew Member: What are you doing, sir?

Hans: Taking off my shoes before putting on the flight goggles. The last time I tried landing with shoes on, I almost slipped off a roof top back at Boston. Anyone wants my shoes, you're welcome to them.

(Soon, the recording picks up the sounds of bat claws tapping up over steel and wings opening and taking flight.)

12:55PM

And I'm off. Good thing I grabbed the flight goggles when I have. The tropical high winds is starting to pick up, I have to fly over the full length of the steamer. Even painted gray she is still vary impressive. Then, I see the small flat top boat and now making my landing.

1:27PM

Marie-Claire: Detective, down here!

I see Marie-Claire waving me down as I get ready to make my landing. I soon land close to the fennec fox vixen near the flat top's bow.

Marie-Clair: Good afternoon, Detective. Good to finally see you again.

Hans: Good to meet up w- Hur Supervisor, you're...mostly out of uniform.

Marie-Claire: (Giggles) Protocol has vary little place out here. Besides, you're a bit over dressed like last time on the Lonewolf. I remember you being Linda's guest. Anyway, let's talk about the case at paw. We have a real mess out there. Have you met your clients yet?

Hans: Not yet. I haven't seen them since when they came into my office with vary large silver Franks. Three months ago.

The fennec paws me a set of binoculars. Soon, I see the three otters at the distinct beach. Then, I saw the then missing fishing boat docked onto one of the village's piers.

Hans: Damn it, it's really getting hot and really quickly too.I see you found the missing fishing boat.

At this point of time I had to take off my heavy black blazer from the tropical heat. That is when I see the fennec vixen nods grimly.

Marie-Claire: Anyway Detective, It's time for you to meet up with your clients. I will have my crew set up a boat ready for you.

Hans: Vary good. So, Madam Lt. Col. How is your husband the Major (Sly)?

At the Bora Bora beach side 1:42PM

At the moment when the small lifeboat lands close to the three otters onto island's beach-side my investigation truly can start. It's so good to finally get to dry land after weeks out at sea.

Leilani: Detective, over here!

Hans: Hello ladies, it's been a long time since you three came to my office with outfits you grabbed off some near by racks at the closest department store you three could find. I remember the purple eyed one (Kalea) had a hat with the price tag still hanging from it. Well, now I see you three are...undressed.

All three of the otters giggles and the fennec fox blushes.

Hans: Anyway, I will take your statements after I get to my field office at the air base.

When I arrived to the air base I was quickly pointed to a small unused office building. This will make a really good investigation HQ. So far, I lost my shoes and blazer. No Matter. Now, I can really get things organized.

First, I can use one of the empty deck for the large stacks of case files. This map of the islands and the air base's print will do nicely for now.

It seems the air base moved the armory out of the building. I can put my rife, M7 combat knife and the extra ammo locked up in one of the lockers and some of the evidence in a second locker.

2:44PM

Marie-Claire: Detective, I forgot to give you, your visitor's pass for the base. Oh, don't drink to the coffee on the base...

3:14PM

Hans: I tried the coffee on the air base. It's fucked! Luckily the good Lt. Col. told me about better coffee at a cafe in the village.

At the meantime, I just set the case board all set with the maps at a near by meeting room. Besides, unlike Linda and I, when I married into a vary British family and like what you might think. They prefure tea more then coffee. But now, I need to set my bunk up for the night and rest for the night.

June 16, 1943 Islands Investigation Day 1 7AM

The Lt. Col. brought me some actually good coffee from the village cafe. French roast, really good stuff, especially with some blood and cream. Maybe, there's a local farm near by.

With everything set up. I still don't see in how the events of 1922, 1938 and the killings now in this case are connected to each other. I'm still missing a few things in this case. When I took this case, I thought it would be an easy catch the asshole or shoot the bastard and or call in the cops. Ether way I'm still filling in my report with a lot of paperwork with BPD and The US War Department. But I didn't count into a supernatural hornet's nest and that is coming from a vampire. Now, I have a crime scene at the docks to look onto.

Crime Scene Investigation: Village Docks 7:26AM

Today, I took a jeep to the crime scene with Lt. Col. Dujardiins as my escort. When we pulling up to the site next to the village's cafe. There, I hear some strange and vary hard sounding music that I didn't recognize.

Item Document/213 Internal Report, 213 Archives/Documents Level

Archives Level 19

Radio Future

Item: IOI-6520923

Item Desciption and Containment: The item is a Zenith wood round top that sits on the cafe's bar counter. The item alerted 213 agents when the item broadcast Japan's attack on Peal Harbor on the radio 2 years before the attack even happened. Broadcast Date: October 31, 1939. Agents are dispatched to the site. With seconds on the events of the attack of December 7, 1941 the radio stayed on the same news broadcast on all within 24 hours.

Since 1940, 213 had put up a radio listening post known as site A and an agent in posted at the cafe known as site B. Both site A and B agents are to be equipped with a note pad and ordered to write down lyrics from future songs and or future events broadcast from the device.

Reel #3/labeled: June 16, 1943 Day 1 7:26AM

Once, We reached the crime scene, I soon realized in why Marie-Claire insisted to be my escort. Good thing too, using her rank to leverage me pass the barricades. Before, I can even step paw onto the crime scene...

Leilani: Hans, Detective over at the cafe.

Hans: Princess, Ladies. Say, this is nice little place...is that the large chunk of glass on the table from the attack 3 months ago?

Malaha: That fucker should've stayed dead!

Hans: Das what? It's okay ma'am, you can tell me what's really going on. I can believe just about anything. For gods sake, I'm a vampire wolfbat.

That was when Malaha clams up. After wrapping the chunk of glass in a cloth napkin and lighting a cigarette. Hans heads out of the cafe to the docks.

Leilani: Detective, Wait!

Hans: Go back inside, Princess. I will be with you in a moment.

Leilani: I want to apologize for Malaha's behaver. Please, call me Leilani. You don't have to be so formal.

Hans: Sorry Leilani, force of habit. It's okay, I'm use to it with folks clamming up. I will be back soon.

Crime Scene: Docks 7:33AM

At the crime scene the sent of the sea breeze and blood almost overpowered my canine scent. Lucky for me there was a photographer on the site to keep myself focused on the task.

Hans: So, what we got?

Photographer: Oh, you must be the detective that just came to town. We got a real mess, the village doesn't have it's own morgue. So all 6 bodies have already been taken to the air base's morgue. This is still a small village out here.

That was fine with me. I can still map everything out without my scent alone. I can use Loci Method (Short for Location to map out crime scenes during investigations) to map everything out within the crime scene.

Hans: You, the guy with the notepad in the cafe. Turn that damn radio off, I need to focus here.

B213 agent: Sure thing bud, I need a brake anyway. Let site A pick up the slack a bit.

Hans: So, this is where the blood from the trench knife in my cabin came from.

(Recording picks up the sound of Hans picking up a .45 revolver from the deck of the fishing boat. Empty bullet shells falling onto the deck.)

Hans: All dry out.

7:46AM

Hans: The wheel house is a real mess. I'm even surprised the boat is still afloat. Wait, there is something is written on the deck with blood.

(Hans fly over to the warehouse's rooftop)

Hans: Ja, I can see another message in blood: "Leave Detective." Looks like there was something heavy dragged. All the way off the boat and over the docks. The dock then, off the ledge of the near by pear and into the water.

(When Hans drops back onto the docks a harpoon barely missed Hans by inches and in-bedding itself into the warehouse's wooden wall almost filled up covered with missing persons like wallpaper.)

Hans: Hey you, come back here!-Aaahhhh! Fuck me! Young lady, put down that knife thing. I don't mean any harm. I'm a privet detective.

Tahnee: Your not that asshole with the helmet.

Hans: No shit, young lady! You really cut me deep in the right forearm with that bone knife there.

Tahnee: You need to get bandaged.

Hans: Here use my tie. Say ma'am have you seen anything down there? Like another body or something heavy like that?

Tahnee: No why?

Hans: I'm starting to get a hunch. This is starting to be a long case.

At that moment I found what looks like a small brass bolt close to Hans' foot paw on the docking.

8:25AM

Who ever this hyena nurse was, she really patched me up really quick.

I examined the casing of the wax cilenders. The wording on the labile is faded with age. Each wax cilenders has the names of each of the three young otter ladies and dated: May 26, 1922. I need to find a phonograph somewhere at the near by village.

June 17, 1943 Day 2 8AM

What Luck! I found a phonograph at some store front at the village. I think it's called "Needful Things."

10AM

It turns out the wax cilenders are word by word match with the 1922 testimony. But separated with each recording with each of the three otters.

June 18, 1943 Day 3 9AM

MASH Unit/Allied Air Base

It seems that the MP's statement matches up with the young manta ray dame at the docks. I still need to get Malaha's statement. Then, I can look in the suspects, using the 1922 crew photo as reference.

10:35AM

Well, David was out quickly a major bust. I think I lost a side fang, good thing it was not one of my bigger fangs.

10:40AM

Linda from a pay phone: I heard you got your ass kicked again. You got didn't tell me that your having an investigation with the Princess and the others.

Hans: I thought you're busy with your mission in France. And yes, they're my clients.

Linda: I will be putting your investigation on hold for a while. I'm coming over. Besides, you do hear about the Princess Leilani, Malaha and Kalea's reputation?

Hans: What reputation? Oh-oh my!

10:46AM

Well, Since my investigation is on hold until Linda arrives. I think I will look into the German battleship wreaked at one of the near by islands.

The following is a recording reel labeled and dated: Meeting, Boston Cathedral Halloween Night/October 31, 1937

I'm meeting with a vary powerful figure of the Boston's branch to the Dark Covenant. Someone that goes by the nickname, A vary tall robed wolfess came to me.

Robed Wolfess: The Bishop is waiting for you inside, but first you to surrender your weapons. Paw over the gun. The knife. That small .22 revolver under your pant leg.

Hans: Really Ma'am

Robed Wolfess: fork it over and the extra silver rounds.

(Recording picks up the sound of a box of silver bullets being placed on a concrete step.)

Robed Wolfess: You will have your item back when you come out. Follow me.

(Heavy doors open)

The Bishop: Ah, Mr. Von Browning come in. Come in!

The Bishop sits at a stone alter with a large sitting open surrounded with half milted candles. The Bishop beacons Hans with one shooting a big toothy Shit-eating grin at Hans' way.

Hans: First, call off your boys and we'll talk.

The Bishop is flanked with 4 bodyguards. Two at the front and on two at the back. The two wolves snarling at Hans at front have on dark blue flat vests. The two wolves in the back, one has a hooded outfit with no sleeves. The last at the back is in a late-19th Century double breasted outfit with large high collier.

The Bishop snaps his claws the two with the flat vests stood down. The wolf in the high collier came forward to sniff at Hans.

Hans: Hey, what's the idea? I already checked in my guns at the door!

The High Collier Wolf: He's Clear!

The Hooded wolf brings in a second chair.

The Bishop: Sorry about that detective, protocol. Come sit.

Hans pulls out his gold plated Zippo lighter to light his Lucky Strikes as he take his seat.

Hans: So, what's the job you got me this time?

The Bishop: To retrieve another of our spell books.

Hans: I hope your going to pay me better then mid-19th Century British Pounds. My banker was none-so-pleased with your last payment.

Reel #4/ On the Destroyer USS Salem June 18, 1943 Day 3 12:27PM

The view of the clear blue waters are breath taking even before the Salem sets sale. It's been 6 years already, really need to retrieve this book for the Bishop.

Let's see if I can see the battleship wreckage from here.

Kalea: Hey Detective!

Hans: Good gods! You almost gave me a heart attack and I almost sucked my coffin nail into my muzzle. Wait, how did you all three of you get here?

Malaha: We swam to the ship, silly.

Hans: I told you three to stay put for your safety. Even when my investigation is on hold, thanks to my sister pulling rank on me. You three are still my responsibility as my clients.

Leilani: Honestly, Detective. You really don't need to worry about us. We can take care of ourselves.

Hans: Fine, the three of you already have really good records with the war effort. Okay, you'll can tag along.

Kalea: Yay!

Hans: Now, You all have insisted. I will tell you three about this side mission.

USS Salem's meeting room 12:42PM

Hans: 6 years ago I made a deal to retrieve a book for a vary powerful wolf. I tracked down the book to a wreak at a near by island. Half of the Steurn is sunken into the tropical waters.

Kalea: I will not want to be used as a weapon for your war again.

Hans: Oh right, You got your powers from some local sea god. 5 years ago. No matter. Don't worry, hun. I will not have you to be used like that if I can help it. You and the other two are my clients. You'll safely is my top priority. I will never put my clients at risk.

Leilani: Hans, how did you get into being a privet eye?

Hans: I think it was when Linda was brought into the War Department after my wedding. Then, become part of the OSS 6 years latter. When the war came I tried to sign up, they rejected me. They didn't want a scronny electric engineer. Father was really pissed off that day, calling me a weakling runt.

Leilani: Your father sounds like a jerk.

Hans: Father is really strict. I barely see him even to this day. He was also not pleased when I married a Brit. Before you ask, my marriage is vary open.

(Everyone blushes)

Hans: I....I think I covered everything. I'm going to masti- take a shower.

USS Salem showers 1:07PM

Before Hans can start to masturbating in the showers he sees Leilani comes in naked. Hans blushes and grabs his hat covering his partly erect canine cock. When Leilani comes into the showers, she giggles at Hans for being shy.

Hans: Hur Princess! Desentcy!

Leilani: Come on, Hans don't be so shy.

Hans: But you're my client. I don't usually have sex with my clients.

Leilani: If you bite me, I will kick your ass all the way back to Boston.

Hans: You have a deal, hun.

Leilani kisses Hans' muzzle deeply as his cock quickly got hard and grips his paws the sea otter's hips. Hans gently moves her to side space next to the showers knobs. They both moan loudly when he lifts her leg in place over his thigh and slides his cock quickly into Leilani's pussy. Leilani grips onto Hans back as he starts to thrusts his throbbing hard cock harder and faster up into her.

After a while of having hard sex on the spot. All of his lust, fears, anger and stress milted away when he releases himself into her like a volcano filled with hot cream filling.

Leilani: You want to go onto a second round?

Hans: Ja, but let's move it into my cabin.

June 19, 1943 Day 4 10AM

The following is a mix of the recording and descriptions from Hans' notes.

"So, did he bite you?" Malaha asks Leilani eyeing at Hans blushing red across the table at the Salem's mess hall with the 3 otters.

Leilani giggles "Nah, really. He is a perfect gentleman and he's a good snuggler."

Hans just sits there blushing and stung with this conversion about sex so openly in public.

Kalea comes up behind Hans.

Kalea: Um...Hans can you help me something?

Hans: Oh yes, What do you need, hun?

Kalea: There's one of those wall of windows with food like the ones in New York.

Hans: Oh! You mean a coin operated diner. I can help you, hun. Please come with me, hun.

Once, at the coin operated diner

Hans: I understand the feeling, these things can be a bit tricky. Can you tell me what you want?

Kalea: That red pie, there

Hans: Ah, the cherry pie. That is a good one. Let me see if I can find a dime. Here we go!

(Hans puts the dime into the slot. Then, after opening the small window grabbing the cherry pie from the small shelf. Gives the pie to the young otter. She gives Hans a big hug. He holds her pie for her when she hugs him.)

Kalea: Thank you so much, Hans!

Hans then, gently gives the pie back to the otter's paws.

Hans: Your welcome, hun. Go join the others at the table. I will come join soon.

10:15AM The Plan/On the upper docks of the Salem, now near the German battleship wreckage.

Let's see what we got. We might get some light resistance. Maybe, a skeleton crew left. Some of the mounted guns are un-maned. Looks like I might not need Kalea's powers as cover after all. But stand by just in case.

PT-Boat 237 12:17PM

Hans on his prototype headset: PT-237 to royal package, come in royal package. Over.

Radio: This is USS Salem, CA-139. Royal package have snuck off the ship. Over.

Hans: If I know those 3 they're heading straight to me. Despite my orders.Over.

Leilani: You're right on the money.

Hans: Son of a-Quit sneaking up on me! You three come in like ghosts.

Leilani: Did you really expect us to sit back as you step into that snake pit alone?

Radio: Mr. Von Browning, you okay? Repeat! Are you okay Mr. Von Browning?

Hans: Yes, I'm okay. The royal package has shown up onto my doorstep. Over.

Now, Princess. You're right, it's time to show you three Plan B.

Plan B 12:20PM

Okay, see the bow is half buried into the island beach-side sands and the stern is mostly sunk into the tropical waters. There are at least 4 points of entry, over the sand dunes over the bow, the two side doors hanging open. Then, the last point of entrance is somewhere at the stern sunken in the waters.

Leilani: You talk too much, Detective.

Leilani pulls Hans from behind into the water. This is where Hans had to discard his vest so he can better in the water.

Leilani starts to talk to Hans within his mind: *We can talk to each other this way. We don't have to use our mouths.*

Hans: *This can be useful. Okay, let's get into the ship.*

At the sunken stern Hans regroups with the other two otters. Soon, they'll found a side port hole that was broken open.

Within the German battleship wreak 12:26PM

Girls, We need to get to the ship's cargo hold, get the book and get the hell out before the Navy shows up in full force. We don't want to be caught in the crossfire when the battle really shows up.

(Suddenly, two groups of wolves with guns surrounds the 4 with both sides of the ship's side deck.)

Hans pulls out his revolver.

Hans: Oh Crap! This gun won't be working for a while.

(The German troopers start laughing until a jet of water knocking the two trooper groups. But keeping the 4 safe at the same time. Hans drops the wet ammo onto the deck floor at the same time when the jet of water washed out the German troopers.)

Hans: What the hell was that? Why do I keep forgetting about Kalea's powers. She's so damn cute! Let's get to the Cargo Hold quick!

Cargo Hold 1:17PM

Leilani: So, what are we looking for?

Hans: A wooden box that might be small enough to fit a leather bound book.

Kalea: Found it!

Hans opens the wooden box to reveal a thick leather bound book. Putting the book into his leather messenger pouch.

Hans: Okay ladies, let's get the hell out of here.

Afterwords, all 4 of them had to run back to the PT-Boat. That is until a stick grindade launched him in the air and landed on the boat knocking him out.

Back at the Salem June 20, 1943 Day 5 11AM

Hans wakes up naked with a bandaged up torso. Turns out that Hans walked away with only 2 broken ribs from the grindade during the escape.

Leilani: Are you okay,Hans?

Hans: Yes, I'm fine. But why am I naked?

Leilani: Easy, you're still a bit tender.

Hans: It seems that I'm vary aroused.

Leilani: I can fix that.

Hans: Princess! Not in public in front of the ship's Med-Bay. We're not even back at port yet.

Leilani pulls the privet curtens around the bed closed.

Hans: (blushes) Can we at least snuggle after das sex? No wait! Ooofff! My poor back. My poor pelvis!

One would think with the size and girth of Hans' canine cock it would be like a large train slamming into a smaller tunnel. But his cock fits into her vaginal tunnel perfectly, all the way down only stopping above his softball sized knot.

Oh my, Princess!

Back at the Air Base Docks June 21, 1943 Day 6 12PM

Marie-Claire waits for Hans and the others when the Salem pulls into port.

Marie-Claire: Linda is waiting at you're investigation HQ. Follow me quick. She is not vary happy with waiting for so long!

12:09PM At Hans' Investigation Field HQ

Linda: It's about time you showed up, little brother. Let's talk about your case. Oh, Princess. Good to see you again. One word of advice, don't let my brother's proper and shy personality fool you. He is a beast under the sheets.

Leilani: Oh I know. We already had sex! Twice.

Hans: Ladies!

(Both giggles as he start to blush)

Possessed Tank

NAT-IOI: 55

Internal Report 051443

Description: The Possessed Tank is a 6 person crew Sherman tank with a word "Fury" painted in white on the 40 Mil. gun. It will fire at any personal of German Descent.

Containment: The item is contained in a hanger at an abandoned air port in the Arizona Desert. Sedated with 3 or 4 16 galleon drums of ether beer or whiskey down the fuel tank.

Hans: Everything matches up. It's Occam's razor, the simplest answer is often the right one no matter in how upsird it is. Also, it makes seance in terms in the Elements of a Haunting matches up. There was enough of pain and rage to make the diver's helmet nearly a battery with so much energy contained within the item.

Linda: I don't blame you for what you did 21 years ago, Malaha. I also killed someone last month.

Hans: It's just in what you say, sometimes the dead don't stay dead.

Linda: That asshole tank commander in North Africa was abusing and executing German POW s. I got my undercover uniform dirtied up and posed as a POW. When I was able to my arrest for his war crimes. My arrest turned into a shoot out. He was latter found dead in a ruin of a stone house a few miles away from the main base 4 hours latter.

A week latter, his tank came alive and came after me without anyone controlling it.

Hans: It gets worse. Since Jamie was killed in a traumatic way. He might think that he is still alive. I know in what happened to the missing Corprol but you'll won't like it.

Leilani: Detective, please go on. We all need to know, tell us.

Hans: The missing Corprol found Jamie's helmet washed up on shore. He picked it up and refurbished it. Soon, Jamie took control when the refurbished helmet during a stress test. Now, Jamie is using his new body like a rental car with an extended worenty.

Malaha: I think I am going to be sick!

Hans: I thought that might be the case. But we still need a plan.

The Plan 2PM

Hans: The refurbishment took placed at the small boat house further down the village's docks. Killers usually stick around in mostly one area. We can set the trap in that area.

The Trap 3:30PM

(Recording picks up the sound of feet running down on the wooden deck.)

Malaha: Spring the trap now!

Kalea's water jet knock the Diver's Helmet Killer down onto the deck. He drops the fire ax sliding across the deck near the boat house's wooden door. When the diver's helmet off from the missing Corporal's head.

Hans: I got the helmet!

Corporal (Redacted): What happened? Who are you?

Hans: Names, Hans von Browning. I'm a detective and the lovely ladies behind me are my clients.

Jamie's Diving Helmet

PT/IOI: #17

Privet Item #4486

Description: The item is an early prototype diving helmet.

Manufactured Date: C. 1919, The maker's name had been claw filed off.

Containment: Item is under privet containment with the Von Browning Estate Collection.

June 27, 1943 1PM Day 12

Hans sits at a desk at a thatched roof hut filling out some paper work.

Hans: Who is going to believe this report? It sounds like something off from the pulps from the newsstands and that includes with the sex.

Leilani: What's going to happen to the helmet?

Hans: I'm going to put the item under glass in my collection in my family estate.

Leilani: Why can't the helmet be destroyed?

Hans: Then, that would release Jamie. No, it's way better to keep Jamie contained in his prison within the diving helmet. I feel like I need to give you something. I'm sorry if I can't give you something nicer.

Hans gives Leilani a gold plated Zippo lighter with the Von Browning family crest. A white dimmand as an eye for a howling wolf.

Leilani: What's that writing on the bottom?

Hans: It's my family's motto in Latin, the translation is thus: "We die by the sword, Undead life is our reward."

End of recording

The End