1924. The sun had gone down hours ago, casting a long dark shadow over the large metropolitan city. A thick fog came rolling in like a horde of ghosts, only adding to the ever growing erie atmosphere. The more respectable of the city population were safely locked inside their snug homes, waiting for the sun to arise and give them a brand new day... however, there were those who ventured out into the cold, dark hours to go on exciting adventures. Adventures that mostly happened downtown where you could hear the muffled sounds of roaring jazz music coming from inside what looked to be abandoned locations. Where young ladies could indulge in obscene dancing, drinking and other morally indecent things of which their mothers would never forgive them. Where young men would woo said ladies, sell and enjoy illegal substances, and do whatever they pleased. These were revolutionary times, where both women and men sought out freedom that had been so brutally taken from them during the great war that ended 7 years ago. Women wanted to feel glamorous and men wanted to feel powerful. But, not all were glitz and glamour. This large city that bustled with life during the day and during the night, were in a war of it's own, a territorial war that had lasted for several generations.
3 gangs had been fighting over the majority of the city and it's more doubtful businesses, fighting for more control, more power and of course, more money. All 3 gangs were determined, stubborn and eager to erase the competition to get what they wanted, they used whatever tricks they could.. dirty or not. One of the gangs had a particular trick, a neat little thing that were incredibly tough to beat.. a trick the other gangs wanted for themselves.
On this particular night, outside a particular joint owned by the Allies family, under a blinking streetlamp stood a shining black motorcar. From the outside it looked like any other motorcar belonging to someone who could more than afford it, but this was no ordinary Chrysler. Accompanying said car, were 5 young men of both good and bad repute. The Nordics. All blue eyed, all fair haired, all gentlemen and all equally dangerous when needed be. Behind the wheel sat a rather tall gentleman, his face was rather emotionless and a pair of spectacles adorned the bridge of his nose. Swedish Berwald was a fellow who meant action spoke louder than words, strong as a lion and silent as a mouse. The two youngest, Emil and Tino, were seated in the back. Finnish Tino was the most excellent marksman, no targets were safe from his scope. He could also be very deceitful, no one would guess he would shoot you with the blink of an eye with his sweet demeanor. Icelandic Emil was the most peaceful one and liked to use his wits more than brutality. Outside the vehicle, leaning against the door of the passenger seat, stood Danish Mathias, the self proclaimed head of the Nordics family. A black fedora hat were pulled way down his face, casting a rather mysterious shadow over his deep blue eyes, a cigarette were loosely dangling from his lips and his and he had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black trench coat. Standing closer to the brick building, looking up towards a small window, stood Norwegian Lukas, second in command and the brains behind pretty much everything.
“Luke, what are you standing there for? Nervous?” Mathias asked rather mockingly before taking a large drag from his cigarette. Lukas frowned and looked at his companion over his shoulder. The two always butted heads, but there were no better team when they first cooperated. The Norwegian scoffed and looked back up at the shining window as if he were waiting for something. “Of course not, everything was perfectly planned down to every last detail. Nothing could possibly go wrong.” He answered matter of factly.
The Dane chuckled as he flicked the last of his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. He could read Lukas like an open book, underneath that cool and collected exterior, he was sweating like a sinner in church. He always did when they used their secret trick. “Exactly, nothing could go wrong.” Mathias repeated as he crossed his arms over his chest, turning his gaze up at the same window. Seconds after he had muttered those words, gunfire could be heard from inside the club, followed by an orchestra of screaming women and cursing men. Berwald immediately turned the ignition, bringing the vehicle to life while Mathias pushed himself from the car and retrieved his gun from the inner pocket of his coat. “I hate to tell you pal.. but I think something went wrong.” He muttered as he walked up to Lukas, whom was now biting his lower lip. Suddenly, something came flying through the window they had both been staring at, smashing the glass in the process and landed right by their feet. A right high heeled shoe. The two Nordics looked down at it in shock before they returned their gaze up at the window, where a small shadow were making it's way down the drainpipe and on to the fire escape. The shadow was graceful and quick and made it down the tiny ladder where Lukas helped lift her down the last step by the waist.
Once standing in the dim light of the flickering streetlamp one could see that the shadow was no shadow at all, but a young lady. A young lady with shimmering ____ eyes, her fiery red hair fashionably styled and held back with a lovely white headpiece, wearing a beautiful white straight line dress that didn't leave much to the imagination, and missing her right shoe. This was the Nordics' secret little trick. This was ______. “What the hell went wrong?!” The Norwegian demanded to know as he grabbed the young woman by the shoulders. His face that was usually so cool and collected, was now clouded with worry as he searched her for any injuries or other damages. _____ frowned and opened her mouth to answer him, but as she did they could hear people shouting as they tried to unlock the back door. Mathias grabbed the young girl by the arm and dragged her to the car. “Explanations can wait, let's get moving.” Lukas and _____ rushed into the back of the car while Mathias took his place up front with Berwald. The Swede stepped on the gas and drove out of there as fast as the vehicle would go. The large back door to the club opened and a drunk blond man with rather thick eyebrows stumbled out with gun in hand. “You bloody wench! Poison me will you? You'll get nothing from me! Nothing!” He shouted angrily while pointing his gun at the car, but by then the Nordics were too far away and the angry Englishman was left standing there cursing loudly to himself.
Well on their way, the young girl let out a breath of release as she slumped her head back. Tino, whom sat next to her on her left side, looked at her with a worried expression. “Are you alright _____?” No one hurt you, did they?” he asked sweetly. _____ turned her head slightly towards him and a small smile spread across her berry coloured lips. “Of course not Tino.” she answered before she closed her eyes, not ready to answer any questions until they got to their safe house down at the pier. Mathias looked at her from the rear view mirror, she did look unharmed, tired, but unharmed. His eyes drifted over to looked at Lukas, whom sat next to her on the right side. He looked rather pissed, and he knew that the Norwegian would not let the young lady easily off the hook once they got to the pier.
And Oh how he hated it when he was right about those matters. As soon as Berwald had parked the car, Lukas went after____ with question after question. “What happened? What went wrong? Why didn't you call for help?” _____ stopped walking and quickly turned around to face the distraught Norwegian. “I did exactly what I was told. I sat by the bar and sipped my drink when Kirkland walked into the place and sat next to me. He didn't recognize me at all since I was wearing this.” she said as she ripped the red wig off her head and revealed her beautifully wavy _____ hair. “It didn't take me long to get him drunk off his ass and before he knew it, he had told me where the Axis would make the trade with the Vargas twins.” she explained before she turned on her one high heel and walked into the safe house. As she walked she continued to explain what she had experienced inside the club. “I took what I could of information and left for the ladies room, but one of Kirkland's boys saw their boss in such a terrible state, they thought I had drugged him and sounded the alarm.” She said calmly as she walked up the stairs that lead to the second floor, ruffling her hair slightly. “In the process of escaping I lost a shoe and, I ripped my stocking.” She said before lifting her dress to her mid thigh, revealing a large tear in her silk stocking. She also revealed a tiny hand gun neatly tucked into her garter. The boys, except Mathias who clearly enjoyed the view, coughed lightly and turned away at the very provoking sight that were before them. _____ let the dress fall back down before she crossed her arms over her chest. “So don't you dare yell at me for no reason Bondevik. I was never in danger, I had everything under control and I got what we were after.”
Lukas sighed and rubbed the back of his head, realizing he had indeed been yelling at her for no reason.. something he hated to do. “Now, if you fellas don't mind, I'm going to take a bath.” ____ stated before vanishing into the bathroom. The 5 gentlemen stood there a while in awkward silence after ____ had left, quite baffled by the way she gave Lukas a great talking to. However, the silence was broken by the head of the family's loud laughter as he removed his fedora and walked into the parlor, revealing his rather wild hairdo. “That was by far the greatest thing I've seen today! That, and _____'s amazingly well shaped legs. She nearly bit your head off!” He chuckled before flopping down on the couch, propping his long legs on the table. He took a deep breath as he leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “Now that we got the information we need, all we have to do is crash the little get together the Axis has arranged with the Allies. Should be easy enough.” He muttered before placing a new sig between his lips. The others nodded in agreement. They all knew that Arthur Kirkland was an awful drunk and he couldn't possibly have figured out _____ was their secret weapon and information collector.
Lukas looked up towards the second floor, he still felt bad about shouting at _____ before she could explain what went on inside the club. So he thought it would be best if he apologized to her. He had just taken the first step towards the stairs when Mathias turned his head and chuckled at him. “You're not going to the bathroom are you? Where our lovely _____ is in the middle of taking a hot soak?” He asked, again with a mocking tone in his voice. Lukas ignored Mathias' mockery and continued to venture up the stairs to the second floor. The floor boards creaked something awful, just like pretty much the rest of the house. It wasn't much of a house as it was more like a storage unit. It looked old and weary on the outside, but the Nordics had managed to make it their home and safe haven. And with _____'s womanly touch, it didn't look half bad. They had more than decent furniture, a wireless radio, long curtains and every comfort of a upperclass home. But for safety reasons they chose to live in a place where no one else would think to live. The fair haired Norwegian reached the bathroom door, from the inside he could hear sweet humming and ever so small splashing noises, he sighed heavily before he knocked on the door.
“Yes Lukas, what do you want?” Of course ____ knew it was him, she always knew. Lucas smiled ever so slightly before opening the door. The bathroom was by far the most extravagant room in the building, with peacock blue walls, ivory sink, pearl counter and of course, a antique crystal chandelier casting playful glimmers all over the room, satin curtains and of course the oh so glamorous ivory bathtub with beast legs in which ____ was sitting. It was just deep enough to cover her from the shoulders down, and of course the amount of bubbles helped cover her as well. The pearl counter was covered with all kinds of creams, exotic perfume bottles, cosmetics and everything a young lady could ever dream of. The male nordics hardly ever stepped foot inside the room, it reminded them of a different universe, a fantasy that beyond unreal.
Lukas stepped in and closed the door behind him, he turned on his heels and faced the closed door before he coughed ever so slightly. “I.. want to say that I'm sorry. I had no right to get so mad without hearing your side of the story.” he stated, feeling very pleased with himself indeed. Saying he was wrong took a great amount of courage from him, seeing as he was hardly ever wrong and hardly ever had to apologize for anything_____ cocked her head slightly to the side as a devious smile spread across her lips. “And uh, you had to come all the way up to the second floor, step into the bathroom...while I was taking a bath, to tell me that?” She asked rather teasingly with a small chuckle.
Lukas could feel the warmth spread from his toes and all the way up to the tip of his ears once he realized that he could actually have waited until she was done with her bath to tell her. Or at least told her from the other side of the door. He coughed once more and tried to remain calm and keep his seemingly calm composure. “Yes, well.. that was all I wanted to tell you. I'll just leave you too it then.” He said rather quickly before he hasted out of the bathroom. Once out in the hall, he clutched his chest and sighed deeply, the heat he felt within him didn't seem to want to let go and it was really bothering him to no end. He, of course, blamed the hot steam coming from the bathtub and never thought for a second it could be something else.