Arizona, 1945. Photo by Fritz Henle
The following is a play-report/micro-fiction I wrote for Karotechia prologue scenario Fin ran for us a while back. I think it might be overly long, but I'm generally pleased with it. Creative feedback would be appreciated. Without further ado, I present to you;
Death's Head in the High Desert
It is April 11, 1996. At an outpost in rural Guatemala, Werner Linz performs his regimen of morning stretches and calisthenics. Outside, he hears the movements of narcotraffickers and their ilk, shifting and stepping and shouting in unison. Drilled on the finer points of close-quarters-combat by one of his men in "ODESSA". They used this place to train some of the death squads on behalf of the Americans in the 80s. The Organization for Former Members of the SS. Really a catch all for numerous other organizations of Nazis who successfully fled and found positions for themselves in the Cold War. In reality, all of these networks have found themselves caught the in the web of something far more glorious and ambitious over the course of the last 30 years. He is one of the few who both know of and belongs to that august brotherhood. The Karotechia.
