Magnus jumped and fell on the small explosive that was thrown in their direction. The grenade blew, ripping Magnus' body apart. Magnus, who was still relatively new to Administrative abilities, partially lost consciousness as the shrapnel ripped into his flesh.
When he stood up, still not being fully present in the head, the skin and chunks of his flesh that was handing and swaying off of him were pulled back up as pieces of metal were pushed out of his wound.
As he was healing himself, he was regaining his mental presence. As soon as he realized what was going on, Magnus just said to the other soldiers who had witnessed this, "What? Never seen someone heal before?"
The five soldiers who were watching him suddenlyh realized the predicament that they were in. They were under attack and theif diplomats were either being tortured or dead. As Magnus realized this too, he shot at the Deutsche soldiers using the truck doors as shields as he ran behind a building.
Magnus, firing a couple more rounds at the Deutsche men, booked it into the city. The sun wouldn't come up for another three or four hours, so he had the cover of darkness shielding him for a while.
Sneaking into the city, Magnus crept around the empty streets. There was no one in sight, and the large city was motionless as it prepared for an assault. Magnus, knowing the tanks wouldn't get to the city until the next day, decided that this was an essential mission, and snuck into the city as quitely as possible.
If he were lucky, there wouldn't be anyone in the city to guard it. But as soon as he wished for no one else to be in the city of Birlin, Magnus spotted a barricade made of wooden spikes. There were five soldiers patroling it.
The gun was going to attrawct unnecessary attention, so Magnus went with the shovel option. Realizing the potential of hand-to-hand combat in his condition of immortality, he put his gun on his back, held on by a strap, and gripped his shovel tight.
In an alley on the left side of the street, Magnus was hyping himself up for his assault on the barricade. Then he heard a "Pssh! Over here!" in Deutsche. Looking around, Magnus saw a feeble white haired Deutsche lady.
"Come here!", she whispered. "There is no barricade over here! You can go this way!"
Magnus followed her through the little alley way and peeked his head around the corner. She was right, there was nothing but empty street ahead.
Magnus was curious, so he asked her, "Why would you help me defeat your country?"
The little old lady answered, "Because, I hate this regime more than you could ever know. You know, I remember the days when we had a monarchy, and..."
Before she could continue her life story, Magnus thanked her and continued, creeping quietly down the dimly lit street lamp.
After another five minutes, Magnus spotted under a streetlamp a man wearing a trench coat. Approaching him, no longer skulking around, Magnus asked the man, in Deutsche, "Is there something I can do for you?"
The man did not respond. Magnus asked him again, "Sir, can I help you?"
Still no answer, Magnus came even closer.
As soon as Magnus was two feet away, the man pulled a revolver out from his coat, only revealing the arm holding the six-shooter.
Magnus felt that familiar pain of the projectiles entering his body, he stumbled. He bent over and supported himself on the brick house next to them on their left, and put his hankercheif up to his mouth, soaking up the blood that was steady drooling faster out of his gob.
The man in the beige trenchcoat past Magnus, but before he went past him, he rested a hand on his shoulder and said, without looking at him, "Watch your father closely. And you're welcome for the help with that camp.", and then continued down the way Magnus had come.
Magnus was taking longer than usual to heal himself, and was still struggling with the task when a patrolling soldier who heard some gunshots came to check out the situation. The Deutsche soldier whipped out his handgun and put 8 more holes into Magnus' body.
That was more than he could take. There was something awry with the 6 bullets from the stranger. Magnus lost consciousness. A combination of those weird bullets, having been exploded, and 8 more bullets put him out of commission.
Magnus was sent to his void with Amicus for the first time in a while.
"Why haven't I been coming here lately?", Magnus asked.
Amicus responded by saying, "You have been in survival mode. When an Administrator is in dire straits, they will go into said mode. It limits use of mental capacity and keeps time slept down. When you come here, there is a high chance of over-resting."
The explanation was good, as usual. Magnus felt himself being carted off somewhere. The Deutsche voices he heard echo through his mind were saying, "He's still alive! Take him to the prison!"
Unlike the last time his body was being moved while healing, Magnus did not freak out. Maybe this was to his advantage. A free trip to the Birlin prison would take him closer to the Deutsche command center.
Magnus, for the first time in a while, relaxed himself. He sensed the blood flowing through his body. Even though he wasn't seeing or feeling his own body, he still knew what was going on with it. It was an odd sensation to Magnus, receiving stimuli from two places, the one in the void overpowering the one from his body.
Magnus was ready to overthrow the commanding officers of Deutschland. Then a thought flashed through his mind.
"The Diplomats!", he thought. This sudden realization gave him quite the shock, forcing a spasm throughout his body, making the Deutsche men drop it.
Magnus knew what he need to do. He needed to destroy the command center, or town hall, and recover the diplomats if they were alive. With this goal set, Magnus relaxed deeper, trying to rest his mind before he had to fight the uphill battle through Birlin.