Number 28

Thump…Thump…Thump…His footsteps thundered down the road, causing passers-by to stare in amazement, dogs to howl in backyards and alarmed old ladies to peer out of their bedroom windows wearing petrified looks on their faces.

His legs were as long as oak trees, his torso was as wide as a house and his fists were as heavy as tractors: this metallic monster meant serious business.

“Number 28 checking in. Over.” He spoke into the radio set, built in to his helmet.

His instructions crackled back through the earpiece. He knew what he had to do...

It was certain death for his target. the target was a general called Andreas Müller von zeichen, 

hidden underground -  the dark dull city had this general palace.