Hitler Skull. The directions SS Fanatic had sent Frank were very clear, as he came off the main road, he found himself driving through rough narrow county lanes, which turned, into indiscriminate dirt tracks, and still he drove on. Eventually Frank came to his destination and was instantly disappointed. Frank was expecting some kind of army barracks complete with Rottweilers pulling at their leashes, hungry for blood. As it was, he found himself gawking at a thatched roof cottage, complete with roses round the door. He was about to get back in his van when the door opened. A very tall thin man stood in the dimly lit entrance, his pale face seemed to float in midair. The man stepped out of the doorway, into the daylight, offering his hand, 'Frank, I presume?'
