Post by Otto Wolff on Jun 2, 2009 18:49:27 GMT
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Name: Otto Wolff
Nationality: German
Rank: Kriminalkommissar
Character History:
Otto Wolff was born in Stockholm, Sweden in the November of 1890 to Hendrik and Sofia Wolff. Hendrik was a well-respected man in the community, taking care of a successful apothecary in the city and Sofia was content on just taking care of the household. The family was well off financially and Hendrik could even hire a few helpers into his store. Five year after Otto's birth his sister Anneke was born. Both of the children had dark hair and blue eyes and were brought up in a strict manner by their father. The Wolff-family had a military background that reached back to distant wars, the family originating from Germany. Otto's mother had also come from Germany, but had lived in Sweden for 13 years before meeting her husband. This was mainly the reason why Hendrik and Sofia had eventually ended up together and Hendrik would have not even thought of marrying someone who was not of German origins.
Otto and Anneke were both very calm and quiet children, the reason for this being most likely their very harsh father. Anneke was also scared of her husband, so she stayed humble and just went along with whatever Hendrik did or said. Neither one of the children was spared from the violent hand of their father and the harsh discipline made both of them careful even in school. In 1901 Hendrik received a tempting job offer from Germany and he sold his apothecary, took along his family and moved to München to start a bigger business, although he still stayed in the field of medicine.
Otto's most influential time was thus spent in München, where things never seemed to cease from happening. He studied hard and in his free time practiced boxing. He became quite adept both in school and at sports, making even his demanding father proud of his son. A remainder from his boxing days was a broken nose that never quite healed right, leaving Otto with a slightly crooked nose. Otto started studying to become a pharmaceutist as per the wishes of his father, although he had never found the field very interesting.
In 1914 times were difficult for the people of Münich and both young Otto and his father took part in the war. Otto's mother and sister stayed behind in Münich and fell victim to the French bombing in 1916. Otto was dismayed after hearing the news and it made him just concentrate on his task even harder. He was lucky enough to survive the war with only some scars and after the war ended, he returned to Münich along with his father. He discovered that his father had become and even more violent and resentful man, so he was happy to travel to Cambridge quite soon after the war. There he continued his studies, but his thoughts were elsewhere, he was not interested in becoming a pharmaceutist.
He did still finish his studies and spent some time in England after that before returning to Münich in 1920. He had grown to be a very tall and quite an intimidating man and found that his father had in turn become a weak and pitiful alcoholic, a mere shell of his former self. It was only now that Otto found the courage to defy his father and pursue another career. He had always been interested in the field of law enforcement and so abandoned his years of studying to become a police officer. In 1921 he married a woman called Ilsa and soon after that in 1922 they had a son.
Interesting times surrounded the city of Münich and Otto become somewhat involved in politics. Apparently a man named Hitler was becoming something of a name in Germany and Otto found his ideas quite fascinating. Joining the National Socialist German Workers’ Party in 1925 and pursuing his career in Kriminalpolizei in Münich provided Otto with plenty of things to occupy his time.
Otto become known as a ruthless and cold man. Maybe it was how he had been brought up, maybe it was because of what he had seen during the war, it was hard to say. Many of the locals learned to watch their step when Otto was around and he made a name for himself as a fanatical national socialist. Like Otto's father had done, he made his wife and son fear him and had a quick hand for punishment. Meddling with alcohol at times, Otto was an unforgiving and cruel man. Otto's marriage lasted until 1932 until the life in their household became too difficult for Ilsa to handle. They divorced but even after that Otto was in contact with his son and continued to support both his son and ex-wife financially.
When the Geheime Staatspolizei was formed in 1933, Otto did not wait around. He was more than happy to witness the growth of national socialist power and quickly joined the ranks of the Gestapo. He continued working as an officer of the Gestapo and was well known for his quick wit and cold conduct when it came to enemies of the Reich. During a job assignment to Berlin he met a lovely young woman called Zelda, a passing Character History:
Otto Wolff was born in Stockholm, Sweden in the November of 1890 to Hendrik and Sofia Wolff. Hendrik was a well-respected man in the community, taking care of a successful apothecary in the city and Sofia was content on just taking care of the household. The family was well off financially and Hendrik could even hire a few helpers into his store. Five year after Otto's birth his sister Anneke was born. Both of the children had dark hair and blue eyes and were brought up in a strict manner by their father. The Wolff-family had a military background that reached back to distant wars, the family originating from Germany. Otto's mother had also come from Germany, but had lived in Sweden for 13 years before meeting her husband. This was mainly the reason why Hendrik and Sofia had eventually ended up together and Hendrik would have not even thought of marrying someone who was not of German origins.
Otto and Anneke were both very calm and quiet children, the reason for this being most likely their very harsh father. Anneke was also scared of her husband, so she stayed humble and just went along with whatever Hendrik did or said. Neither one of the children was spared from the violent hand of their father and the harsh discipline made both of them careful even in school. In 1901 Hendrik received a tempting job offer from Germany and he sold his apothecary, took along his family and moved to München to start a bigger business, although he still stayed in the field of medicine.
Otto's most influential time was thus spent in München, where things never seemed to cease from happening. He studied hard and in his free time practiced boxing. He became quite adept both in school and at sports, making even his demanding father proud of his son. A remainder from his boxing days was a broken nose that never quite healed right, leaving Otto with a slightly crooked nose. Otto started studying to become a pharmaceutist as per the wishes of his father, although he had never found the field very interesting.
In 1914 times were difficult for the people of Münich and both young Otto and his father took part in the war. Otto's mother and sister stayed behind in Münich and fell victim to the French bombing in 1916. Otto was dismayed after hearing the news and it made him just concentrate on his task even harder. He was lucky enough to survive the war with only some scars and after the war ended, he returned to Münich along with his father. He discovered that his father had become and even more violent and resentful man, so he was happy to travel to Cambridge quite soon after the war. There he continued his studies, but his thoughts were elsewhere, he was not interested in becoming a pharmaceutist.
He did finish his studies and spent some time in England after that before returning to Münich in 1920. He had grown to be a very tall and quite an intimidating man and found that his father had in turn turned into a weak and pitiful alcoholic. It was only now that Otto found the courage to defy his father and pursue another career. He had always been interested in the field of law enforcement and so abandoned his years of studying to become a police officer. In 1921 he married a woman called Ilsa and soon after that in 1922 they had a son.
Interesting times surrounded the city of Münich and Otto become somewhat involved in politics. Apparently a man named Hitler was becoming something of a name in Germany and Otto found his ideas quite fascinating. Joining the National Socialist German Workers’ Party in 1925 and pursuing his career in Kriminalpolizei in Münich provided Otto with plenty of things to occupy his time.
Otto become known as a ruthless and cold man. Maybe it was how he had been brought up, maybe it was because of what he had seen during the war, it was hard to say. Many of the locals learned to watch their step when Otto was around and he made a name for himself as a fanatical national socialist. Like Otto's father had done, he made his wife and son fear him and had a quick hand for punishment. Meddling with alcohol at times, Otto was an unforgiving and cruel man. Otto's marriage lasted until 1932 until the life in their household became too difficult for Ilsa to handle. They divorced but even after that Otto was in contact with his son and continued to support both his son and ex-wife financially.
When the Geheime Staatspolizei was formed in 1933, Otto did not wait around. He was more than happy to witness the growth of national socialist power and quickly joined the ranks of the Gestapo. He continued working as an officer of the Gestapo and was well known for his quick wit and cold conduct when it came to enemies of the Reich. During a job assignment to Berlin he met a lovely young woman called Zelda, a passing acquaintance he had made during his brief stay in London. Otto had always had an eye for pretty ladies and maybe assisted with his wealth and status, they were soon married. They were certainly not a likely pair, since Otto was almost twice as old as his new wife. Zelda stayed in Berlin because of her work as an actress, while Otto had to continue his own work in Münich. One year after that Otto filed for a transfer to Berlin and bought an apartment there, continuing his diligent work for the proud Reich in the heart of Germany.
he had made during his brief stay in London. Otto had always had an eye for pretty ladies and maybe assisted with his wealth and status, they were soon married. They were certainly not a likely pair, since Otto was almost twice as old as his new wife. Zelda stayed in Berlin because of her work as an actress, while Otto had to continue his own work in Münich. One year after that Otto filed for a transfer to Berlin and bought an apartment there, continuing his diligent work for the proud Reich in the heart of Germany.
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Writing Sample: (Sorry, taking a bit of creative liberty with this one, hope you don't mind!)
The cold winter night of München seemed to penetrate even the thickest clothes, so Otto Wolff made sure to keep moving at a brisk pace. There was not much snow on the streets, but the air was bone-chillingly cold and Otto's breathing created white clouds in the air. Otto was a tall man with dark, thinning hair and determined blue eyes. He looked to be a little over his fifties and he had made sure to maintain a somewhat athletic build. Sure, he had grown a bit of a belly over years, but he tried to keep himself trim. You never knew what might happen and should something surprising ever come up, a well-maintained physique could only help. Otto was wearing a long coat, a pair of leather gloves and a grey short brimmed hat that made him look like any respectable businessman. His black shoes clicked on the icy stone paving and his step was determined, he knew exactly where he was headed to.
As he came around the corner, he slowed down his pace and stopped to glance at his watch. He was on schedule, he knew they were never late. He enjoyed seeing things operating like clockwork and it was even more enjoyable when he knew he had his hand in the business. Otto thought it was a beautiful system, like a well-oiled machine that was tuned to perfection. Otto had always been careful when it came to detail and even the slightest mishap could be enough to irritate him. He wasn't prone to blind fits of anger but that did not mean that his anger was not dangerous. His son and wife had learned the fact first-hand. In his anger Otto could just regard his loved ones coldly and then snap a well-aimed strike at them right out of the blue. He appreciated self-control and preciseness and would not easily overlook errors made by other people. Maybe that was also the reason why Otto was here now. He wanted to see how his unit worked without them knowing that they were still under his vigilant watch.
There were still a few people on the streets and Otto settled standing at the corner of an old, regal-looking building. He stomped his feet slightly to bring some warmth into his toes and glanced towards the street. The sound of a motor engine could already be heard from a distance. The sound kept bouncing on the walls of the buildings, making it seem as if a whole army of cars was speeding along the streets.
He didn't have to wait for long as three black cars veered into view around a corner and all of them came to a sudden stop in front of the old building. Otto could only barely make out the markings on the doors of the cars in the faint light. The word "Polizei" was written under the symbol of an eagle holding a swastika in it's claws. It made Otto smile to himself and he watched with fascination as men poured out of the cars. Otto could hear someone giving orders to the men. Good old Brenner, always being the faithful hound dog of the Gestapo. If there was one man that Otto truly trusted in München, that man was Heinz Brenner.
Despite his warm clothing the cold was getting into him and he cupped his gloved hands in front of his face, blowing warm air into them. The men climbed up the old stony stairs of the house and rammed the worn wooden door open. Otto waited patiently and soon heard some commotion from inside the building. A woman was yelling something hysterically and a man answered him, it was impossible to make out any words. An older man was soon shoved outside and he stumbled in the stairs. The only reason he did not fall was the pure fact that a young police officer was holding his arm tightly, the man's hands were cuffed behind his back.
"Was machen Sie? Er hat nichts getan! Nichts!", a woman's shrill voice was heard and soon she also appeared outside. She was an elderly woman and it seemed as if she had been woken up from her bed. She was wearing a night-gown and a pair of slippers. The man who was currently being shoved inside a car was no better off. Two other men were brought outside without their winter clothes. Actually Otto wasn't even sure if they had been given enough time to even put on some shoes, the Gestapo liked to work at a brisk pace. For some reason the thought made him slightly amused and Otto nodded to himself, looking pleased like a predator that was sure of catching it's prey.
Lights were lit in the windows as the locals curiously tried to observe what was happening outside. The old woman kept pleading for the police to release his husband and Otto could see Brenner, a sturdy younger man, stepping in to set the woman straight. Apparently he said something very effective as the woman soon took a few steps back and stayed quietly on the stairs, wrapping arms around herself to keep warm. The arrested men were shoved inside the cars quickly and efficiently. When the police officers turned their gaze back upon the house, Otto could see the lights in the windows quickly vanishing. Nobody wanted to make themselves stand out from others when the Gestapo around. That was most likely a smart thing to do, Otto mused.
Brenner gave a few quick instructions to the men and climbed inside the police car. The officers were gone as quickly as they had appeared, along with the unfortunate (but to Otto absolutely and unquestionable guilty) men who had been wrestled up from their beds at this ungodly hour. As the cars rumbled off back to where they had come from, the streets fell eerily silent yet again. The only sound Otto could hear was the old woman weeping on the stairs and a dog barking lazily somewhere further away. Otto placed a finger on the sleeve of his coat and moved the fabric away to glance at his watch again. It had taken no more than eight minutes, very good. Tomorrow morning he would tell Brenner how pleased he was with his actions and how he could see a promotion coming his way quite soon.
With the last glance towards the pitiful, bawling old woman, Otto turned around and started back towards his home, a warm and pleasant feeling of contentment filling him as he thought of another job well done.
Translations:
"Was machen Sie? Er hat nichts getan! Nichts!"
"What are you doing? He has done nothing! Nothing!"
Name: Otto Wolff
Nationality: German
Rank: Kriminalkommissar
Character History:
Otto Wolff was born in Stockholm, Sweden in the November of 1890 to Hendrik and Sofia Wolff. Hendrik was a well-respected man in the community, taking care of a successful apothecary in the city and Sofia was content on just taking care of the household. The family was well off financially and Hendrik could even hire a few helpers into his store. Five year after Otto's birth his sister Anneke was born. Both of the children had dark hair and blue eyes and were brought up in a strict manner by their father. The Wolff-family had a military background that reached back to distant wars, the family originating from Germany. Otto's mother had also come from Germany, but had lived in Sweden for 13 years before meeting her husband. This was mainly the reason why Hendrik and Sofia had eventually ended up together and Hendrik would have not even thought of marrying someone who was not of German origins.
Otto and Anneke were both very calm and quiet children, the reason for this being most likely their very harsh father. Anneke was also scared of her husband, so she stayed humble and just went along with whatever Hendrik did or said. Neither one of the children was spared from the violent hand of their father and the harsh discipline made both of them careful even in school. In 1901 Hendrik received a tempting job offer from Germany and he sold his apothecary, took along his family and moved to München to start a bigger business, although he still stayed in the field of medicine.
Otto's most influential time was thus spent in München, where things never seemed to cease from happening. He studied hard and in his free time practiced boxing. He became quite adept both in school and at sports, making even his demanding father proud of his son. A remainder from his boxing days was a broken nose that never quite healed right, leaving Otto with a slightly crooked nose. Otto started studying to become a pharmaceutist as per the wishes of his father, although he had never found the field very interesting.
In 1914 times were difficult for the people of Münich and both young Otto and his father took part in the war. Otto's mother and sister stayed behind in Münich and fell victim to the French bombing in 1916. Otto was dismayed after hearing the news and it made him just concentrate on his task even harder. He was lucky enough to survive the war with only some scars and after the war ended, he returned to Münich along with his father. He discovered that his father had become and even more violent and resentful man, so he was happy to travel to Cambridge quite soon after the war. There he continued his studies, but his thoughts were elsewhere, he was not interested in becoming a pharmaceutist.
He did still finish his studies and spent some time in England after that before returning to Münich in 1920. He had grown to be a very tall and quite an intimidating man and found that his father had in turn become a weak and pitiful alcoholic, a mere shell of his former self. It was only now that Otto found the courage to defy his father and pursue another career. He had always been interested in the field of law enforcement and so abandoned his years of studying to become a police officer. In 1921 he married a woman called Ilsa and soon after that in 1922 they had a son.
Interesting times surrounded the city of Münich and Otto become somewhat involved in politics. Apparently a man named Hitler was becoming something of a name in Germany and Otto found his ideas quite fascinating. Joining the National Socialist German Workers’ Party in 1925 and pursuing his career in Kriminalpolizei in Münich provided Otto with plenty of things to occupy his time.
Otto become known as a ruthless and cold man. Maybe it was how he had been brought up, maybe it was because of what he had seen during the war, it was hard to say. Many of the locals learned to watch their step when Otto was around and he made a name for himself as a fanatical national socialist. Like Otto's father had done, he made his wife and son fear him and had a quick hand for punishment. Meddling with alcohol at times, Otto was an unforgiving and cruel man. Otto's marriage lasted until 1932 until the life in their household became too difficult for Ilsa to handle. They divorced but even after that Otto was in contact with his son and continued to support both his son and ex-wife financially.
When the Geheime Staatspolizei was formed in 1933, Otto did not wait around. He was more than happy to witness the growth of national socialist power and quickly joined the ranks of the Gestapo. He continued working as an officer of the Gestapo and was well known for his quick wit and cold conduct when it came to enemies of the Reich. During a job assignment to Berlin he met a lovely young woman called Zelda, a passing Character History:
Otto Wolff was born in Stockholm, Sweden in the November of 1890 to Hendrik and Sofia Wolff. Hendrik was a well-respected man in the community, taking care of a successful apothecary in the city and Sofia was content on just taking care of the household. The family was well off financially and Hendrik could even hire a few helpers into his store. Five year after Otto's birth his sister Anneke was born. Both of the children had dark hair and blue eyes and were brought up in a strict manner by their father. The Wolff-family had a military background that reached back to distant wars, the family originating from Germany. Otto's mother had also come from Germany, but had lived in Sweden for 13 years before meeting her husband. This was mainly the reason why Hendrik and Sofia had eventually ended up together and Hendrik would have not even thought of marrying someone who was not of German origins.
Otto and Anneke were both very calm and quiet children, the reason for this being most likely their very harsh father. Anneke was also scared of her husband, so she stayed humble and just went along with whatever Hendrik did or said. Neither one of the children was spared from the violent hand of their father and the harsh discipline made both of them careful even in school. In 1901 Hendrik received a tempting job offer from Germany and he sold his apothecary, took along his family and moved to München to start a bigger business, although he still stayed in the field of medicine.
Otto's most influential time was thus spent in München, where things never seemed to cease from happening. He studied hard and in his free time practiced boxing. He became quite adept both in school and at sports, making even his demanding father proud of his son. A remainder from his boxing days was a broken nose that never quite healed right, leaving Otto with a slightly crooked nose. Otto started studying to become a pharmaceutist as per the wishes of his father, although he had never found the field very interesting.
In 1914 times were difficult for the people of Münich and both young Otto and his father took part in the war. Otto's mother and sister stayed behind in Münich and fell victim to the French bombing in 1916. Otto was dismayed after hearing the news and it made him just concentrate on his task even harder. He was lucky enough to survive the war with only some scars and after the war ended, he returned to Münich along with his father. He discovered that his father had become and even more violent and resentful man, so he was happy to travel to Cambridge quite soon after the war. There he continued his studies, but his thoughts were elsewhere, he was not interested in becoming a pharmaceutist.
He did finish his studies and spent some time in England after that before returning to Münich in 1920. He had grown to be a very tall and quite an intimidating man and found that his father had in turn turned into a weak and pitiful alcoholic. It was only now that Otto found the courage to defy his father and pursue another career. He had always been interested in the field of law enforcement and so abandoned his years of studying to become a police officer. In 1921 he married a woman called Ilsa and soon after that in 1922 they had a son.
Interesting times surrounded the city of Münich and Otto become somewhat involved in politics. Apparently a man named Hitler was becoming something of a name in Germany and Otto found his ideas quite fascinating. Joining the National Socialist German Workers’ Party in 1925 and pursuing his career in Kriminalpolizei in Münich provided Otto with plenty of things to occupy his time.
Otto become known as a ruthless and cold man. Maybe it was how he had been brought up, maybe it was because of what he had seen during the war, it was hard to say. Many of the locals learned to watch their step when Otto was around and he made a name for himself as a fanatical national socialist. Like Otto's father had done, he made his wife and son fear him and had a quick hand for punishment. Meddling with alcohol at times, Otto was an unforgiving and cruel man. Otto's marriage lasted until 1932 until the life in their household became too difficult for Ilsa to handle. They divorced but even after that Otto was in contact with his son and continued to support both his son and ex-wife financially.
When the Geheime Staatspolizei was formed in 1933, Otto did not wait around. He was more than happy to witness the growth of national socialist power and quickly joined the ranks of the Gestapo. He continued working as an officer of the Gestapo and was well known for his quick wit and cold conduct when it came to enemies of the Reich. During a job assignment to Berlin he met a lovely young woman called Zelda, a passing acquaintance he had made during his brief stay in London. Otto had always had an eye for pretty ladies and maybe assisted with his wealth and status, they were soon married. They were certainly not a likely pair, since Otto was almost twice as old as his new wife. Zelda stayed in Berlin because of her work as an actress, while Otto had to continue his own work in Münich. One year after that Otto filed for a transfer to Berlin and bought an apartment there, continuing his diligent work for the proud Reich in the heart of Germany.
he had made during his brief stay in London. Otto had always had an eye for pretty ladies and maybe assisted with his wealth and status, they were soon married. They were certainly not a likely pair, since Otto was almost twice as old as his new wife. Zelda stayed in Berlin because of her work as an actress, while Otto had to continue his own work in Münich. One year after that Otto filed for a transfer to Berlin and bought an apartment there, continuing his diligent work for the proud Reich in the heart of Germany.
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Writing Sample: (Sorry, taking a bit of creative liberty with this one, hope you don't mind!)
The cold winter night of München seemed to penetrate even the thickest clothes, so Otto Wolff made sure to keep moving at a brisk pace. There was not much snow on the streets, but the air was bone-chillingly cold and Otto's breathing created white clouds in the air. Otto was a tall man with dark, thinning hair and determined blue eyes. He looked to be a little over his fifties and he had made sure to maintain a somewhat athletic build. Sure, he had grown a bit of a belly over years, but he tried to keep himself trim. You never knew what might happen and should something surprising ever come up, a well-maintained physique could only help. Otto was wearing a long coat, a pair of leather gloves and a grey short brimmed hat that made him look like any respectable businessman. His black shoes clicked on the icy stone paving and his step was determined, he knew exactly where he was headed to.
As he came around the corner, he slowed down his pace and stopped to glance at his watch. He was on schedule, he knew they were never late. He enjoyed seeing things operating like clockwork and it was even more enjoyable when he knew he had his hand in the business. Otto thought it was a beautiful system, like a well-oiled machine that was tuned to perfection. Otto had always been careful when it came to detail and even the slightest mishap could be enough to irritate him. He wasn't prone to blind fits of anger but that did not mean that his anger was not dangerous. His son and wife had learned the fact first-hand. In his anger Otto could just regard his loved ones coldly and then snap a well-aimed strike at them right out of the blue. He appreciated self-control and preciseness and would not easily overlook errors made by other people. Maybe that was also the reason why Otto was here now. He wanted to see how his unit worked without them knowing that they were still under his vigilant watch.
There were still a few people on the streets and Otto settled standing at the corner of an old, regal-looking building. He stomped his feet slightly to bring some warmth into his toes and glanced towards the street. The sound of a motor engine could already be heard from a distance. The sound kept bouncing on the walls of the buildings, making it seem as if a whole army of cars was speeding along the streets.
He didn't have to wait for long as three black cars veered into view around a corner and all of them came to a sudden stop in front of the old building. Otto could only barely make out the markings on the doors of the cars in the faint light. The word "Polizei" was written under the symbol of an eagle holding a swastika in it's claws. It made Otto smile to himself and he watched with fascination as men poured out of the cars. Otto could hear someone giving orders to the men. Good old Brenner, always being the faithful hound dog of the Gestapo. If there was one man that Otto truly trusted in München, that man was Heinz Brenner.
Despite his warm clothing the cold was getting into him and he cupped his gloved hands in front of his face, blowing warm air into them. The men climbed up the old stony stairs of the house and rammed the worn wooden door open. Otto waited patiently and soon heard some commotion from inside the building. A woman was yelling something hysterically and a man answered him, it was impossible to make out any words. An older man was soon shoved outside and he stumbled in the stairs. The only reason he did not fall was the pure fact that a young police officer was holding his arm tightly, the man's hands were cuffed behind his back.
"Was machen Sie? Er hat nichts getan! Nichts!", a woman's shrill voice was heard and soon she also appeared outside. She was an elderly woman and it seemed as if she had been woken up from her bed. She was wearing a night-gown and a pair of slippers. The man who was currently being shoved inside a car was no better off. Two other men were brought outside without their winter clothes. Actually Otto wasn't even sure if they had been given enough time to even put on some shoes, the Gestapo liked to work at a brisk pace. For some reason the thought made him slightly amused and Otto nodded to himself, looking pleased like a predator that was sure of catching it's prey.
Lights were lit in the windows as the locals curiously tried to observe what was happening outside. The old woman kept pleading for the police to release his husband and Otto could see Brenner, a sturdy younger man, stepping in to set the woman straight. Apparently he said something very effective as the woman soon took a few steps back and stayed quietly on the stairs, wrapping arms around herself to keep warm. The arrested men were shoved inside the cars quickly and efficiently. When the police officers turned their gaze back upon the house, Otto could see the lights in the windows quickly vanishing. Nobody wanted to make themselves stand out from others when the Gestapo around. That was most likely a smart thing to do, Otto mused.
Brenner gave a few quick instructions to the men and climbed inside the police car. The officers were gone as quickly as they had appeared, along with the unfortunate (but to Otto absolutely and unquestionable guilty) men who had been wrestled up from their beds at this ungodly hour. As the cars rumbled off back to where they had come from, the streets fell eerily silent yet again. The only sound Otto could hear was the old woman weeping on the stairs and a dog barking lazily somewhere further away. Otto placed a finger on the sleeve of his coat and moved the fabric away to glance at his watch again. It had taken no more than eight minutes, very good. Tomorrow morning he would tell Brenner how pleased he was with his actions and how he could see a promotion coming his way quite soon.
With the last glance towards the pitiful, bawling old woman, Otto turned around and started back towards his home, a warm and pleasant feeling of contentment filling him as he thought of another job well done.
Translations:
"Was machen Sie? Er hat nichts getan! Nichts!"
"What are you doing? He has done nothing! Nothing!"
Next time I will be less drunk when I post.. maybe.
