One part brave, three parts foolish

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Edward nodded as the orders were passed, he couldn't deny it or reject it, they would both end up dead, and he didn't have the rank required to change the plans. It was said, now it had to be done. McMillan did not look forward to this at all, What if they break him while he is imprisoned? What if he tells them that he isn't the informant they were looking for and he tells them we are friends...WHAT IF THEY BELIEVE HIM?! Edward got a sinking feeling all of a sudden, but he had to keep up appearances to get out of this predicament.

They walked out of the latrines and toward the back of the building, there wasn't a sole back there except Colly. Well this was blatantly obvious. Ed could tell Stephen knew it was coming as well. But Colly complied and went along with things, would have been better off if he had taken the gun and turned it on the Officer to get away, but the boy wouldn't stand a chance, not alone anyway, and the Wermacht guys looked shaken as it was, if anything got out of line they might just start shooting at anything. Maybe had they planned they could have beaten this thing, but it was too late. Hopefully the actual informant wouldn't come walking through the door, course if he or she did, they would probably just blend in or walk right back out seeing what was unfolding.

Then it went from bad it just down right mean. Ed was tasked with cuffing his oldest friend. You have got to be kidding me! but he knew there was no joke behind it, the lunger had to show his power and rank, and Ed had to comply. He reached up and snatched the cuffs with a quick and abrupt jerk and spun them into the palm of his hand. He just held them and looked down at them for a few moments before walking around the Officer to Colly's back, helping the boy stand up he grabbed one arm reluctantly and pulled it behind his back. Taking a deep breath, the emotions were getting to him, he was trying to hold them back but it was getting unbearable.

"You are being placed under arrest by oder of the Waffen SS for treason and spying. Come quietly and cooperate or we will force you to do so." He translated as his eyes began to burn, the tears hadn't come...yet, undoubtedly they would by the time they reached the vehicle. He grabbed Colly's remaining arm and pulled it to the small of his back, placing the restraints on his wrists and locking them in place. He kept a firm hold of Stephen's forearm, so long as he could help it the boy would not be man-handled, this was going to be as peaceful as it possibly could...if any.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

There was a strange atmosphere surrounding the young, frail boyish looking informant and the grisly, Irish Schutzstaffel man. Although, it should have placed some feeling of suspicion that there was more going on, Schneider dismissed it. Shrugging it off as some strange bond the two had developed whilst working together. It was not everyday you risked your skin to have a nice chat and cup of tea with a Waffen SS soldier, so there had to be some kind of mutual trust between the two. Sometimes, this would go too far and some would become way too attached. When the time came, they let emotions cloud their judgment masquerading such an oddly developed friendship with excuses and pleas. The Obersturmfuhrer glanced briefly with distaste, hoping such was not the case with McMillan.

"Halten Sie den Gefangenen in der Überprüfung, Sturmscharfuhrer. Lassen Sie uns diesen schrecklichen Kaffee bereits lassen." Schneider muttered, slowly shifting his hand down towards his holster. His nerves calmed and his gaze on McMillan became one of trust, realizing that the man was cooperating well. The Luger pistol found itself jammed back into it's military issued holster, but not sealed from the outside world. In case something went awry, Schneider could make quick use of the weapon. He tapped his hand against the holster slightly, a strange way for good luck. Leading the group of five men through the crowded cafe, he was soothed by the sound of casual conversation. The locals had all ignored the scene caused by the SS men, going back to their meals and conversations in hopes of being left alone. No one wished to disturb the menacing Waffen SS soldiers, eying them cautiously as they led their prisoner away.

The Obersturmfuhrer flung the door to the cafe open and departed into the summer evening. The night was young, but muggy with a slight mist hanging low. The heat seemed to be a pleasant goodbye to the summer, as the season faded into that of autumn. Schneider wiped some sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The Kubelwagen sat only a few steps away and he lead the group to the compact car, keeping his eyes on the prisoner briefly. Grasping the handle of the car door, he swung it open to allow McMillan to force the informant into the rear of the car. Once the bulky Sturmscharfuhrer had sat down beside his prisoner, Schneider slid the door shut. Taking a few steps forward, he neared the front of the vehicle. Worriedly, he glanced around the busy street in search for his driver who had wandered off into the night.

The worried man came rushing across the street in surprise, unaware that his Obersturmfuhrer would be back so soon. Schneider shrugged and grimaced, turning on his heel to face the two Wehrmacht soldiers still lingering by the entrance of the cafe. "Sie zwei können jetzt gehen. Gehen Sie zurück zu, was auch immer es Sie tat war. " he spat, watching the two soldiers vanish down the street. Pulling the door open, he climbed into the passenger seat of the Kubelwagen, listening to the hurried apologies of the driver. Shooting the man a look, he shut up quickly and focused on starting his precious vehicle. Schneider glanced towards the roof, which had been dragged back to allow the Kubelwagen to become an open roof jeep. Taking in the fresh air, he enjoyed it while he could. The engine hummed to life and the wheels started, the jeep lurching forward before taking off in full force.

Translations:

- "Keep the prisoner in check, Sturmscharfuhrer. Let us leave this dreadful cafe already."

- "You two may go now. Go back to whatever it was you were doing."

[Stephen Colly]

Oh Shit. Oh Shit. were the thoughts going through the boy’s head as he stood there, shaking slightly as Edward pulled his hands down into the handcuffs. Had he been plotting this all along? But Stephen had no information of use to the Nazis, he just did what he was told and got along with things, wishing and waiting for the war to end as soon as possible but now, here he was apparently being accused of “treason and spying” when he had done none of that…maybe treason yes, but not badly, he hadn’t wanted anyone to be hurt he had just wanted to see Edward again…

The scary looking officer-type man was now barking orders in German again, which Stephen still did not understand. The hand was lowered and Stephen opened his eyes, the other people in the café seemed to not notice anything, they seemed to not be bothered that four SS men were man-handling a 19 year old, obviously this sort of thing was usual for them.

The leader walked forwards, followed by the other four, Stephen stumbling slightly over his own feet, in slight shock, his brain not being able to tell his feet what to do or where to walk.

He was led out into the summer air, it was indeed becoming less summer like as the mist hung low. A car lay waiting, parked on the curb. The leader glanced at him briefly, the car down opened and hands were pushed onto his back, forcing him in, ever so gently however.

The door was shut and McMillan should have gotten in. Wild and frightened eyes turned to the Irish man. ”Ed…help me! I c-can’t...you c-can’t let this happen.” tears sprung to his eyes as he heard voices outside, and then the door of the car opened, a driver got in and then the leader. Both looking like they wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

Stephen eyed Edward for a few more seconds and then a shiver of cold went up his spine as he realised the roof was open and the air rushed into his face, it wasnt cold air, it just felt cold...to Stephen. He shivered slightly, casting his eyes to the ground, chewing his lip.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Edward was beginning to get choked up and he was glad that the Officer tasked him with the escort of Stephen, that way he didn't have to make a scene about making sure he did so. The Wermacht soldiers fell in line with him, one in front and one behind, the Lunger was leading the small parade out the front door. Outside the vehicle was waiting unattended, but it wasn't so bad as they weren't exactly going to be hopping right into it. The door was opened and Ed helped Colly into the back seat gently while the Officer dismissed the pair of lesser men and they walked off down the street. The driver was now in the front seat and seemed to be going on with apologies, Ed wasn't listening nor did he care. Colly was in a horrible spot and he blamed himself for it.

He opened the back door and paused for a moment, trying to calm his breathing. He pulled his shirt up to his face and wiped his eyes before the tears gained enough weight to carry them down his cheeks, his cheeks that were now beginning to tremble. He took another deep breath and coughed a bit turning to spit giving reason to his lingering outside the vehicle to not raise any suspicion. He slowly climbed in the back seat next to Stephen, but he couldn't look at him, it was his doing, his mistakes that had the boy's fate in a horrible position. Edward sat back and he felt his pistol press into his side. He could kill the Officer and the driver in a fraction of a second, take the vehicle and Colly back to safety and set him free. But he would have nowhere to go, he would be a hunted man by both the Axis and the Allies. It seems he had burned to many bridges in his quest for protection. There just weren't enough options to make this work for him. So many thoughts whirling inside his head, his emotions had been mixed to heavily into the recipe. Again his eyes started to well up and he needed an excuse before anyone noticed, of course Colly probably couldn't see, his vision was probably blurred beyond Edward's, he looked ahead and noticed a small pot hole, with any luck the driver would hit it and Ed could smack his own face into the back of the seat in front of him. Yeah, he would cause himself harm to save Colly, he'd cause a great many people physical harm.

[Daniel Brennan]

Question before I close this.
Is this planned out as a neutral-type thread and is it going to be a part of a big storyline? Or do I actually have to give JT... 115Cp.... !!

Please say it's the first one?


Neutral. The 115 big ones would go to me, being CO. Muahahah. But yeah, Colly should keep the money. But... if you insist... Lol.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

It was strictly neutral...or I'm pretty sure greedy little Erik would have just shot Colly as fast as he could to get the stuff/CP

-JT

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

OK, I'll close this now.
CP will be the same as a neutral thread, due to their being no hostile actions made.

CP:
Obersturmfuhrer Schneider: 16CP

Sturmscharfuhrer McMillan: 15CP

Corporal Colly: 14CP


~Dan