Post by Anton Maas on Jun 22, 2010 3:21:05 GMT
Country:Germany
Area/Setting: A section of Munich, deserted after a SA rampage
Current Time:2204
Weather Conditions: A quiet, cool night
In their uniforms as black of the night around them, two of the Allgemeine’s newest recruits roamed the streets. More like boys then men, they were only a pair in an army of hundreds, searching the city for the Sturmabteilung. Like an unwatched fire, it had once served to warm the hearts of the German people for change. But soon it became unwieldy and overbearing, starving for power and violence like a fire hungered for fuel and oxygen. And also similar to a fire, there was only one way to snuff out the SA out before it burned through the whole of the Third Reich.
“Ich denke, dass wir zur Gruppe zurückkehren sollten, gibt es kein einer sonst um hier“ ((I think we should return to the squad, there’s no one else around here.)) One of the pair suggested to the other when suddenly, a muffled bang echoed through the alleyways. His partner froze, and attempted to tell what it had been. A gunshot? A car backfiring? He was unsure.
"Sie können gehen, wenn Sie wollen” ((You can go, if you want.)) Gustav Messer finally answered after deciding that there would not be a second one. "Versuchen Sie und bringen Sie sie hier zurück. Ich werde sehen, wenn ich herausfinden kann, wo das von gekommen ist” ((Try and bring them back here. I am going to see if I can find out where that came from.)) And the two comrades went their separate ways into night.
Engulfed in silence and darkness, Gustav moved swiftly down the street, when again, the clang shot through the air. This time it was louder, a sign that Gustav was headed in the right direction. Now it was unlikely that it was a vehicle, and it seemed to hollow for a gunshot, although Gus was not an expert on the sound of bullets leaving a barrel. He had only ever heard them in the little rifle training he had, and similar practice with the wooden handled rod that, to be cautious, he was now removing from it’s holster.
A third bang allowed Messer to pinpoint it‘s source. With gun first, he charged into the shadowy trashed filled alleyway, but there were no targets. Just a broken door, swinging on a single remaining hinge, which was odd, was the air was as still as the rest of the city.
“Tsk tsk.” a voice from above startled Gustav, and found himself looking up at a middle-aged man in a brown uniform standing in the fire escape. “Ein junger Wolf ist vom Pack abgegangen, die Beute der Löwen zu werden,” ((A young wolf has strayed from the pack, to become the prey of the lions.)) the brown shirt mocked as he played with his nightstick before dropping into the empty shadows below him.
"Sie wissen, dass es die weiblichen Löwen ist, die das Jagen machen.” ((You know it’s the female lions that does the hunting)) Gustav returned the mockery as he aimed the Mauser towards the laughing face of the traitor. But this only proved to distract him from the brown shirt that emerged from the shadows, truncheon in hand, and slammed it into the back of Messer’s head.
“Meines meines meines, was ein großes Stück für ein Junge“ ((My my my, what a large piece for a boy.)) As he laid motionless on the cold street, Gustav listened to the SA leader comment on his Mauser C96. Only self control prevented him from suddenly leaping up and snatching his prized weapon from their greedy hands. Fortunately for the SS man, the brown shirt’s swing couldn’t smash a glass window, and aside from a small headache, it had caused no ill effects, especially not unconsciousness like the SA underling had wanted. For the moment, Messer bid his time, planning, listening, waiting for the time to strike.
Area/Setting: A section of Munich, deserted after a SA rampage
Current Time:2204
Weather Conditions: A quiet, cool night
In their uniforms as black of the night around them, two of the Allgemeine’s newest recruits roamed the streets. More like boys then men, they were only a pair in an army of hundreds, searching the city for the Sturmabteilung. Like an unwatched fire, it had once served to warm the hearts of the German people for change. But soon it became unwieldy and overbearing, starving for power and violence like a fire hungered for fuel and oxygen. And also similar to a fire, there was only one way to snuff out the SA out before it burned through the whole of the Third Reich.
“Ich denke, dass wir zur Gruppe zurückkehren sollten, gibt es kein einer sonst um hier“ ((I think we should return to the squad, there’s no one else around here.)) One of the pair suggested to the other when suddenly, a muffled bang echoed through the alleyways. His partner froze, and attempted to tell what it had been. A gunshot? A car backfiring? He was unsure.
"Sie können gehen, wenn Sie wollen” ((You can go, if you want.)) Gustav Messer finally answered after deciding that there would not be a second one. "Versuchen Sie und bringen Sie sie hier zurück. Ich werde sehen, wenn ich herausfinden kann, wo das von gekommen ist” ((Try and bring them back here. I am going to see if I can find out where that came from.)) And the two comrades went their separate ways into night.
Engulfed in silence and darkness, Gustav moved swiftly down the street, when again, the clang shot through the air. This time it was louder, a sign that Gustav was headed in the right direction. Now it was unlikely that it was a vehicle, and it seemed to hollow for a gunshot, although Gus was not an expert on the sound of bullets leaving a barrel. He had only ever heard them in the little rifle training he had, and similar practice with the wooden handled rod that, to be cautious, he was now removing from it’s holster.
A third bang allowed Messer to pinpoint it‘s source. With gun first, he charged into the shadowy trashed filled alleyway, but there were no targets. Just a broken door, swinging on a single remaining hinge, which was odd, was the air was as still as the rest of the city.
“Tsk tsk.” a voice from above startled Gustav, and found himself looking up at a middle-aged man in a brown uniform standing in the fire escape. “Ein junger Wolf ist vom Pack abgegangen, die Beute der Löwen zu werden,” ((A young wolf has strayed from the pack, to become the prey of the lions.)) the brown shirt mocked as he played with his nightstick before dropping into the empty shadows below him.
"Sie wissen, dass es die weiblichen Löwen ist, die das Jagen machen.” ((You know it’s the female lions that does the hunting)) Gustav returned the mockery as he aimed the Mauser towards the laughing face of the traitor. But this only proved to distract him from the brown shirt that emerged from the shadows, truncheon in hand, and slammed it into the back of Messer’s head.
“Meines meines meines, was ein großes Stück für ein Junge“ ((My my my, what a large piece for a boy.)) As he laid motionless on the cold street, Gustav listened to the SA leader comment on his Mauser C96. Only self control prevented him from suddenly leaping up and snatching his prized weapon from their greedy hands. Fortunately for the SS man, the brown shirt’s swing couldn’t smash a glass window, and aside from a small headache, it had caused no ill effects, especially not unconsciousness like the SA underling had wanted. For the moment, Messer bid his time, planning, listening, waiting for the time to strike.
