Urgent Meeting - (Dan, Nathan and Liam)

[Stephen Colly]

Daniel Brennan and Nathan Whyte, he needed to see those two men now…now, he needed to…he had to…not wanted to but had to…it was one of the most important things in his life…also Liam Brentwood…he needed to see him as well, he needed to see both of them, all of them…

He had just arrived back from France less than a week ago but had only just been discharged from the hospital that morning, it was now 11:15am…he had spoken to Daniel and Nathan and had asked them to meet him at Liam Brentwood’s office at half past 11, he had something very important to tell them, VERY important and a thing that might change their lives…if they believed him which he was frightened that most likely they would not and the whole meeting would fall on death ears...

He walked along the corridor, it was the officer’s mess, and the place where all the important people of the army lived…where Edward had lived…Edward was the topic of this meeting. Stephen had just arrived back from France after stumbling across Edward in a barn, this had shocked Stephen…he was meant to be dead…Edward McMillan had been classed as dead or “Missing in action”.

Finally he arrived at the door, “Captain L. J. Brentwood.” the letters were printed in big black print, standing out for everyone to see. Stephen glanced around, Nathan and Daniel had not arrived yet…they, alongside Liam and himself had been very close to Ed, so had Rhys Bevan but Rhys was dead…killed by a William Luther rumour had it…maybe Ed had known him…

He took a deep breath and stepped up to the door, praying that Liam was there; he knocked smartly on the door and waited for a reply…hoping, watching the door intently. His diary was in his pocket and he had ripped out the part that Ed had written, it was the only solid evidence he had and he prayed that they would believe him and not think he was loony…

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel walked hurriedly along the hallway in the Officers Mess building. He wasn’t supposed to be there for about another ten minutes, but Stephens message had intrigued him greatly. What was it that Daniel was needed for in Liam Brentwood’s office? The way Colly had put it; it seemed to be very urgent. He sped up his pace; his curiosity eating into him.

His Master Sergeant insignia shined in the reflection from a window and Daniel felt proud of himself. Obviously he had done something to please Captain Patterson. When he had first met Stephen Colly, he had been a mere Corporal. He smiled to himself as he remembered how young and foolish he had been back then. He hadn’t been particularly well liked, but he had made some friends that had stuck; Stephen Colly being one of them.

He turned a corner and there was the door to Brentwood’s office, with a lone figure standing in front of it. Daniel grimaced inwardly as he remembered the last time himself and Brentwood had met. Brentwood had gotten a small bit angry with Daniel for no apparent reason and Daniel was slightly nervous going to a meeting in his office. He hoped that the Captain had forgotten his grudge towards him…

He stepped up to Colly and gave him a nod. ”How you doing?” he said friendlily, but Stephen seemed to have a very serious look on his face. This just left Daniel feeling even more intrigued and he was itching for Stephen to tell him why he was wanted. ”So…” he said quietly. ”Are we waiting for any more people?” he questioned Stephen. ”And is Brentwood in there?” he said, indicating the door with a thumb.

[Nathan Whyte]

The jeep door slammed behind Nathan as he climbed out, wiping a small piece of lint off of his Air Force Jacket. He didn't know why he was here, but Colly had sounded desperate and being called to see Brentwood, one of the most reputed Officers in the Allied military couldn't be good. Perhaps, he had thought as he pulled his spare uniform from his room in the barracks, his best one he saved for special occasions, perhaps I'd best make an effort here if I want to keep my head.

He pushed open the large doors, and pulled a salute as two Officers just barged past. They barely looked up at him from their conversation as they walked past, and Nathan had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He looked around, slightly confused before choosing one path, safe in the knowledge that it was probably wrong. He didn't want to appear dithering as his mind replayed the last tiem he had met Brentwood. Suffice to say, the Captain hadn't been in the best of moods that day, the funeral of Edward McMillan.

Nathan swallowed involuntarily at the thought, but this turned in to a smile as his luck ran true and spotted Private Colly and Staff Sergeant, correction, Master Sergeant Brennan. Great, the bugger outranked him now, but hopefully he didn't know that. He doubted it, though. Coughing slightly, Nathan spoke. "Hey guys. Anybody else, and what's all this about, you sounded pretty cut up, Stephen." He smiled encourigingly as he looked around, feeling a bit conspicuous realising they were the only NCO's in sight.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

Placing an empty glass upon the smooth surface of his dark oak-wooden desk, Captain Brentwood clasped a bottle of whisky between the moist sweaty fingertips of his left hand and poured the pungent smelling Scottish whisky into the empty confines of the glass slowly; It’d been a long day so far and the paperwork filed into a neat stack upon his desk dauntingly cascaded a long shadow across his work surface. Thankfully, it was all completed pieces of documents, ranging from reports, personnel files and the odd filed complaint to deal with. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing quite spectacular and certainly nothing to worry about in his mind.

Thumping the bottle of whisky against the grain of his dark wooden desk, the Captain let out a winded sigh and reached for the glass of whisky, whilst his body collapsed back into the worn leather chair; Moulded to the shape of his body almost. Taking a long sip from his glass of whisky, Liam made the effort to shake back his left sleeve and note to the time to himself, making a quick piece of mental arithmetic to calculate how long he was left on duty. He was quite bored to say the least, but his morning had been quite busily paced, so the welcoming silence of a few voices in the courtyard and the odd few clapping of soled shoes outside within the corridor was hardly a nuisance to the officer in the least.

“It’s a hard life” Liam muttered to himself, knocking back the whisky with a gulp, grimacing ever so slightly as the pungent contents of the glass stung his gullet and tonsils. Placing the empty glass onto the table, he turned his attention to the bottle of whisky and pulled a mischievous look momentarily as he mumbled to himself once again; “Another glass won’t hurt” he reassured himself, before grabbing at the bottleneck to splash a douse of volume into his empty glass once again. Then a tapping at his door echoed into the room and the Captain froze for a moment, in mid-flow to filling up his glass, wondering who it could be? No voice echoed through the door and neither did the tapping continue in an aggravated manner, in which his superiors always done impatiently.

Inhaling stiffly, Captain Brentwood pushed his chair back and arose from his seat, picking up the glass of whisky in the process. Stepping around from behind his desk, the officer took another sip of his beverage and approached the door cautiously, completely baffled as to whom it would be. Coiling his hand around the door handle, Captain Brentwood slowly opened the heavy wooden door with a ‘click’ that would have attracted their attention, but held the door at the halfway mark - not wanting anyone to be able to see into his office; Should it be a nosy junior officer or supreme commander, Liam didn’t take criticism too well and neither did he want anyone seeing his bottle of whisky placed upon the desk.

Standing against the gaped open door (about two foot wide), the officer peered out, looking towards a young soldier standing directly outside of the door, but then noticing a senior Sergeant of the American cloth, but then low-and-behold, a Flight Sergeant approached the two males. Pulling a very quizzical look, Captain Brentwood stood there for a moment, wondering what on hell three men from different career paths were standing at his door? Trying not to look amused, the Captain drew the whisky glass to his lips and took a sip from it, before blankly staring at the three men and closing the door again. “Nothing to do with me” he murmured to himself, after noticing none of them were from his division and how none of them held any superiority in requiring his attention, Liam merely arrogantly turned away from the closed door and began to walk back to his desk for a refill.

OOC: Have to try harder for Captain Brentwood’s attention.

[Stephen Colly]

Daniel! Thank god he was here, Stephen smiled lightly and stepped forward, ”Daniel! I’m doing better than I was…thanks…what about you?” he asked the man, ”Yeah, Nathan Whyte should be here soon.” he glanced about; he wanted to tell them, he was bursting to tell them what he knew…

”Brentwood should be in there…” he frowned towards the door, if the man wasn’t there then he would really be stuck, Ed had told him to tell Liam, or anyone, and that was what Stephen was doing, he was carrying his order to the letter…and that letter was now on the other side of that door…

Footsteps appeared behind the two and Stephen turned to see the Flight Sergeant striding down the corridor, he smiled over at Nathan, thank god he was there also. ”Nathan…” this was good…now the door.

”I’ll explain everything when we find out if Brentwood is in there…it’s pretty important…its to do with Edward…” he glanced at the two men in front of him and heard the door creak open…

Liam Brentwood peered around the door, stared at them with a glass of whisky in his hand and then closed the door…”Oh no you don’t.” Stephen muttered more to himself than the other two and walked quickly over to the door, knocking again just as it closed and opened it.

”Sir, Captain Brentwood…” he peered in to see the man sitting at his desk once more, ”Private Colly sir, umm…” he hesitated and glanced back at the other two, ”With Daniel Brennan and Nathan Whyte, sorry to bother you at this hour sir…its just, I have some information…important information to do with Sergeant Edward McMillan.” his eyes searched the man, hoping he wasn’t going to get shouted at by the man and have the door closed on him again.

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel nodded and smiled at Stephens’s response. ”Yeah, I’m fine… grand!” he said. He scratched his head and continued, ”I’m curious to know why you wanted my to come, though,” he said, voicing his thoughts. Nathan Whyte, the famous 3ID flyboy. Daniel didn’t know him all that well and he was getting more confused by the second. Colly wasn’t even in his Division and neither was Brentwood. Why would he have any official business with any of them? There was no connection. Daniel frowned slightly at Stephens’s next words. From the way he had said them, it sounded like Brentwood didn’t actually know they were coming. That seemed like a mistake, to Daniel. Did Brentwood like having uninvited guests? He doubted it.

At that moment Whyte came along and offered a casual greeting to the two of them. Stephen and Whyte had just exchanged a few words when Daniel heard the door creak open. It opened just a small but, not enough for a person to fit through. The face of Captain Brentwood appeared at the door. Daniel stared at the Captain for a few seconds before staring at Stephen, waiting for him to say something. A dumfounded expression came to Daniels face as Brentwood proceeded to just close the door in their faces.

Luckily, Stephen stopped the door before it closed and stepped inside the room. That was not a good idea where Daniel was concerned... Daniel frowned at Stephens’s words. ”McMillan?” He questioned; not sure if he had heard Stephen correctly. ”What about… McMillan?” He asked. And he had thought he was confused a few minutes ago…

[Nathan Whyte]

Silence came down as the door clicked open, and Nathan turned to face the portal. With an arrogant remark, the door was closed, and the belligerent Kiwi couldn't help but mutter an insult as Colly barged forward. He didn't blame him too much, though, as obviously they didn't have an appointment or anything, none of them being in his division, but he could have shown some common courtesy at least.

And then, the word was mentioned.

McMillan. It seemed almost rusty in the mouth of Nathan, and he echoed it quietly, he looked at Brennan, raising his eyebrows in shock, and a similar sentiment was shared by him as he spoke out. You needed a good reason to barge in on Brentwood, and this certainly seemed like a start of one. He stepped forward, and gave the door a gentle push to get it to open a bit further so he could see in. In a low, placing a hand on Colly's shoulder, he spoke in a reassuring tone, "carry on Stephen. We all want to know what you've got to say. Is he alive?"

He half glance up towards Brentwood, raising an eyebrow in a manner that said "don't even think about interrupting the boy." A very cheek move to make with a superior Officer, and potentially dangerous with Brentwood, but he didn't give a damn. He just wanted to know what was going on, and with any luck, Brentwood would be just as interested.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

(I’m not sitting by the way Stephen, I don’t think I would have been able to accomplish that in such a small amount of time. Liam would have needed to have ran to his seat! Lol)

As Captain Brentwood turned away and briskly walked back towards his desk, for the Scottish bottle of whisky sternly placed like a paperweight upon a few documents cascaded across the surface; The Captain’s body jumped ever so slightly as he heard the door behind himself clunk open, causing the officer to twist upon his heels with a glass in one hand and the bottle of whisky in the other, facing the young soldier who insultingly trespassed into his office without a penny’s thought. The Captain’s expression was emotionless, cold and blank, as his eyes lisped between the three men who lingered within the walls of his workspace slowly - a young flight sergeant approaching from the rear, as if to support the young soldier who sputtered out his words like a hampering parrot.

Hearing the young man out, not exactly having a choice at that precise moment, the Captain slowly poured a mouthful of whisky into his glass and quietly looked away from the three men. Silence bestowed upon the room and Captain Brentwood casually placed the bottle of whisky back down upon the desk behind his legs with a clunk. A soft breath left the officer’s lips, as he once again took a sip from his beverage, his breath musk from the smell of pungent alcohol, his attention gradually returning to the young man awaiting an answer…

“Private Colly…” he stiffly said to himself, before looking at the flight sergeant and muttering; “Flight sergeant Whyte…” and then his eyes befell the American senior sergeant in the background - “Sergeant Brennan”. It seemed as if Captain Brentwood was trying to remember their names, perhaps he was contemplating the thought of a court martial for all three? Or maybe he had personal endeavours he’d take up with all three men at a later date. Smirking to himself, Captain Brentwood stood straight and made a step towards the young private before him, glaring at the young man with a questionable look.

Sipping at his beverage again, Captain Brentwood unclipped his holster situated upon his right hip and pulled out his Webley revolver, shoving the barrel up beneath the young private’s jaw. By now, the atmosphere would have just got tense, as Captain Brentwood stared crazily towards the Flight Sergeant behind the private, as if telling him to back off, before he faced the young private again. “Now son… You address a Sergeant in questioning with their full title. In this case lad, Sergeant Major McMillan” he corrected the young recruit, twisting the barrel to his Webley revolver against the young man’s skin, directly pushed into the young man’s jaw so his head lifted to look at the officer. “You also just committed a punishable offence, by insulting a senior officer with your cock-handed way of breaking and entering my office - trespassing” he spat out a little more angrily, clenching his whisky glass tightly within his free hand, merely staring upon the young soldier with an aggressive stare.

Raising his thumb to draw back the jackhammer to his revolver, Captain Brentwood looked over to the American Sergeant at the back of the room and spoke to him in an affirmative tone. “Get in my office - Now!” he barked, noticing the Sergeant half in and out of his quarters. “Lock the door behind you” he stiffly requested afterwards, before glancing to the Flight Sergeant and back towards the young private before himself. “Now, private. Take a seat” he ordered with that firm tone to his voice again, taking a step back from the young boy, keeping his revolver trained on the young man, before looking to the Flight Sergeant and American Sergeant from the corner of his eye. “Unholster your weapons and drop them on the floor, or god forgive me, I’ll shoot you where you stand without a trial” he angrily demanded, not wanting any of them to feel the need in being heroes. Captain Brentwood wanted to hear what the young soldier had to say, but he wasn’t about to let two young cocky sergeants get in the way.

“Now Speak” he said to the young private, Captain Brentwood’s body moving to the front of the desk, leaning against it to sit in front of the young soldier, his revolver casually pointing at the young man. “What do you have to tell me about Edward…” he questioned, the topic touching a nerve as Edward McMillan was Liam’s close friend and trusted Sergeant Major; But he knew the man wasn’t dead, so whatever information he could gain from the young soldier, he was about to do whatever the cost.

[Stephen Colly]

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
The two were behind him, Daniel wanting to know what was going on and Nathan being supportive and putting a hand on his shoulder. The boy-soldier did realize that this was a “breaking and entering” rule broken but this subject was more important then rules were…well, that was at least what Stephen thought.

The expression he got from the captain was cold and blank and Stephen felt that he wanted to just run right now, realizing this was a very bad idea…The captain had a bottle of whisky and glass in his hand, he must be drinking…even worse.
The captain walked towards him even more and Stephen felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw the expression on the older man’s face. Stephen glanced down at the man’s holster and pulled out a revolver…shit! And then he pointed it to his jaw, Stephen let out a slight gasp and stared up at the captain, listening to what he said…

"I-I'm sorry sir." he muttered quietly.

He hadn’t expected that at all! The stare was aggressive and Stephen just wanted to shrink away, the captain’s stare was horrible…he hated this, fine…he wasn’t going to help this captain ever again if this was how he was going to be treated…but then the captain changed his tune and told Daniel to shut the door behind him and look it.

Stephen glanced around at the office quickly and then hurried to take a seat on one of the chairs opposite the captain’s desk. Oh god…his hands shook slightly but they stopped as he glanced at the other two…he had got them in trouble…he hadn’t meant to…was the captain serious about a trail?

Stephen looked back at the captain as he ordered him to speak of what he knew. ”Edwards alive sir, he is part of the German army.” his mouth felt horribly dry, ”I met him in France a week back…” he looked at the captain, truth…he was telling the truth.

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel winced at the pilots reassuring words to Stephen; that was the kind of thing that Brentwood murdered you for. If that wasn’t bad enough, he then raised his eyebrow cockily. Did this guy really want to be killed that much. Daniel stayed hovering around just outside the door, ready to make a runner. His eyes flicked over the room and he noticed the half empty whisky bottle in the Captains hand. Brentwood wasn’t the most friendly person when he was sober, so what would he be like fuelled by alcohol? Daniel felt nervous as he watched the Captain calmly pour himself a drink and then place the bottle on the desk. The three men at the door waited for him to say something.

The Captain slowly said the three men’s names and Daniel doubted that he even remembered the three other times he had met Daniel. A smirk came to Brentwood’s face – was it a good sign? Nope , Daniel thought to himself as Brentwood suddenly pulled out his pistol and shoved the barrel under Colly’s chin. Daniel had known Brentwood was a little bit eccentric, but he hadn’t thought that he was this bad. It was only now Daniel realised that he was completely off his hat; a fucking loony. Brentwood really should be in a mental hospital. Brentwood gave a small lecture to Colly on addressing people by their proper rank as he held the revolver up to his face. Then he accused him of breaking and entering. Daniel thought about speaking out at this point, but decided against it in case Brentwood did something to Stephen.

Daniel almost jumped as Brentwood abruptly barked at him to come inside the room and to close the door behind him. Great! He’s going to kill us now! Daniel did as Brentwood told him to do. His hand paused on the key of the door for a second, before he slowly twisted it; leaving them isolated from the world outside. Brentwood could do whatever he wanted now...
Brentwood had spoken to Stephen again – telling him to take a seat. Then, he looked at the two Sergeants and told them to un-holster their weapons and drop them on the floor. Daniel wasn’t arguing with this; he could see the madness in Brentwood’s eyes. He slowly reached into the holster at his side and drew out his Colt pistol. He made sure the safety was off before tossing it lightly onto the floor in front of him. He tried to stay calm on the outside as he did this. He didn’t want Brentwood to know how much he was scared of him. Yes, Daniel was scared of him. And not just a little bit.

Brentwood didn’t spare an extra thought on the two soldiers in American uniform. A few short questions came out of his mouth, directed at Stephen. Daniel made a grunt somewhere between a snort of laughter and a noise of shock. McMillan... working for the German army? That was impossible! His first reaction quickly turned to confusement. He had known Colly for ages and he trusted him. But how could McMillan be alive?! And why would he just abandon all his ties and scoot off to work for Hitler. It made no sense! Daniel finally spoke up; ”But, Stephen... Why would he do that? Why would McMillan do that?!”

[Nathan Whyte]

OOC: Dan, if you were behind me, how could you see me raise my eyebrow? Magic.

The pistol. Nathan's eyes locked on the Webley revolver as it was pointed at Colly's face, and it took all of his self-discipline to stop himself grabbing his own handgun and drawing it on the Captain, he still felt his hand twitching. From the close distance, he could smeel the alcohol on Brentwood's breath, and new instantly how volatile the situation was. The look from Brentwood to back off was met with defiance, and Nathan just stared back coldly, but he removed his hand from Colly's shoulder, putting it gently on to the small of the Private's back, in a position where he could easily throw him to the side if he was sure there would be firing.

To make matters worse, Brennan was ordered in, and the door locked. They were in the world of a drunken pyschopath, now. Could it be much worse? Indeed it could, as the order came to disarm. Nathan lowered his arm, and unbuckled the wine coloured leather of the holster and pulled out the Colt. As an extra signal of trust, to try and calm the situation, he pushed the magazine release button, and let the clip fall on to the ground with a clatter, before placing the handgun down and kicking it gently aside.

He just stood still from then, not bothering to come to an official pose, just his legs slightly apart and his hands dangling by his side as he slowly twisted his head around the room, hearing it crack slightly. He wanted to take everything, to make sure he picked up everything from the conversation. McMillan. A Nazi? It couldn't be true, could it? He looked slowly at the face of the Private, at the young boy's face. Was there a reason for him to lie? No, not one, he had loved Edward like a father.

He considered saying something, he even opened his mouth, but he clamped it shut again. He didn't want to draw undue attention from Brentwood, and he just twisted his eyes to Brennan, trying to signal the Master Sergeant with a message along the lines of "what the fuck?"

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: I just want to say, Brentwood isn’t picking a fight with you Dan, Nathan or even Stephen. He’s just treating the whole ordeal with a very rough hand, because you have to understand, Liam has tried to find out what’s happened to Edward, but been turned away dozens of times from finding out the truth. So when someone comes knocking on his door saying they have information, with two bodyguards and witnesses (that’s how he’s seeing you two by the way), he’s going to treat the situation a little volatile… So he knows everything and no rock is left unturned in finding out the truth. So neither of you would dare intervene the ’interrogation’ he’s going to make.

So again, don’t think he’s picking a fight with you two (unless you guys gave him a reason), but he’s just honestly wanting to find out the truth. To be honest with you, if this thread turns out well and no fights break out, you two will be in his good-books; Whatever happens in that room, will stay in that room and so you can find yourself having a loony on your side, as you’d both be ‘deeply’ involved.

Just felt I best explain myself a bit to Liam’s actions and Stephen, we spoke a while back about what would happen in a thread like this and you did give me permission to physically berate your character, should the time come. So I hope that's still completely fine and you're happy with it?

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The Captain knocked his head back as he downed the last contents of the whisky, slamming the empty glass on the desk behind himself. Now all that remained in his hands, was a revolver casually pointing at Stephen from hip-length, as Liam leant back against the front of his desk, staring at the young private in questioning; His eyes lisping over to the two Sergeants who had by now dropped their side-arms onto the floor, the Flight Sergeant disembodying his magazine from the pistol, a wise move, as the pilot found himself stepping a little further into his good books - Now the American Sergeant found himself in the firing line, first to be shot, as he noticed the man’s pistol barely a foot or two away from his feet.

Funnily enough, the Captain didn’t even recognise the American Sergeant, perhaps it was the extra chevrons or maybe the Captain just didn’t expect many men to live for as long as they have. He’d seen too many good men die, so bothering to remember names or faces was something the Captain hardly took the time to do when they came in one week and we’re being carted off the next. It was the game of war, but ironically, the Captain did make one good friend and that was Edward McMillan; Even he unconvincingly died, but watching the young soldier seated before him spurt out about Edward being alive and in the German Army, the Captain’s entire body stiffened up and froze, his eyes mercilessly laying upon the young soldier who blurted those words out, but before he could even question to his barmy knowledge on knowing such discrepancies and accusations he was making towards a fallen Sergeant Major; The Soldier revealed that he had met the man a mere week ago.

Captain Brentwood’s face drained from blood and his hand holding the revolver weakly lowered, as the accusation and news struck him hard. Liam had thought Sergeant Major McMillan was taken prisoner, never did he consider his loyal Sergeant and friend of treason. The American Sergeant shockingly spoke up within the room and Captain Brentwood lowered his head for a moment, staring at the floor lifelessly. Something was stirring up inside and he could only have imagined how the others felt; Locked in a room, with an officer smelling of alcohol, swinging his revolver around staking claims on being the judge and jury with a pull of the trigger. What he really could only imagine as to how they felt, was in regards to what he was about to do.

A sharp inhale sucked through the officer’s clenched teeth, as he sprung from off leaning against the desk, grabbing Stephen by the gruff of his tunic with his free hand to hoist an inch or two up from off his seat, pitching the soldier’s nose against his own almost, as Captain Brentwood leant closely towards his face, protruding the barrel to his revolver up against the young man’s neck again. “Do you realise what you’re saying private!?” he bellowed out, a spatter of spit spurting from his lower lip as he angrily shoved the young soldier backwards into his seat, raising his arm to point the revolver at a dead aim towards Stephen’s face. “Now tell me everything you shit bag, before I shoot you for treason!!!” he yelled even more angrily, his finger slowly pushing against the trigger, honestly not joking. “Names, place… Everything, I want to know where you met him, when you met him and how the fuck you came up with this story of him being a fucking Kraut! Do you even have any evidence to support your accusation… Eh!?” he babbled out, wavering the gun a little as he yelled angrily and in a hoarse pitch; “WELL DO YOU!?”

Captain Brentwood was steaming angry and almost pulled the trigger without hearing the answer, but restrained himself by the skin of his teeth as his curiosity was the only thing saving the private's life right now, from being shot and staining the Officer's room with a spatter of blood like a new paint-job. Liam's eyes didn't budge from the Private, he knew the two Sergeants would either be forming a plan to overthrow him or perhaps they wanted to hear what the private had to say too? He only prayed for their sake, they picked the second option, as Captain Brentwood was in no mood to be messed with.

[Stephen Colly]

Why had he done this? Maybe he should have kept the whole thing to himself and not involved the life of Liam Brentwood or Nathan Whyte or Daniel Brennan. But being Stephen, innocent, wanting to be in everyone’s good books had thought it would be a good idea to tell at least one senior officer about the goings on of the night in France where he had met the supposed dead Edward McMillan.

He heard clanking and two thuds on the floor as Daniel and Nathan took off their weapons, glancing around at them, he saw Daniel’s face and then he heard his voice. Yes, why had Edward done it? Stephen had an answer. Edward had told him the reason why he had gone, and Stephen wanted to tell Daniel why Edward had changed sides. He had thought before this meeting, that everyone would believe him…how wrong he was.

Turning back to Brentwood, he saw the blood drain from the man’s face. Stephen watched him as his revolver went down to his side and the boy thought he was out of danger…again, how wrong he was.

He was far from out of danger.

A sharp inhale of breath caught Stephen’s attention and he watched as the man suddenly and swiftly jumped off the desk and grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck, spitting into his face while he spoke. Yes. Frankly, Stephen did know what he was saying.

”Y-Yes sir.” he stammered, staring at the officer in the eye, he was terrified of this man, he hadn’t realized how terrified he was, for the man had rescued him when he had first joined from a burning truck. Obviously, the man had forgotten or hadn’t even registered Stephen been the same guy.
The gun was now at his neck and Stephen silently prayed that the man would not use it. The man was mad…mad…he flung the boy back into his seat, nearly causing the chair to topple over; Stephen grabbed it and held it steady.

Treason…? Stephen was telling the truth, why the man didn’t believe him, Stephen had no idea…well, actually that was a lie. He did have an idea…a man who had been supposedly killed was now magically brought back to life by the words of a 19 year old, yeah…lets believe that immediately…!

The eyes of the Captain where boring into him as he reeled off questions. ”Yes, yes I have evidence.” Stephen nodded quickly as he began to fumble with his jacket pockets, trying to pull out the scrap of paper, ”I met him in a barn in France sir, I-I know it sounds stupid, but it really was a barn and…” he bit his lip as he felt himself go red in the face with slight embarrassment at the location, ”H-Here.” he slowly and carefully handed, with a shaking hand, the scrap of paper that had the note that Edward had written in the boy’s journal.

It said:

I'm not dead, and yes, I am that sort of guy.

-Ed

”It was dark sir, about 21:00 hours sir, and he told me himself…he said that he had joined because he thinks the Allies won’t win….” he stammered, he paused and then quickly babbled on, letting his words sink in. ”He wants to fight the side that he believes will win, the Nazis apparently have better weaponry and soldiers then the Allies…Wolfram!” he remembered the name, “Edward said that that man was to be respected, that he could learn from him…” he trailed off, his voice trailing off to become a slight whimper as he looked down at the ground, shaking slightly, not wanting Brentwood to shoot him…please god no.

OOC – Yeah, do what ever you want PuNk to Stephen, me don’t mind.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: YAY, having an insane loony on your side... an insane loony with tanks...
I hope Liam doesn’t mind Daniel moving a little closer to the action.

Daniel caught Nathan’s eye with the same confused look on his face. He shook his head slowly. This couldn’t be real. Captain Brentwood didn’t appear have much of a visible reaction to Stephen’s news. He simply stared at the floor; his face emotionless. Daniel frowned. He was extremely wary of the insane Captain and this uncomfortable silence was making him nervous. He would prefer it if Brentwood just did what he was going to do and not wait doing nothing. Well, he would actually prefer it if Brentwood didn’t do anything, but that was unlikely to happen.

The start of Brentwood’s rage was an audible breath coming from his mouth and straight after, he leaped out of his seat and grabbed Stephen by his collar; pressing his Webley up against the poor Privates face. He bellowed a few sentences out of his mouth, asking Stephen if he knew what he was saying. Course he does, he isn’t the mad one in the room... he thought wryly, but he didn’t dare to say anything aloud. He proceeded to call Stephen a Shit-bag and then shoot him for treason. What is it with Brentwood and shooting people?! He demanded answers from Stephen and Stephen was all too happy to oblige, what with the pistol being pointed at his face and all.

Stephen squeaked out that yes, he did have evidence and he fumbled in a pocket for something. He took out a piece of paper and showed it to Brentwood. Daniel decided to break his quiet spell and speak up. ”Eh, sir... can I...” He didn’t trust himself to say mere, he merely gestured at an area on the floor a bit closer to the table. He stepped slowly around his Colt which, he noticed was much closer to him than Whyte’s was to himself. He stopped a few feet behind and to the right of Stephen’s chair and stared at the piece of paper.

[Nathan Whyte]

OOC: I'd be insulted if you didn't go pyscho.

The shaking head of the Irishman mirrored Nathan's feelings exactly, and he just raised his eyebrows and breathed out through his nose noisily to show agreement. He just stood in silence as Brentwood carried on his rant, waving his revolver around like a toy. Nathan swallowed involontarily, perhaps this was where he'd die, in the Office of a Cockney, not quite how he'd imagined it, shot down in a blaze of glory.

Nathan just lifted himself slightly to see the paper. The handwriting was right, and the message had the right attitude, Nathan just opened his mouth soundlessly, shaking his head with revelation - it just wasn't right. He'd hoped that McMillan was safe in Nazi hands, just not in this way. He looked up, and just stared at the wall, the consequences of the message and the implications, tuning in to the few words that Colly was saying, the sentances merging in to one as they just all came out. It sounded sound enough, he'd heard McMillan mention this Wolfram guy before.

He coughed and addresed Brentwood, "It sounds right, sir, Sergeant Major McMillan did mention that Wolfram guy a few times, and that message...It looks like his writing, and I can hear him saying it. Also, why would Private Colly want to lie over this, he looked at Ed, sorry, the Sergeant Major like a father." He shut up quickly, hoping that the stubby nose of the pistol wouldn't be turned towards him. But then again, if it did, at least Stephen would have some breathing room.