Operation: ARYAN RISING

[∬: Erik Schneider]

A blue chain of electricity high in the sky caught the attention of the Obersturmfuhrer, which shot across the nighttime sky with a ferocious intensity. A sharp, loud crack accompanied the bolt of lightning, as if the electricity was whipping the earth. A mild fascination came across Schneider, as his eyes shot upwards for a brief moment while the Sturmbannfuhrer studied their findings in silence. The ferocity and power that the lightning manifested was a sight to envy, oddly bringing back his past studies of Greek mythology during his schooldays. Especially the knowledge of the renowned Zeus, king of the Gods. There had been no lightning or roar of thunder from the fierce God as the coalition of Axis powers, Germany, Italy, and Bulgaria occupied Greece.

Craning his neck to observe the spectacle and squinting his eyes in order to get a better view through the thick canopy of the forest grew to be a nuisance. Schneider rested his eyes on Wolfram, who by now was shoving the fake identification papers into an empty magazine pouch. Shifting the grip of his Sturmgewehr over to his left hand, he held the assault rifle awkwardly pointing to the ground. His right hand now free, he gently massaged the back of his neck as the Sturmbannfuhrer lectured him, not wishing to draw conclusions from mere speculations. At the moment, they had very little information to truly work with. The best bet was that the Jewish resistance was much more operational and stronger than previously believed. Isolated and with no communication with their comrades, had they bitten off more than they could chew? One of the worst mistakes to commit in combat was to underestimate the enemy.

Still grasping the Cross of Lorraine and Star of David, it was obvious the necklace was bothering the Sturmbannfuhrer. As if somehow the necklace would taint his skin should he touch it. Schneider only grimaced at it, crushing the metallic necklace in his palm. Both symbols of the French Resistance and the Jews, they were also symbols of failure for the Germans. He flipped the necklace to display the Star of David. They had yet to complete the final solution and exterminate the Jewish race which still plagued the world. On the other side, was the Cross of Lorraine. Even the French cowards managed to put up a stiff resistance to their occupation, which made attempts of invading England, America, or Russia look ultimately futile and pitiful. The Sturmbannfuhrer ordered him to hold on to it, referring to the necklace, but to toss the rifle. Schneider didn't question why he had been ordered to keep the necklace, simply slipping it into a breast pocket on his tattered tunic.

The Lebel rifle had found its way back into Schultz hands and Schneider motioned for the Unterscharfuhrer to toss him the French rifle. Schultz swiftly obeyed, tossing the rifle forward gently. With the StG 44 in his left hand, Schneider reached forward and grasped the Lebel in his right. Maneuvering his hand up the rifle, he opened the bolt and emptied the chamber, letting the few bullets left in the weapon sink into the wet mud before tossing it out into the distance. Better safe than sorry. Without the correct ammunition, the weapon was virtually useless. Unless, of course, the user were to stumble upon the revolting corpses strewn across the area. Just as soon as he threw the weapon, he noticed the eerie silence that had overcome the forest. The distant firing of the MG42s had long since ceased, as well as the cries and screams that accompanied them.

All that was left was the faint breathing between each man and the pitter-patter of raindrops against the leaves of the forest. A chilling breeze swept through the trees, forcing a few hairs up on the back of the Obersturmfuhrer's neck. He cringed at the sudden bursts of cold, the chilling wind brought with it cruel memories. The French Rifle faded away into the darkness and Schneider twisted his body around to confront the Sturmbannfuhrer, who was now facing Schneider again. A new plan had been decided upon, the old plan being much too risky with the provided information. Instead of heading east for open ground to cut the fleeing Jews down, they would instead head north-west to learn the fate of outpost one and two. The firing had erupted from the first two outposts, the resolution of the conflict still unknown to the isolated group of Totenkopf soldiers. One side had proved victorious though, but which?

Wolfram had spoken briefly of the new plan before ordering Schneider to prepare the men to move north-west. "Ja, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer," the Obersturmfuhrer quickly responded, disappearing from the scene as the Sturmbannfuhrer yelled at a lingering soldier. Motioning for the men to fall in, he managed to gather most of the men around him. Crouching down onto his left knee, he let his StG 44 rest against his right thigh while securing it in place with his right hand. With his left hand, he extended his arm in the north-west direction. "Es hat eine Änderung im Plan gegeben. Bereiten Sie vor sich, sich an einer Momentnachricht heraus zu bewegen. Anstatt, nach Osten zurückzuschieben, zum der fliehenden Untergebenen zu verringern um, ziehen wir jetzt nordwestlich, um die Zwangslage von Vorposten einer und zwei zu entdecken. Das Sturmbannfuhrer vertraut seinem Darm auf diesem, so Ihnen besser Fluchvertrauen es außerdem. Taktischer Abstand des Unterhaltes und Aufenthaltalarm. Absolute Ruhe, wenn die Vorposten genähert werden!"

The men cleared out, casually returning to the odd spots they had taken up that encircled the area. Sighing, he adjusted his grip on the StG 44 and lifted it off his knee as he used his legs to lift himself off the moist dirt. In the process, some mud had rubbed off onto his trousers. Slinging the strap of the StG 44 over his right shoulder, he turned on his heels to face the Sturmbannfuhrer who had just dismissed one of the men to bring the wounded man as much morphine as possible and leave him with half of his ammunition. A bit cruel, but it was what was needed to be done in war. One man couldn't simply be allowed to slow the rest of the unit down, the least they could do for the wounded man was give him aide and leave him with enough to fight with. Approaching the senior officer, he stopped before the man and reported the situation. "Herr Sturmbannfuher! Die Männer sind auf dem neuen Plan ausgefüllt worden und werden vorbereitet, sich heraus zu bewegen, wenn der Auftrag erteilt wird."

Translations:

Es hat eine Änderung im Plan gegeben. Bereiten Sie vor sich, sich an einer Momentnachricht heraus zu bewegen. Anstatt, nach Osten zurückzuschieben, zum der fliehenden Untergebenen zu verringern um, ziehen wir jetzt nordwestlich, um die Zwangslage von Vorposten einer und zwei zu entdecken. Das Sturmbannfuhrer vertraut seinem Darm auf diesem, so Ihnen besser Fluchvertrauen es außerdem. Taktischer Abstand des Unterhaltes und Aufenthaltalarm. Absolute Ruhe, wenn die Vorposten genähert werden!
- "There has been a change in plan. Prepare to move out at a moments notice. Instead of moving back east, to cut down the fleeing inferiors, we are now moving north-west to discover the predicament of outpost one and two. The Sturmbannfuhrer is trusting his gut on this one, so you better damn trust it as well. Keep tactical spacing and stay alert. Absolute silence when approaching the outposts!"

Herr Sturmbannfuher! Die Männer sind auf dem neuen Plan ausgefüllt worden und werden vorbereitet, sich heraus zu bewegen, wenn der Auftrag erteilt wird.
- "Herr Sturmbannfuher! The men have been filled in on the new plan and are prepared to move out when the order is given."

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Biting the inside of his mouth again, Sturmbannfuhrer Wolfram watched as the soldier before himself; stood atop of a mound of dirt, turn-tail with his given orders to strip the wounded man from half of his ammunition and pack him with plenty of morphine for the gruelling night ahead. The Sturmbannfuhrer was a man of his word and he would send a patrol back for the wounded man, as soon as their orders were either followed through or they had enough manpower to exchange for a medical patrol on retrieving the man. As it stood, numbers, the odds in general were stacked against them and Sturmbannfuhrer Wolfram had a funny feeling things were about to get worse.

The faint cries of the soldier in agonising pain in the short distance, soon began to fade into short whimpers, before silence befall the blanket of darkness they were confined within. Only the rain, faint voices between the soldiers and occasional crackle above their heads disturbed their senses. It seemed a lifetime as the Sturmbannfuhrer stood there, looking down towards the corpses littered about his jackboots, only to find his daydream and lack of concentration interrupted by the Obersturmführer who returned quickly, having briefed the men on the change of plan. Such changes to a well built plan would indefinitely have an effect on the troop morale, but the Sturmbannfuhrer was sure the effect was slim, if not at all, because their final destination was always unknown. Things just seemed a tad bit more difficult now.

Nodding to the fellow officer casually, he glanced up at the soldier who he’d only just sent with orders to take care of the wounded man’s ammunition and morphine handout, pale faced and silently standing atop of the mound of dirt again. Without a word, the soldier lifted his fisted dirt ridden hand, slowly opening his fingers to show the broken off semi-circle to the man’s dog-tags. “Er konnte nicht den Schmerz Herr Sturmbannfuhrer, gebetenes Morphium ertragen…” the soldier said grimly, perhaps a little shocked by the events, before he raised his opposite hand holding the man’s Sturmgewehr 44’s green canvas ammunition pouch. Sturmbannfuhrer Wolfram merely stared at the soldier before himself and smirked. “Verstärken Sie, wir ziehen aus” he announced, causing a few eyes to settle annoyingly upon himself, wondering why they couldn’t bury their comrade before they moved out? One of the soldiers approaching the Sturmbannfuhrer stopped short - about three or four foot away and gave both of the officers a long angry look from beneath his lidded bloodshot eyes.

“Herr, warum nicht kann, begraben wir Heinrich!? Er war ein guter Soldat, er verdient ein richtiges Begräbnis. Wir können ihn so viel verschonen!”[/I] the soldier hollered towards the two officers, his tattered uniform and lack of helmet making the man seem like a drunkard soldier at first glance. Gritting his teeth again, Sturmbannfuhrer Wolfram stepped forwards immediately, causing the soldier to back away almost instantaneously a few steps, noticing the aggressive stance of the officer approaching speedily. “Tun Sie nicht Sie WAGEN jemals, mit einem Vorgesetzten wie das wieder zu sprechen! Wir haben Ordnungen, untergeordnete Juden zu beseitigen, und jetzt kann unsere Mission comprimised wegen neuer Ergebnisse sein. Tun Sie Sie hören den Maschinengewehrs in der Ferne mehr!? Für alles wissen wir, ein Dutzend gute Männer konnten im Bedürfnis nach einem richtigen Begräbnis und viel mehr sein, wenn wir zu den Vorposten sofort nicht kommen…” he angrily berated towards the mutinous soldier, a hand snapping undone the clip to his brand new Luger, shimmering from the wetness of the rain, even through the thick of nightfall. “So kommen Sie in der Linie zurück, bevor ich Sie darunter brachte!” he lastly threatened the man, standing his ground, his hand itching towards the sidearm gradually, causing the soldier to nervously catch a glimpse of the other soldiers awkwardly readying for a conflict between officer and grunt; spitting on the floor, the soldier backed away.

Inhaling a long breath, Sturmbannfuhrer Wolfram turned to look towards Obersturmführer Schneider with a look of concern. “Jetzt, lässt bekommen das Bewegen und halten still!” and with a hard clunk to his Sturmgewehr’s bolt, loading the chamber, he turned and began the walk off into the woodlands. Flagging out his arm, he silently insinuated for the flanks to move up either side. They had a fair distance to cover to the first outpost and time was running out fast, they had to move swiftly and silently. As they progressed onwards, he couldn’t help but look quietly towards the Obersturmführer, as if he had something to say to him…But his lips remained sealed.

OOC: Sorry, not the best post. Plus we haven’t even reached the outpost yet, guess I’m dragging it out a little. Two pages! Can’t rush a masterpiece eh?


Translations:[/b]

Er konnte nicht den Schmerz Herr Sturmbannfuhrer, gebetenes Morphium ertragen…
- He couldn't stand the pain Herr Sturmbannfuhrer, requested morphine...

Verstärken Sie, wir ziehen aus.
- Gear up, we’re moving out.

Herr, warum nicht kann, begraben wir Heinrich!? Er war ein guter Soldat, er verdient ein richtiges Begräbnis. Wir können ihn so viel verschonen!
- Herr, why can't we bury Heinrich!? He was a good soldier, he deserves a proper burial. We can spare him that much!

Tun Sie nicht Sie WAGEN jemals, mit einem Vorgesetzten wie das wieder zu sprechen! Wir haben Ordnungen, untergeordnete Juden zu beseitigen, und jetzt kann unsere Mission comprimised wegen neuer Ergebnisse sein. Tun Sie Sie hören den Maschinengewehrs in der Ferne mehr!? Für alles wissen wir, ein Dutzend gute Männer konnten im Bedürfnis nach einem richtigen Begräbnis und viel mehr sein, wenn wir zu den Vorposten sofort nicht kommen…
- Don't you ever DARE speak to a superior like that again! We have orders to eliminate inferior Jews and now our mission may be comprimised, because of new findings. Do you hear the Maschinengewehrs in the distance anymore!? For all we know, a dozen good men could be in need of a proper burial and a lot more if we don't get to the outposts immediately...

So kommen Sie in der Linie zurück, bevor ich Sie darunter brachte!
- So get back in line, before I put you under it!

Jetzt, lässt bekommen das Bewegen und halten still.
- Now, lets get moving and keep silent.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

A pale-faced man, who looked like a ghoul in his shredded uniform, stood cautiously on a mound of dirt. He waited patiently and in strict silence, with an obvious sense of urgency on in his stance. The Obersturmführer recognized him as the soldier the Sturmbannführer had sent out only moments before Schneider's quick paced briefing, what news could he be bringing so swiftly? Then again, all he was required to do was tend to the wounded by giving him a supply of morphine as well as taking some of his StG 44 ammunition. Now, the man looked as pale as a ghost as he looked grimly towards the two officers waiting for his turn to speak. Wolfram acknowledged the man at last, allowing him to step forward from the mound and reveal a broken semi-circle of an Erkennungsmarken that he head concealed in his dirty palm. Schneider's eyes quickly skimmed over the metal dog tog, before he averting his eyes into the treeline. They had taken their first casualty of the night.

The Sturmbannführer did not hesitate to order the men to gear up and move out, nor did he flinch at the man's death. Schneider's eyes gazed at the back of the man's head for a moment, expecting a little more remorse for the fallen soldier. But then again, the man was looking out for more than just one individual soldier. The situation was unmerciful and would not allow for even the briefest of pauses for the burial of the dead soldier. They had to keep moving, if they even hoped to save anyone at the outpost. Holding his StG 44 close to his body, he stood beside the Sturmbannführer and watched the gathering of men start grabbing their weapons and ammunition before moving towards the north west. One troublemaker separated himself from the pack, standing only a few feet from Wolfram and Schneider. His eyes were bloodshot, just barely noticeable in the blackness, as he gave a long, angry glare towards the officers. Schneider answered back with his own glare, stepping forward to stand closer beside the Sturmbannführer.

There was disrespect and bitterness in the man's voice as he hollered at the two officers. Not liking such mutinous words, Schneider was shifting his foot forward with the intent of putting the man in his place. Treacherous thoughts were like poison and they were contagious in a collective group of men. Especially in a situation where no one quite knew what they were doing or where they were going. The mission they had embarked on was still a mystery to some of the men, but it was the officer's duty to ensure nobody got the notion of turning around and going back. The Sturmbannführer beat the Obersturmführer to the draw however, approaching the man with swiftness and a voice that roared like the thunder that followed the flashes of lightning in the stormy sky. Schneider took a step back, digging the back of his jackboot in the mud and letting his StG 44 rest casually in his arms as he watched the scene unfold. The Sturmbannführer was quick to draw a Luger, which was effective at putting him back in his place. But Schneider couldn't help but wonder if the battle would have been better won using wit than a threat of violence.

The high tension built up from the confrontation slowly eased its way down and an awkward silence lasted for a few brief moments. Wolfram's attention was on Schneider now, looking very concerned about the current situation. He ordered the men to move out, loaded a clip into his assault rifle, and began to vanish into the trees. As Schneider worked his way into the woodlands behind the Sturmbannführer, watching to ensure the men kept their tactical spacing and were following orders. For a moment, he felt Wolfram's gaze fall upon him and only nodded at the man in silence. Was he expecting something from him? Perhaps his opinion of how he had handled the ordeal? Schneider ultimately decided that how Wolfram had handled it was the best course of action at the time and even if it wasn't, now was definitely not the time to say anything about it. The men just needed to keep their head focused on the mission and staying alert and safe.

His eyes constantly focused on the outskirts of his vision and what awaited him there, Schneider kept his focus and stayed alert. He stayed silent as he moved through the trees, making sure from the middle of the group that everyone was keeping the correct spacing between themselves. Time was running out and they had spent the better part of the night running around in the tress, praying they didn't happen to stumble into any ambushes. There was a signal from up front as they began to approach the outposts. Most of the men followed suit of the front of the pack and dropped low to the trees, keeping the noise to the minimum as they began to approach the outposts. After a few moments of slow movement, the men began to drop onto their bellies, cautious of what lie ahead. Trudging along through the damp mud on his stomach, Schneider silently approached the Sturmbannführer. It would appear, the outposts were much too silent for their liking.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The rain hadn’t seized to stop, neither had the thunder that emitted enormous growls in the forthcoming distance, heavier rain clouds in tow, as if the storm couldn’t get any worse this once fine evening. The sky, a black shrouded cloak enveloped the landscape into a new dimension, a realm that didn’t seem like the fatherland or more to the point, perhaps, the fatherland’s unsettled misery breaking through. It was a feeling that caused Sturmbannführer Wolfram to not feel at home, an unnerving sense that he was no longer on glorious German soil, but rather a broken land that had slipped from glory. Such thoughts had no cause for justice in his mind, so the Sturmbannführer paid dividend lack of attention to the bestowed daunting thoughts and feelings that stung beneath the surface of his skin. This was his home, this was his fatherland and this was the Aryans’ time to prevail in such dark times, it was a sign that the fatherland was suffering, it was the ultimate sign that the land needed to be cleansed, to be saved. Yes. Much better thoughts already.

Treading through the slog and slurry of the dirt, Sturmbannführer Wolfram kept incredibly quiet and cautiously watched the hand picked men beneath his command. These men were selected for their attributes to make a fine combatant and their keen sense of loyalty to the fatherland, yet their faces showed a different story, a haunting reminder that perhaps these men were just another growing statistic on the scale of false believers towards the Third-Reich, towards their true Aryan blood and the vendetta they now quite boldly embarked on. The demons of lost belief in the Aryan race were always fine reminders that sweet dedication was required more than anything, the belief that to all contrary surrounding them, that they fought for the right cause to cleanse the world and keep their blood from becoming tainted. It was their generation that would be sure to keep it clean.

Thoughts soon turned back towards the mission gradually and Sturmbannführer Wolfram clasped the grip holds of his assault rifle with a growing keen sense, attempting not to falter with his dwindling idle thoughts anymore. Phasing a look to his right, he watched as two of the soldiers under his wing trudged onwards, moving the line forth upon his right flank and curiously phased the same look to his left, watching a similar movement occur with three men this time. They were all sporadically littered across the line and moved in turns to march the frontline forwards and be the first to reach the next mentally marked waypoint beyond their vision; Sturmbannführer Wolfram took lead of those surrounding himself in the middle, once again giving the Obersturmführer a quiet look that suggested something was on his tongue, yet to be spoken. Perhaps it was just a look of reassurance? Knowing the Obersturmführer was there to strengthen his backbone amongst the men or perhaps there was something on the Sturmbannführer’s tongue he was yet to reveal to the fellow officer about their growing predicament? The mission was a need to know basis and Sturmbannführer Wolfram knew all, perhaps now was that time that the Obersturmführer needed to know something new.

However the look came across, Sturmbannführer Wolfram focused upfront towards the dark thicket of trees blockading each and everyman’s vision. With a low stance, he hastily moved onwards and felt his jackboots sink into the mud with each passing stride, briefly stopping behind every third tree on the winding path he ran to stop and take cover. Stopping for the third time, having moved along and around nine trees roughly, he caught his breath and raised his assault rifle, scanning the next visible twenty or thirty yards upfront through the blanket of darkness. Breaking cover, he darted the next stretch of three trees, but as he took cover he noticed one of the soldiers upfront alongside himself take immediate cover and silently signal for the column to take cover - raising his assault rifle once more, he observed the stretch ahead through the lack of visible light and barely noticed the outline of what seemed to be sandbags, most probably a machinegun nest or command point for the outpost. They were advancing from the rear upon the outpost, so it could easily be either. Other than the vague outline of stationary structures, predicated to be the outpost, there wasn’t much to look for or see.

Squinting a little from a brisk breeze of rain sweeping across his face, the Sturmbannführer lowered his weapon and leaned his back against the tree he was conveyed behind, looking towards the men close by himself. Thankfully the Obersturmführer approached his position and shared the cover, saving himself from having to find him amongst the men and perhaps stir a little unnecessary noise. “Obersturmführer, der Vorposten ist vorn” he acknowledged to the fellow officer, wiping his face with his gloved hand from the wetness that gathered, a toil of sweat, rain and dirt. “Der Vorposten ist zu ruhig, so sind wir dabei, uns ihm mit der unmittelbaren Verwarnung zu nähern. Obersturmführer, ich will, dass Sie sechs Männer ringsherum links vom Vorposten nehmen und die Wachtposten-Positionen vor dem Vorrücken in den Vorposten herausfordern. Ich weitere sechs nach rechts nehmen werden, und die Ruhe wird hier als Unterstützung bleiben und bedecken, sollen wir, zum Rückgriff haben” he advised with a plan, making it a simple pincer movement into the outpost, so if it were occupied by none other than non-friendly units, they stood a chance of laying down a crossfire on the inhabitants and still bore a fallback support and additional firepower behind the outpost. It was simple and their plan was hostile advised since the lack of firepower the outpost were once exploding, now stood dormant and silent.

Not expecting any questions on the simple plan he laid out, he lastly added: “Breiten Sie das Wort des Plans unter den Männern aus und haben Sie Ihr gewählt ausgewählt sofort. Wir treffen uns im Vorposten, wenn alles entsprechend geht, erinnern Sie sich sonst zum Rückgriff hier. Eilen Sie jetzt” and with those words spoken the Sturmbannführer moved from the cover along the line of their right flank and rallied one man in between another, so a thin spread of manpower still remained. Their questionable looks followed, but he was sure the word would spread amongst the men quickly of the orders and those now following his lead, he would speak with personally on their next move.

Hunkering down with the six men randomly chosen from the line of men he moved along, Sturmbannführer Wolfram spoke with haste on the situation and fulfilled them on the plan to pincer onto the outpost; they’ll be taking the right flank and Obersturmführer Schneider will be taking the left flank, with an immediate fallback and support remaining at their current position for an immediate withdrawal should their engagement with the outpost falter. Hopefully, all would bode well and the outpost was merely silent after having crossed wires with the large partisan group moving towards the mountains, rallying Jews to safety, like a march of vermin seeking higher ground from the downpour of rain. Hopefully, the silence meant nothing, but instinctively there was cause to be aware…

After giving the Obersturmführer a few minutes to gather his men and pass on the orders to the fellow subordinates holding the line, he decided to move his squad up along the right flank gradually and continued to keep the same discipline of tactical spacing and a silent persona as they advanced on the outpost’s right exterior. As they ventured closer, more detail began to frame the outpost’s structure and a small smouldering of smoke billowed like mist surrounding around the outpost. The smell of burning soon followed however, a charred vapour of burnt wood and damp mud mingled like a wrenching fragrance that couldn’t be misplaced for anything other than death or destruction. The smell made one of the men behind the Sturmbannführer muffle a gag, it smelt horrendous and the rain seemed to help carry the stomach turning scent between the trees with each small wisp of breeze that broke through the canopy above. This wasn’t a settling sign and Sturmbannführer Wolfram embraced himself for the visual effects to follow, like a jigsaw, new pieces were expected to frame the picture as a whole.

Advancing on the outpost slowly, he readied to challenge any sentries that may be hidden and flagged for his band of men to take up positions surrounding himself; all of the men fell into cover and readied their assault rifles towards the outpost and whatever slightly visible structures that could make out through the darkness, readying for a conflict at the worse.


Translations:[/b]

Obersturmführer, der Vorposten ist vorn.
Obersturmführer, the outpost is up ahead.

Der Vorposten ist zu ruhig, so sind wir dabei, uns ihm mit der unmittelbaren Verwarnung zu nähern. Obersturmführer, ich will, dass Sie sechs Männer ringsherum links vom Vorposten nehmen und die Wachtposten-Positionen vor dem Vorrücken in den Vorposten herausfordern. Ich weitere sechs nach rechts nehmen werden, und die Ruhe wird hier als Unterstützung bleiben und bedecken, sollen wir, zum Rückgriff haben.
The outpost is too quiet, so we're going to approach it with immediate caution. Obersturmführer, I want you to take six men around to the left of the outpost and challenge the sentry positions before advancing into the outpost. I'll shall take another six to the right and the rest will remain here as support and cover, should we have to fallback.

Breiten Sie das Wort des Plans unter den Männern aus und haben Sie Ihr gewählt ausgewählt sofort. Wir treffen uns im Vorposten, wenn alles entsprechend geht, erinnern Sie sich sonst zum Rückgriff hier. Eilen Sie jetzt.
Spread the word of the plan amongst the men and have your chosen selected immediately. We'll meet in the outpost if all goes accordingly, otherwise remember to fallback here. Now hurry.