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[Jonas Merhoff]

As he hummed along with the music that honored his beloved Fatherland he could hear glass smashing in the distance, and seconds later the Brit was trying to shoot him from across the street. Jonas was of course in too much of a defense position for that. The bullet whizzed by and the Hauptmann rose from his position slightly so that he could aim over the table. The bullet spiraled out of the rifle and hopefully towards the Recon Scout who was in the opposite window. Mainly as a warning shot to keep his head down.

Once he had let out his bullet and released it's shell, the Aryan Captain got low and shoulder rammed the table with might. It screeched across the floor until it finally blocked off the whole of the window. Silently, Jonas crept back to his old spot in the abandoned French restaurant. The window he had been using previously had been shattered by Jonas's rifle so that there were no sharp edges around the window. Perfect how it worked out for the middle-aged man in the end. From the Brit's position in the neighboring building, he wouldn't spot the German's exit. And he'd probably be far too busy trying to take cover.

As silent as possible, Jonas reached his left foot out the window and placed it firmly on the ground. Then he gently lifted his right foot over as he stood perpendicular to the window, and balanced himself as he managed to step out of the window without making any noise. Keeping his back to the wall, he slowly moved around the corner trying not to step on any glass to make noise.

Upon sneaking around the corner, Jonas crouched down and began to move as fast as possible without making any noise. Turning another corner, he slowed until he reached the end and halted.
It was deathly silent as Jonas peered around the corner, his rifle steadied on the windows across the street. He saw no figures moving or any silhouettes so he assumed it was safe to presume the recon scout was hiding. Now was his time to move and he had to execute it quickly.

Jonas nearly threw himself onto the street and around the corner, dashing like a wild man. The sound obviously to make his foe believe he was heading for the shattered window, but in fact it wasn't. As Jonas crossed over into the grass, he fired a shot through the window, not to hit the man, but to keep him down. Then he slammed himself into the door, before averting back to stealth.

Keeping low enough to pass beneath the window, Jonas turned the corner of the building as quickly as he could. Hopefully drawing his attention away from this side of the building, Jonas was crouched by the window on the scout's right flank, and bashed the window in with the butt of his rifle. As soon as his rifle smashed through the window, Jonas had sprung up at the window and aimed his rifle screaming "Drop ze veapon!" As he spotted the Brit and opened fire once more, towards the torso of the man who was crouching down behind and piano for cover. Never would have seen Jonas until it was too late.

[Nathan Whyte]

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Jonas:

Firing a shot at Bargett, the bullet made him duck down and avoid being hit.

Further shots of covering fire also imapacted into the piano.

Smashing the window with the butt of his rifle, when he sprung up Bargett had ample time to aim and shoot.

The bullet impacted in the chest of Jonas, breaking a rib. The bullet is still in their, and the bone fragments. The bullet made him fall over backwards, so he is just inside his window.

Retreat is reccomended for Jonas, if he manages to get out of this situation.

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[Mac Bargett]

With every shot that pierced the piano that Mac had ducked under, it’s value slowly decreased. Clearly the German did not like getting shot at. Mac wondered how he would react when one of the GI bullet’s finally find their mark. He won’t have long to find out though. The glass in a window on the other side of the dance floor was smashed. Mac instantly took position for the piano to steady his aim as he pointed his rifle towards the window. The German appeared, attempting to do the same thing with the window. In that same second, Mac fired his rifle. The recoil caused him to blink, and when he opened his eyes, the German was gone. Mac must have shot him. Now it would be time to finish him off.

Mac tossed his pack under the piano and grabbed a grenade from out of it. Mac would be taking no chances now. He jumped up off the floor and rushed to the door and slammed it open. Right before he turned the corner, a single moved away from the grip of the Lee Enflied and grabbed the grenade’s pin. His left had a firm hold on the grenade’s lever as he pulled it free from the pin. As he rounded the corner, he raised the grenade over his head ready to throw it at the German. But what he saw on the other side of the wall caused him to lower the explosive.

He had shot the German in the gut, and the Kraut was just lying on the ground, looking up to the sky. The grenade would have been wasted. Mac was no doctor, but he doubted the German had any chance of returning to his own lines, and Mac would not be able to bring in as POW alive, it would be best just to send a bullet through his head now and save everyone the trouble. Mac shouldered his rifle, and rested the stock on his left wrist to steady his aim. Slowly he brought the gun up to point it at his enemy’s head, but unlike the previous shot, where the targeting was instaneous, Mac faltered. His hands started shaking and his wound started to burn like hell’s BBQ. He lowered the weapon and stuck it in his left armpit. Mac couldn’t do it, he couldn’t kill an injured man in cold blood. It’s just like back in Pennsylvania, he could never shoot a deer. He had the upper hand, he could take a life if he wanted to, but he didn’t need to hunt to eat and although Germany is the very definition of evil, this German could not harm Mac.

Mac stared at the Kraut's bloody bullet and rubbed his own wrapped wound. In clean, crisp German, Mac simply said, “Auge um Auge” and brought his hand up his right breast pocket, the one over his heart, pulled out a small leather book, and tossed it beside the German’s head before quickly walking backwards towards the other building. That was the Lutheran Bible his church and given to him before he had shipped out. He couldn’t promise the German survival or even a quick death, but at least he can give him salvation. And if the soldier of satan did survive, he might be able to find religion and redeem his life.

Once Mac reached the far side of the other building, he gripped the grenade tightly and slipped the pin back in. He double checked that it was secure, then placed it in his pocket. Mac trotted along the building and stopped at window the German smashed open to peek in. It was a restaurant, and empty. That had been the only German, and now Mac’s mission was complete. So he walked back to the dance hall and opened the door. He picked up his pack again, and then walked over behind the bar to try and find some unopened bottle so the mission wasn‘t a total loss.

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"Auge um Auge"
"Eye for an eye"

NOOOOOO! He's an evil little turd, why did you let him live?!?!

[Jonas Merhoff]

As the glass shattered, Jonas sprung up in place of the window only to find his enemy already aiming at him. He was in better condition then Jonas had initially planned. He had expected to come face to face with a man who could barely hold his rifle due to excessive blood loss in his arm, but no. He was now standing in front of a man who had ample time to fire and appeared as if he hadn't even been nicked. It was inevitable that before Jonas could squeeze off a round he was nailed in the chest. All of a sudden, there was the most incredible, shocking impact he could ever imagine like having a quarter stick of dynamite go off in his shirt pocket. His legs gave out on him and he was thrown back about 2 to 5 feet. There was simultaneously, a feeling like a bomb went off inside of his chest, and that of being jack-hammered through his chest and all of this, all at once. Then, everything seemed to go into slow motion as he was sent flying backwards.

It was almost as if Jonas couldn't feel his body, he was so numb from pain. His face paled and his rifle had wound up a few feet away from his body. Gazing at the sky, he felt the blood rush from his chest and stain his perfect uniform. A goner. He, who had served his Fatherland for nearly 45 years now, a goner. All because of one miscalculation in his plan. No, two miscalculations. First, there was the grenade he was expecting to pull off it's respectful spot and toss into the window as he crossed the street. But he most of lost it before the skirmish. Then there was this whole part... the man able to aim his rifle like he was part of a Wild West showdown.

On the opposite side of the building, he listened as the door was slammed open. Now though, Jonas made his peace with God, even though he didn't really believe it. He had been atheist for his entire life, pretending to follow the Fuhrer's religion as to not jeopardize himself. But now, he was uncertain of himself. Jonas grew up in a house where he was physically abused by his father and never really got involved in religious activity and by the time he did, he just didn't believe it. Long had he expected though that in his older years he would do something to figure himself out and be awakened to a religion or find another explanation to prepare for his inevitable death. But now, war was taken him away at a younger age then he had suspected. So the only thing he could do, is recite one of the prayers he had learned and make his peace with a God he didn't quite believe to prepare for death.

His head turned over and he stared at the scout who had raised his weapon to put Jonas out of his misery. A real man; a soldier. At least Jonas would go out with some honor. He had seen so many possibilities to wind this rather simple fight, but he had made a fluke and now his life was coming to an end. The rifle was lowered though and he was now walking toward Jonas. He muttered something and then tossed Jonas a Lutheran bible before turning his back on the Hauptmann.

"Feigling! Feigling! Ich dachte, dass ich mit einem Fetzen von Würde durch einen wirklichen Mann herausgehen würde! Ein wirklicher Soldat! Ihr nichts aber eine Schande!" Jonas's chest ached with pain as he leaned over and clutched his rifle in his hands. He used it to lift himself off from his pitiful spot in the grass and then leaned his body against the dance hall. Raising the Kar at the man's back, he realized he was about to commit of the most cowardly of cowardly acts. His blood loss and survival was more important to him anyway, as he needed to be tended to. Crouching down using his rifle as support, he lifted the bible from it's spot in the grass and slipped it into a chest pocket. He didn't plan to find religion any longer, but it would be a great return gift when he saw the cowardly dog choke up on his own blood. The man wasn't worthy to face Jonas as an adversary, if he hadn't the gut to even finish Jonas off. There was no victor here today. Where the scout could have succeeded and claimed victory... he failed. A draw. The Sergeant wouldn't be so fortunate next time, facing a middle aged man with a simple rifle. Using his rifle for support and his hand to cover his bullet wound to at least slow the bleeding, Jonas made off down the road to a medical outpost that would be a few minutes walking away. "Coward."



Translations:

"Feigling! Feigling! Ich dachte, dass ich mit einem Fetzen von Würde durch einen wirklichen Mann herausgehen würde! Ein wirklicher Soldat! Ihr nichts aber eine Schande!"
- "Coward! Coward! I thought I would go out with a shred of dignity by a real man! A real soldier! Your nothing but a disgrace! "

[Nathan Whyte]

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Right then.

Jonas has retreated like the little girl he is. Bargett wins!

Sgt. Bargett: 25CP - You managed to get into a good position, but luck was certainly a large part in victory

Cpt. Merhoff: 15CP - You could have won this, maybe if you had a bit more gear at your disposal, and luck just wasn't on your side.



Issued -JT