We Got Hit! (Joachim)

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

It had been a seemingly boring day until the order came through that Edzard would be running a Personal Security Detail (PSD) for a newly transferred officer into the unit. Edzard reviewed the file he was given, nothing major, just a routine sweep of the ghetto's in the downtown area. A few convoy trucks, a pair of armored cars, one at the front, one at the rear, should have gone perfectly fine, but things should never have been considered routine.

Crimm left his Ghillie suit locked away in his room, taking only his rifle and blade along for the trip, after all there wasn't enough foliage in the area for him to utilize. It had been quite some time since he had been mobilized without his accustomed camouflage. He took his position in the vehicle the new Officer would be traveling in, but wasn't too much for talking, he had a job to do, he just wanted to do it and get back to a hot meal, he had spent a good many weeks in the field as of late and he received this order immediately upon his return, having to forfeit the hot food didn't go over so well but he had expressed no opinion on the matter only nodded and headed off to the armory to refit his ammunition.

For the most part the ride there went off with no problems, the occasional feisty resident, and the occasional gun shot from the lower ranked enlisted men performing the sweep to subdue anyone that finally got tired of dealing with. But Crimm's attention was on the roof tops, the small alley ways down the road, places where some poor soul felt like they could lay in wait to make a difference. The civilians couldn't get weapons easily, but it happened on the rare occasion, and there was no telling what they hadn't found and seized as of yet, this was a fact soon to brought to their attention in a very loud and confusing manner.

Quick and clean, let's get this done and get out of here. Crimm thought as he pulled his eye away from his scope for a moment to look over the events unfolding around him and the Officer. He had yet found the need to fire a shot, but he had noticed quite a large increase in movement that started shortly after they arrived among the people that weren't even being bothered by the search. Such things didn't sit too well with the Scharführer but it didn't seem peculiar enough to warrant him reporting such things. He would find in the near future that would be a mistake, and possibly a lethal one at that.

[Joachim von Goethe]

Obersturmfuhrer von Goethe swayed in time with the truck as it rumbled across the Ghetto's rough roads, small pebbles getting picked up by the wheels. Joachim adjusted his Officer's field cap, letting a few hazlenut-gold bangs fall from underneath the brim. Two big Panzerwagons from annexed Austria followed infront and behind, their twin MG-42s swiveling mechanicly in the turret. There would likely be no need for such weapons, but it was a needed precausion, also making every man in the PSD convoy to be armed. In several larger Ghettos rebellions and something alike Partisan attacks had already started springing up. It was uncommon, but not impossible, for the Jews, Slavs, Gypsies and Homosexuals to get their hands on knives, rifles, and even explosives. That was exactly the reason they were conducting the search at that moment, for a check on both weapons but also alcohol, cigarettes, and other guilty sins not fit to be enjoyed by the impure races.

About every block a few soldiers would hope out of the beds of the trucks and enter a few housholds at random, completely tearing it apart to find anything that waranted the arrest and probable execution of the owner. So far the Germans had found nothing and were somewhat happy with the outcome, only two or three shots had been fired the whole time. Joachim was rather enjoying the break from regular soldiering, gazing up at the sky through the uncovered canopy. He reached into his lower tunic pocket and pulled out a small silver case engraved with Edelweiss flowers around a Iron Cross and a lighter. He flipped open the cap of the case revealing two rows of fresh cigarettes, the smell of tobacco swirling around the cabin of the truck. He pulled one of the filtered cigarettes and stuck it between his lips, lighting the end with the lighter. Trying to be friendly Joachim offered the case and the lighter to Crimm. After waiting for the Scharfuhrer's response before tossing them both to Willi, whom he didn't even have to ask to light up. After a few moments Damsch tossed them back and Joachim returned them to its original pocket, puffing his before knocking some ash of the edge of the truck.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard turned sharply as a blunt object reached out from behind him and tapped his back. Nothing to raise alarm, but it was just unexpected, the Officer offered him a cigarette which he calmly shook his head before turning once more, Crimm was still a bit unknowing of camaraderie, most of his time was spent alone and the only person he every really called a friend had been on leave for quite some time, Edzard had no idea when he was returning or even why he left, the man had never said bye to him or anything. The Scharführer thought of him often, but passed that man he really didn't have many people to talk to, course he didn't have many things to talk of either. The military life had numbed him for the most part, especially sniper school, even when he was involved with enemy engagements he was off by himself, alone. And it didn't really bother him, but he figured some of the men wondered what went through his head at times, always quiet.

Then the smell of the tobacco filled the small compartment, maybe it hit him more than most, granted humans had a horrible sense of smell. He tried to keep himself as clean as possible so as to not leave a trail and to possibly pick up on the smell of fuel or gun powder, maybe the occasional battlefield BM, these were all things he searched for to gather Intel on the enemy. Now the tobacco was becoming quite over whelming to him, so he stepped out of the vehicle moving at it's slow pace and followed along side for the remainder of the journey down the road. Not exactly the smartest move, but at least it would keep his head clear while he was outside the wire.

A semi elderly man sprang out up ahead of the convoy from the alley way, Crimm placing his scope over the man's torso as quickly as possible, but he seemed to have no hostile intent as he crossed the road, looking toward the German's in a scared fashion. However about the time they rounded the next corner there were a few more civilians in the road way, and one of them was indeed armed, but there was a crowd, granted the German's didn't usually care about collateral damage, but the last thing they needed on their hands was a blood bath, they would end up with all kinds of trouble the next time they ventured into the area. It seemed that the gunner had yet to notice, which was to be expected Crimm figured he may as well save the next convoy a bit of a headache and leave the crowd intact, well they would probably scatter, he stopped and shouldered his weapon in one movement and drew a bead on the possible assailant, waiting until there were no bystanders behind them he fired a single shot. Maybe a smidge too high, but it seemed to have at least skimmed the man's heart, he dropped like a sack of potatoes and they continued on as ordered.

[Joachim von Goethe]

Crimm shook his head at Joachim's offer of a cigarette before exiting the truck with his rifle. The Obersturmfuhrer just shrugged, making his shoulder boards wrinkle with the neutral gesture. He hoped he hadn't offended the sniper in any way, but Joachim doubted he had, the man was probably just a non-social person or just didn't feel like making conversation.

Von Goethe's ill span of self-amusement started to taper out, and the officer slid his Luger pistol from its holster and made sure the safety was on before letting the magazine drop out from the grip and slap against his trousers. He put the magazine on the bench next to him and pulled back the action of his pistol, the two mechanical arms folding together, hoisting the tiny round shaped striker from its resting place and suspending it in the air. Joachim had not had the pistol for long, it had just been given to him when he had transferred to the Waffen-SS. From what he could tell the Fuhrer's elite soldiers were much better equipped than the Wehrmacht, where an officer was lucky to have a better rifle than a G43, let alone a pistol and scoped Mauser. Joachim weighed the weapon in his palm, letting the weight evenly distribute down his fingertips. Von Goethe closed his fingers around the grip, pointing it up at the sky and looking through the hairlike sights. It was a good sidearm, but he was yet to see it shoot and if it packed enough lead to bring down a man with one or two shots.

A while later Joachim heard a shot that was very close and sharp, like the distinct pop of a FG-42. He immediately thought about Crimm and who that shot landed in, let it be a good or bad target. Curiosity overcame the young officer and he closed and loaded his Luger, holding it in his right hand as he stood up and made his way to the edge of the truck. Teetering at the edge Joachim stepped out onto the bumper, sliding his way down to the to the edge of the truck and letting himself lean off the corner and gazing out. There was a dead Jew being carried off the street, a bullet hole right near the stitched Star of David. He guessed it was the one Crimm had shot, and wondered if the man had been armed.

Just as the officer was about to slip back inside the compartment the hobnails of his boot slipped and his legs went right up, his haunches smacking off the bumper before he was spilled into the road, just in front of the Panzerwagon in the rear. "Shit!" Joachim whispered as he curled up into the fetal position in front of the wheels. He rolled to the right and smacked into a roadside ditch filled with fermenting mud, but it was better than being crushed by the treads of the armored car. Von Goethe slipped back onto the road and grabbed his luger, which miraculously had not been flattened. The officer then jogged back up to the convoy and leaped on the back of the truck with the help of Willi, sitting on the bench, gasping for breath.

OOC: Perhaps we should make the attack come soon?

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

OOC: Sounds good to me, just wanted to set the atmosphere a bit before the hit came.

IC: Crimm picked up his pace to put himself slightly in front of the vehicle so he could stop and withdraw his blade with which to etch another small tick mark into the buttstock of his weapon. He had left his record book in his locker with his suit, thinking it was to be an uneventful maneuver, he'd fill the stats into the small booklet when he returned. By the time he sheathed his blade and looked up he niced Goethe leaning out of the back, seemed he was curious of the shot, seemed right, he was still new around these parts. Crimm took up a slow jog to catch up when he noticed the man stumble from the rear of the convoy truck and Crimm's eyes widened as he leaned forward into a full sprint I swear to god if I fail this mission because you weren't paying attention I will piss on your grave! Ran through his mind as he slammed into the driver door of the armored vehicle about to run the man over, he tried to reach inside while screaming at the driver, but his words and actions were halted as he noticed the dark figure come rolling out from the path of the vehicle, landing in some pretty nasty gunk, but alive none the less. Edzard hoped down from the running boards and shook his head, once the officer had retaken his perch on the truck Crimm smiled for a moment before picking up a brisk walk to return to his self appointed position up near the driver's door of their vehicle.

Things seemed to be going rather well for the time being, nothing out of the ordinary really. That all changed at the next corner. As they approached the intersection a huge cloud of dirt, smoke and debris filled the roadway, coming from both sides, an explosion, no two of them. It seemed like a timed ordeal, no way it copuld have been a German citizen taking out their revenge on the lesser race, this was coordinated, and that was just a bit too out of the ordinary. Crimm froze for just a moment, it had been quite a long time he had seen action up close, usually it was at the other end of his scope and he wasn't standing in the middle of the road. A booming voice came from the loud speaker of the front vehicle in the convoy "Zurück es nach oben! Bewegen Sie Bewegung!" snapped Crimm out of it and he threw up his arm motioning for the vehicles behind him to put them into reverse and make haste. Edzard himself darted to the back of the Truck and lept onto the rear.

"Häufen Sie aus Haufen draußen an! Funddecke und reinigt diese Gebäude!" he spat quickly, he might not have been the ranking man in the vehicle, but he was leading the PSD and his top priority was the protection of Joachim. The men began jumping out filing into the parrallel buildings on both sides of the street. Crimm stepped away from the truck for a moment to look toward the front and then the rear of the convoy. Things seemed odd still, there were explosions, but there was no immediate attack...this wasn't the resistance. It was the jews themselves, had to have been. And withing moments they were piling into the streets at the rear of the convoy, most armed with melee weapons, the ones fortunate enough to have small arms had taken up positions in the windows, and soon to be discovered on the rooftops.

Crimm walked up to the rear of the vehicle once more "Sie comming mit mir Herr, ergreift Ihren Gang!" he shouted over the ringing in his ears, they couldn't remain in the road, at least not in an unarmored convoy truck, their best bet was indoors and that's exactly where Crimm wanted the Officer to be. He outstretched his hand to help the muddy man down and waited for him to pick a side of the road to go to. Crimm would take lead for the Officer and hope the man would stay hot on his heels.



TRANSLATIONS:

Zurück es nach oben! Bewegen Sie Bewegung!
Back it Up! Move Move!


Häufen Sie aus Haufen draußen an! Funddecke und reinigt diese Gebäude!
Pile out pile out! Find cover and clear these buildings!

Sie comming mit mir Herr, ergreift Ihren Gang!
You're comming with me sir, grab your gear!

[Nathan Whyte]

Closure

Crimm: 5CP
von Goethe: 3CP


Issued.