Die letzte Patrouille [Lisa]

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Country: France
Current Time: June 9th, 1942; 18:15
Weather Conditions: Semi-Dark, Light rain.

The sky was a Grayish-Black color along with a light rain sprinkling down upon the three troops on their patrol. Wolfrick stared into what seemed an endless mystery. The troops has been sent on a patrol around the outskirts of a local occupied French city. Each individual man wondered why they had to go on their sixth patrol this week. "Sir?! you alright sir?" Asked Private Stover. Wolfrick , nearly lost in the mysterious sky. "Huh? yes Wilhelm, i am fine. and for gods sake please call me Wolfrick.. leave that Sir stuff for when we are amongst the others." Wolfrick said in a soft toned voice. Stover replied with a quick and acknowledging "Yes Sir". Wolfrick held his Gewehr 43 tightly while walking along the country side. A barn off in the distance could easily be seen.


"Cmon men, let's move, could be some Amis in that barn for all we know." Wolfrick stated. Wolfrick crouched and moved toward the barn, His comrades alongside him. "Corporal Lodz take Stover and go around back and secure the perimeter." Wolfrick demanded. Lodz nodded and quickly started moving, Stover right behind him. Wolfrick moved toward the door of the old barn. "Was there a farm here at one time? Was this used as a storage?" questions ran through Wolfrick's mind as he approached his destination. Wolfrick set his rifle against the barn side and gripped the door, slowly opening it. "SCREEEECH" the sound the door made whilst being opened. Wolfrick gripped his rifle and went inside.

"Hallo?!?!" Wolfrick called out. His voice echoing in the barn, Wolfrick looked around the barn , his mind set focused on his duty as a soldier. "Big barn" Wolfrick thought, looking up toward the loft in the barn. Wolfrick slowly approached the ladder. He strung his Gewehr around his shoulder and started to climb the ladder. "Hallo! This is now Wehrmacht property, if anyone is here you are to evacuate Immediately!" Wolfrick said sternly. Wolfrick spotted a table in the corner of the loft. He approached it, examining the contents on it. He gripped to a French book that sat on the table. He tried to make out the title, but it was too hard to see. He quickly set the book down and looked to a cot next to the table. "Someone must live here." Wolfrick muttered.

Wolfrick climbed down the ladder and walked outside. "Lodz! Stover! Status report!?!" Wolfrick shouted. Lodz and Stover came jogging around the corner. "All clear sir" Lodz announced to Wolfrick. "Good good, listen theres a bed and cot in there in the loft. I think somebody lives here or at least has stayed here once or twice." Wolfrick stated. Lodz and Stover immediately went into the barn and searched it. "No ones here now, Si...Wolfrick." Stover said. "Take cover and we shall wait to see if they return." Wolfrick said. Lodz and stover both gave a nod. All the men quickly took cover. Wolfrick stood in the loft with his Gewehr out. Lodz hid right next to the door behind a stack of hay bales. Stover stood in the left hand side corner of the barn where it was so dark Wolfrick couldn't even spot him. The men sat there and waited for the occupier to return.

[lisawieserman1941]

Patting her horse's broad neck, Lisa spoke to him gently...

"We are almost home...boy. I will get us out of the rain. Nice work today staying put when I needed you after blowing the bridge. Maybe that helped American paratroopers if they invaded the area. Less tanks mean less deaths, even for us partisans. Let's see them cross a 12 foot river with a surging current," she said adding a smirk as if Guardian understood her. Lisa was getting used to talking to her stallion since her French was horrible, and not many understood English, nor spoke it. She read a few French books, but deemed the feat hopeless to speak it, let alone comprehend all of it.

Her thoughts then drifted to a certain Wehrmacht Corporal whom she befriended in 1940 when she was just 18, receiving a bullet from him and his friendship after trying to steal his motorcycle. Lisa owned an Indian motorcycle back in the states. She speculated by now he had been drafted into myriad skirmishes against the enemy. She still conjured up hope he was alive and they would be reunited. The young partisan now 21, having lived past her birthday on April 26, ironically only days after Hitler's, was in the resistance since the age of 20 when she was given a horse and money from her Uncle. The money she spent on a Lee Enfield rifle. She worked alone for the most part, but was granted the proper tools for her sabotage war efforts from an English speaking French Resistance fighter who only gave his code name: Dark Interloper, after selling him a few bottles of her Uncle's best wine he resold on the Black market. Lisa dealt with the black market before, but tried to avoid its shady owners if at all possible. She preferred to deal with the Frenchman.

Upon nearing the barn Lisa used as her hideout, the Belgium cross suddenly got spooked as he lunged to his left. She was almost thrown off not expecting the abrupt move.

"What's the matter Guardian...smell something?"

Now Lisa was unsure to go on. Taking the rifle out from the saddle holster, she urged Guardian to go further till they halted 10 feet from the barn. Her own senses picked up an unsettled air. Dismounting the horse, she tied his reins around a sturdy tree and motioned carefully to the barn. Deciding to rush in the door if anyone was using her place as a hotel, with her rifle at the ready, Lisa clamored in protest of English..."This is my place! Get out or I shoot!"

Her jaw almost dropped as she pivoted and took in the arresting sight of a Waffen SS German soldier, a Corporal behind the hay, his green helmet with lightning bolts and a swastika unmistakable as well as his Mauser sighted on her. The blond American partisan did not see his Sergeant in the loft, nor the other Private.

"Nicht Schiessen! Ich bin ein Deutscher," she called out in his language hoping to fool him, unaware of the trap that was unfolding to ensnare her. A heavy New York accent must have strangled the tongue betraying her as the enemy. It had been so long since she spoke German, she had no idea if her grammar was correct. Perspiration caught Lisa in one eye, blinking it away she decided to keep her rifle in check on the soldier, praying he would lower his own. Lisa had never killed a German soldier, and had no desire to have blood on her hands.



Translations:
"Nicht Schiessen! Ich bin ein Duetscher!"
"Don't shoot! I am a German!"

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Lodz with his rifle aimed upon the mysterious women looked over to were Stover should be. He saw the shining of the barrel of the k98k extending form the corner. "Wer sind Sie? Amerikaner? Französisch? Zigeuner?" Lodz stated hearing the unknown accent to him. Wolfrick heard Lodz yell out the statement and realized someone must've shown up. Wolfrick quickly took his G43 and ran to the edge of the loft. He aimed his rifle down toward the american. "Parlez-vous français? Vous êtes Français?" "Do you speak English? Are you an American?" Wolfrick stated both with heavy German accents. "Keep your aim on her boys" Wolfrick stated.


Wolfrick than moved toward the ladder, throwing the G43 over his should so that the sling is around Wolfrick's shoulder. Wolfrick than climbed down the ladder. He than motioned for Stover to move toward Lisa. Stover stood five feet away from lisa, his k98k still aimed at her heart area. Lodz moved away from the hay bales, and toward the barn door, still keeping his aim. Wolfrick approached Lisa, examining her well. "Hmm you look french, but sound American. i am confused and i advise you to drop the rifle, or there will be a problem." Wolfrick stated. Wolfrick than stepped back a few steps. "I am Sergeant Wolfrick Fehrer, and you are?" Wolfrick questioned, his eyes squinting.


Wolfrick paced around, his hand bundled together behind his back. He thought of what to do with the now prisoner. He smirked to one of his thoughts. He than gleamed over to Lisa. "Well miss, you will be taken prisoner and taken back to the fatherland. You shouldn't of came in with a gun." Wolfrick stated, grinning. "Stover, Schnell!" Wolfrick demanded. Stover than found the nearest piece of rope. He approached Lisa, forcefully putting her hands behind her back, Stover tied them together tightly. Stover than stepped back and nudged the barrel of his rifle into the center of lisa's back. "M'am can i ask you to walk outside?" Wolfrick asked politely.

1) Who are you? American? French? Gypsy?
2)do you speak french? are you french?

[lisawieserman1941]

Cursing under her breath, Lisa had no option but to surrender her rifle as well as her self or be shot for escaping. Anyone in her position would be a fool to run with their hands bound and three rifles trained on her. She did not like the feeling of the muzzle of the weapon against her back. It brought back memories when she was captured by a patrol in 1940 when she abducted her Uncle's rifle secreted in the basement and set out for target practice out of sheer boredom. The platoon leader, a first Lieutenant, ordered his men to take her to the town, over 5 clicks, where her Uncle was working at his portrait shop. Lisa was eventually released, but not before the Lt. reprimanded her for shooting a rifle whereas no civilians were allowed to shoot, let alone own one. Her Uncle complained he was too busy to recall even owning the rifle he used for hunting years ago when the work was slow, but apologized for not turning it in, making excuses for his niece as a wild American his sister dumped on him. Since he painted German officers, he was just given a warning, as was Lisa to stay out of trouble.

Dammit! What do I do now? Lisa pondered, now aware it was a Waffen SS squad who captured her.

"Well...Sergeant, since you speak English, I gather you have already figured out I am an American, which is true, but I am half German on my father's side, half French on my mother's. A gal living in the country has to own a rifle in these times. How should I defend myself against any man trying to have his way with me? I am not talking about you German soldiers, but men camped in the country where I ride my horse. They could shoot me off my horse and..." she retreated into her words before adding, "take me."

Lisa all the time struggled from the ropes to no avail, her wrists now reddened, sliding against the bind. As they ventured back out in the rain, the partisan sighed at her horse, tightly secured to a tree.

"Sergeant? May I ask you release my stallion? He will run to my Uncle's home where he will be cared for. You just can't leave him there. How will he eat or drink? My Uncle, whom I reside with, would take good care for him. And may I add he is held in high regard for painting German officers' portraits. It may look bad for you to hold his niece and take her to Germany without finding out information," Lisa commented, looking for a way out of the mess.

"My name is Lisa Wieserman by the way. Yes, it is a German name. Ask around town. You will find I am a civilian and telling the truth. I only use the barn to get away from my head strong Uncle who is always in a grouchy mood mocking me for not learning the language. He will be angry about my rifle, but as I said, I need it for protection."

Lisa was working on the non-com to instill a warning in him about facing any officer who had done business with her Uncle. If it did not strike a nerve, she would be facing a possible death sentence in Germany as a suspected partisan.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Wolfrick glared at the horse while lisa asked about letting it go. Wolfrick pondered to the horse than back to lisa. "I'll think about letting it go, for now i cannot. I am truly sorry." Wolfrick said. Wolfrick approached Lodz and whispered into his ear. "Take the horse deep into the forest and make sure it won't see day ever again." Wolfrick whispered so lowly only that Lodz would hear. Lodz nodded and hopped up onto the horse. Lodz talked softly to the horse and galloped off into the horizon. "I will allow the horse to be taken to your uncle's by Lodz" Wolfrick said to lisa with a nice smile on his face.

Wolfrick heard lisa talk about her uncle and took it as a threat. He approached lisa and stared her in the eyes. "Listen here miss, i could easily execute you and no one would ever know, i do not fear your uncle and the men he knows, Lodz grandfather is part of the government and could easily get me off the hook, so choose your words wisely." Wolfrick barked. Wolfrick's face was very red when he stepped away from the girl. Wolfrick gripped to the lee enfield and dissembled the bolt. He took the bolt and threw it toward the highland grass. "you won't be using this anymore, American.." Wolfrick stated, still pissed at the american.


Wolfrick took the rest of the rifle and set it on the ground. He reached into his pocket and brought out some matches. He struck the matches and watched them glow abit. He than dropped the matches near the open bolt, where a bullet lay on the gun. He quickly ran toward the barn. The bullet exploded when the fire hit the primer. Wolfrick looked to the gun now starting to burst in flame. He smiled slightly and looked toward lisa.



Wolfrick approached Private Stover who still kept aim on lisa. "Stover take her toward Checkpoint A, 3 km to the east." Wolfrick ordered with a calm tone. Stover nodded and pushed lisa slightly and told her to move forward. Wolfrick looked toward the city wondering who her uncle was. "Wait!, what is your uncle's name?" Wolfrick questioned. Wolfrick smiled to lisa while he waited for an answer. After a few moments he nodded for Stover to get her to the checkpoint.

Wolfrick marched toward the town, hoping to find lisa's uncle to question. Wolfrick hoped lisa wouldn't try anything stupid while in Stover's care. Wolfrick knew Stover was a very aggressive man and wouldn't take any bullsh*t. Wolfrick thought of lisa as a nice person at first and didn't want any innocent blood just for a slip up. Wolfrick carried on happily toward the city. He hoped that Lodz took care of that problem and was on his way toward Stover.

[lisawieserman1941]

"Find him yourself! And I will buy another rifle! I promise you this!" Lisa blasted at him expecting it would wipe that smile off his face, outraged at his blatant arrogance, paying no mind to his threat of execution thinking he would win a decoration in bringing an American criminal alive rather than taking her out on the spot.

As the horse was 300 yards from them far in the thickets, he stopped short, relieving himself of his rider. Lodz fell over his head and hit the ground hard losing the reins in his grasp while in the process. When he brought his weapon to bear, the stallion was out of range. Lisa had trained him to not allow another person ride him. The Corporal was no doubt in rage of being thrown off his acquired mount. Lisa heard Guardian's triumphant neigh echo through the woods as a wry smile met her lips. Her attention then met the Private guarding her.

"You think you can handle me Soldat? Sprechen Sie Englisch? She asked the soldier in German if he spoke English to get him off guard with a vocal response.

In a split second, Lisa dropped down to her right of Stover on her back, kicking him behind his right kneecap with her left boot in an attempt to trip him. Seeing a movement in his balance, she shed no time in rolling back up and making a dash for it into the trees before the street came into view.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Stover quickly tried to regain balance. He grabbed his rifle and carefully aimed his sights on Lisa's back. "HALT!!! AMERIKANER!!!" Stover Screamed. He slowly moved toward Lisa, His sights aimed where the heart would be. His face bright red with anger. The sound of the horse was heard in the distance. Stover looked toward the forest where the sounds came from. He kept close watch on Lisa. "Stop right there and put your hands up or ill shoot!" Stover yelled at the American. "You are intelligent, yes, but not intelligent enough." Stover said with a smirk on his face.

Lodz struggled to get to his feet as the stallion galloped off. He held his neck and felt the warmness of blood. He than looked to his hand and saw blood. Lodz gripped his rifle and started jogging back toward the barn. Once he reached the barn he saw Stover loosing his balance. "HALT!!" Lodz screamed at the girl while he raised his rifles aim toward Lisa's chest. "Move american and i WILL shoot." Lodz yelled toward the american. He kept his aim on her and waited for Stover to regain balance. Blood poured down his neck, hitting his chest. "Damn that horse, it will loose an eye for this!" Lodz said toward Lisa. Lodz now stood at least 25 feet away from Lisa. Carefully keeping his eye on her, along with sights.

Wolfrick was only about 125 yards away from the barn, when he heard screaming. He quickly unstrung his Gewehr and ran toward the barn. When he went on the hill leading toward the barn he saw Lisa. He quickly aimed the Gewehr on Lisa. "HALT American, and watch what you say this time, i wont be so forgiving." Wolfrick stated coldly. Wolfrick slowly moved toward Lisa, his aim still fixed on her head. American's are all the same it seems, i might just have to kill you for your actions today, i was going to let you go, but you ruined that for yourself, and i Will find your uncle." Wolfrick said to the American. "I wonder what he will think about you, having a fire arm, assaulting an soldier, resisting arrest. HMM?" Wolfrick said. Wolfrick was ready and willing to take the shot. Suddenly, Wolfrick heard some French being spoken. He turned and and spotted two French boys about 13 or 14 walking toward him. He glared at the children who now also saw him. They turned around and walked back toward town. Wolfrick's attention snapped right back to Lisa, He re aimed down his sights toward her head. "hands in air, now, try anything and i will personally put a bullet in your head." Wolfrick said, with a fierce tone. It seemed as if Wolfrick wasn't speaking but an inner part of him, a more Evil part.

[lisawieserman1941]

Lisa hit the sod and slid a couple feet when the first soldier demanded she stop, and turned on her side when the second one had his rifle trained on her front and ordered she halt, then peered up when the Sgt. expected she cease her actions. The unlucky resistance fighter was in the cross hairs of three Deutsche Soldaten, so froze where she was, her shoulders were killing her as the rope tightened from the pitch to the ground in haste, her beret having fallen off with her blond hair cascading in every direction, now tangled in leaves.

"Ich gebe auf!" sent a exchange with the Private.

Regarding the Corporal and Sergeant she merely pointed out..."I gather I should not get up or be shot for moving," Lisa conveyed, holding back signs of panic, her eyes locked on the muzzles of their rifles.

"Oh please do tell my Uncle, then he may ship me back to the states, Sarge," she exclaimed, mocking his rank to that of a common American slang for a non-com.

"Let me go? I highly doubt you would have released an armed enemy. Or you may trick me and shoot me in the back as I walk away," Lisa again proved her bravado with a consecutive volley, as her life was virtually rushing before her eyes if the leader of the squad would indeed cap her.

"Well I can't move, nor will I," she stated, all emotions held at bay.

Lisa then silently bit her tongue. She was staring death in the face, but decided to flirt with danger putting up a brave wall between her and the uninvited. Being surrounded by the enemy was a sure sign things were not going well for her that day. She pursed her lips and blew some air up to rid her face of the pale locks that were now sticking to it from the mud the rain had made. Covered in wet dirt, she was probably a sight.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Wolfrick liked how Lisa acted brave with death shortly on it's way. He heard her refer to him as "Sarge" and took much displeasure to this. "Refer to me as Herr Fehrer...... not none of your American bullshit...." Wolfrick stated. "And remember one thing, i could easily let stover over here have his way with you and leave you dead in the grasslands, so watch your words, you smartass." Wolfrick said with a smile. Wolfrick nodded over to Lodz and than to Stover. Lodz and Stover walked over to Lisa and picked her up. "I am going to let you off the hook, consider it a gift." Wolfrick said with a smile. Lodz untied her and Stover and Lodz both stepped back with there rifles aimed on her. "Head toward your uncles, ill deliver the horse" Wolfrick said, still smiling. Wolfrick strung his rifle over his shoulder and waited for lisa to lead the way. He took out his Luger and held it to his side. "Keep close watch on her and tell her uncle what has happened" Wolfrick ordered his men. Wolfrick glared into the sky for a few moments. "Fick...." Wolfrick said, thinking it was horrible weather.

[lisawieserman1941]

Saying nothing, Lisa walked ahead of the two guards, passing a fleeting glance to the Private who looked very strong and could easily take her down if left to his yearning. Shaking it off, the road was ahead of them and the town of Vichy. After a mile under the rain, her clothes were showing less signs of a struggle as some dirt was washed off by the heavenly liquid. Her wrists and hands were still a gnawing nuisance from being tightly confined from the make-shift handcuffs. She greeted passing stares by onlookers with a sketched salute, the gesture of a crazed American. Her hair was straight and neatly kept behind her back as they came upon her Uncle's paint shop. She knocked on the door softly in reluctance, finding disdain in having to go through the experience of greeting an angry Frenchman.

"Hello, Uncle," she said, as her head fell from his accusing brown orbs widened in surprise.

The utterance of his name was all that Lisa could muster when her relative took one look at the two soldiers and shook his head at her, giving rise to an inherent temper.

"Lisa! I told you to stay out of trouble! Did I not?!" He roared to his niece, then switched to German.

"Was ist los hier?"



Translation:

"What is the matter here?"

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Wolfrick stood at attention Between Stover and Lodz who have strung their rifles over their shoulders. Wolfrick smiled to Lisa's uncle and looked to his shop and read the sign carefully. He than heard Lisa's uncle's statement. "Oh no Mr. Claude she isn't in much trouble besides resisting arrest, assault of a soldier, and possession of an illegal made lee enfield." Wolfrick stated with a smile. "Now if you don't mind i think we should sit down and talk about it." Wolfrick said to Mr. Claude. Wolfrick walked into Mr. Claude's house along with Lodz and Stover right behind him. Wolfrick took a seat and took off his patrol cap. Lodz and Stover stood one each side of the doorway with their rifles to their sides now. Wolfrick took his Luger out of it's holster and placed it under the cap. He waited for Lisa to leave the room and for Mr. Claude to sit down.


Wolfrick started speaking French to Mr. Claude. "Mr. Claude, i am Sergeant Josef Schwann of the Wehrmacht." Wolfrick said with a grin. Wolfrick put his hand out to Mr. Claude. "May i ask you for a glass of coffee, or perhaps even some water please?" Wolfrick asked politely. Wolfrick waited patiently and glared toward Stover. "Stover, kommen sie hier, schnell." Wolfrick said. Stover walked toward Wolfrick. Wolfrick whispered to Stover. Stover nodded and returned to his position. He than whispered what Wolfrick had told him to Lodz. Lodz nodded as well.

Wolfrick glared at Mr. Claude. "Mr. Claude your Niece is it? has committed an major crime. she is very fortunate i didn't shoot her then and there. Now i understand you draw portraits of German Officers? May i have some names of ones that you haven drawn portraits of?" Wolfrick stated. Wolfrick listened closely and nodded in approval. "So, im sorry to say sir, but i can not allow these crimes to go unpaid for" Wolfrick said. Wolfrick looked to Stover than to Lodz. Stover opened the door and walked outside, shutting the door behind him. Lodz stood there watching Mr. Claude and the entrance to the other room. Wolfrick stood up and gripped to his patrol cap. He placed it on his head, and gripped to his Luger. He replaced it into the holster and nodded to Mr. Claude.

[lisawieserman1941]

A commotion was audible in the back room. It was Lisa arguing with her Aunt Lisette. They spoke English since Lisa had trouble with the language or was just too stubborn to learn it. Lisa raised her hands with fury stating she was fed up with the Krauts thinking she was a criminal. Lisette warned her again about where not to take the horse for exercise. Her niece replied in turn that it did not matter, that she was caught with a rifle.

"Is that what you used all your Uncle's money for?!" You are going to get us in trouble! Stupid American girl! Don't you know there is a war on?!" Lisette scolded Lisa on her bad choice of the monetary gift.

Reacting with impudence, Lisa merely shrugged and offered an explanation.

"There are men camped in the hills! What if they shoot me off Guardian! I tried to make that arrogant Sergeant understand I use it for my own defense. What would your brother in law think if his daughter was abducted?!"

"Those men are French resistance fighters! That means you have lied to us and taken that monster of a horse farther than we told you were allowed! That does it! The horse is sold tomorrow morning!" Lisette countered, the decision profoundly affecting Lisa.

"The hell you will! That horse is mine! You are not my mother! You aren't even related to me like my Uncle is!" Lisa charged, pushing her Aunt away, storming out of the room. Her Aunt then swore to her in French throwing a bowl of water at her.

"I am already wet from the rain you French idiot!" Lisa said while picking up the salad bowl and tossing it back at her Aunt.

She then appeared in the room where her Uncle was being interrogated. She met the steel blue eyes of the Corporal as a signal to stand back. Lisa stood her ground and brushed past him.

"What is going on here? He has done nothing wrong. It is me who broke the law! What is it with you Germans, picking on other people who have not committed a crime but are just related! If you want vengeance, take it out on me, German!" Lisa challenged, looking down at her Uncle who put a cloth to his balding perspiring head.

"Lisa! Shut Up! You are digging yourself a grave with that nasty tongue of yours...and us... with it! Your Aunt and I have discussed it and we will sell your horse! That stallion enables you to get to places where you should never trespass! And you bought a rifle?! Are you mad?! After that patrol years back warned you about owning one?! I don't want to hear anymore of your rebellious nature!" Her Uncle stood up from his chair, putting his niece in her place. Or he thought he had.

"Screw this bullshit! Like I told Lisette, Uncle Claude, the stallion is mine! I will move to Germany with my grandmother! I did not want to come to this fuckin' country in the first place! I don't give a rat's ass if they are bombing Germany! It's better than putting up with the laws here! Where I can't go..where I can! You are all in jail and don't even know it! I can speak German, and could have lost my accent by now! Be with people my own age!" she protested to Claude, temporarily ignoring the scene she was making in front of the German squad as well as her chosen path as a partisan.

Lisa wondered if her Aunt and Uncle would have been proud if she told them of her escapades against the Third Reich by working with the resistance. Since Dieter left there was no stopping her iron will and lingering contempt for the German Empire bullying countries into submission, cutting down soldiers who fought against its evil dictator. She still held sympathy for those soldiers drafted into the German army who thought like she. The ambitious young partisan was starting to lose those sympathies as she happened upon the wrong Germans in her numerous travels.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Stover walked back into the house after hearing Lisa yell. Stover stared at her unhappily. "Foolish girl you should show your family respect, and going to Germany isn't a good thing...people over there are being executed for being suspected spies, partisans, Americans, Russians. Anyone against the "All mighty" Reich." Stover whispered to Lisa. Stover was an engineer before the war who tried to escape Germany before the draft came into place. Although he failed to go through with his plan, he was drafted into the Wehrmacht as a private and has remained as one ever since. He was a 26 year old hardened veteran now. Stover looked over to Wolfrick who was giving him a disapproved look. Stover looked down to his feet. Stover was ashamed to be a soldier of the reich, he was gun ho to fight for his country but not for the "Fuhrer" hitler.


Lodz stood and watched everyone in the room carefully. He examined facial expressions, hand movements, movements in general, stares, words. He was always an observant person. He watched Mr. Claude, Lisa and Lisette very closely. Before the war Lodz hunted alot. That is where he got mos to his patience and focus from. During his first skirmish a grenade went off about 8 ft away, sending shrapnel at him. The shrapnel has stuck right above his right eye. The doctors determined his sight would be damaged, for the rest of his life. After that incident Lodz wasn't as good as a shot as he once had been. Yet, he was more observant of his surroundings. Lodz stood at 5'11, and had a long scar above his right eye from the shrapnel. He always enjoyed being in France, especially now since the Germans occupied it. Before the war he always came to paris to visit his child form his first marriage. Lodz snapped back to attention and looked at lisa. He than turned his attention to Mr. Claude, Lodz really wanted to have someone punished for the girls' crime.



Wolfrick grinned to Mr. Claude. He than heard Lisa yelling in an uproar. Wolfrick walked to Lisa and grabbed both her arms. He slapped her on her left check. "You WILL respect your relatives, For an American you are an fool girl." Wolfrick yelled, getting into Lisa's face. Wolfrick came from a tough childhood and believed in discipline. Wolfrick stepped away form her and looked to Mr. Claude. "Keep your American niece in line or i am sure my CO would love to hear of a suspected partisan living in your house," Wolfrick stated. "And for you American, watch yourself. i find you again with a rifle and ill shoot you and that horse of yours." Wolfrick said while walking to the door. Lodz and Stover followed right behind Wolfrick, their rifles strung on their shoulder's. Wolfrick and his two men walked down the street and turned the corner, heading back toward their station.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Feher - 7CP, the short post cost ya

Wiserman - 9CP

-JT