The Plan [Open to two]

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Country: Germany
Current Time: 21:35
Weather Conditions: Cold and wet, with a bit of a light drizzle. An eastern wind blows faintly, and the thermometer reads a fluctuating 10 degrees Celsius.

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"Donc nous sommes d'accord sur le brouillon final du plan ?"

"Oui," murmured the other Frenchmen in return. In the darkness, Vivienne nodded, a grubby sausage of a finger pointing to one part of the stolen map. She did not resist as a younger woman - Camille, she called herself - adjusted the position of the giantess's finger, knowing Vivienne's poor vision meant mistakes could be made. It was better if someone with eyes as sharp as Camille's was there to correct Vivienne when she pointed at the wrong spot.

"François et René, vous prenez Louis et boy-scout en avant dans le tunnel, pour vous assurer que c'est assez stable. Camille, vous me prendrez garde et je m'assoirai par l'entrée tunnel, pour regarder la défense des garçons. Quand tout est le dégagement, Rodrigue distraira les gardes et j'échangerai des endroits avec Yvette. Dès que Rodrigue reçoit la garde assez près, je bondirai et le mettrai au tapis. S'il le faut, je craquerai son cou, cependant et le fouillerai pour l'arme et la clé. Rodrigue, vous recevez son fusil, Camille, le couteau et moi la clé. Vous savez que faire - libèrent le choisi, tuent les dénonciateurs. Nous n'avons pas besoin du Boche après nous pendant que nous sommes dans une position encline à être tirée."

"Oui," the small group answered again. With Camille's help, Vivienne pointed to another section of the map.

"Je suis trop grand pour inscrire dans le tunnel, donc j'utiliserai l'arrière entrée. Grâce à René, j'ai quatre minutes avant que la garde rend autour d'et les projecteurs ne se croisent pas...."

Her finger moved again, and she made several jabs.

"Ici et ici et ici et ici et ici. Camille, avez-vous la tondeuse métallique, encore ? Ou le Boche les a-t-il trouvés encore ?"

"Oui, Madame Vivienne," the young girl said. There was a small rustling sound, a motion in the dark that looked like unwinding, and from beneath her shirt, Camille produced a pair of wire clippers that had been bound to her stomach. "J'ai réussi à les voler par."

"Excellent," Vivienne growled in the darkness, her eyes glimmering with a satisfied, almost predatory look. "Et Yvette ? Vous avez la boussole ?"

"Oui, Vivienne," the older woman replied, holding up something round.

"Excellent," Vivienne growled again. "Permettez-y alors d'être fait. Vous savez que vos endroits - vont, allez!"

And so, as practiced as soldiers drilling, they assembled themselves in the large cell that they had been herded into for the night. A slight creaking noise could be heard as stones were moved, revealing a hole large enough to fit a fully-grown man with a little room to spare. The three men instructed to venture into it did so, and after a few moments, four sharp taps could be heard, repeated more rapidly afterwards. With some effort because of her arthritis, Vivienne placed herself down in front of the hole, legs folded, her bulk covering it enough to go unnoticed. The others placed themselves innocently at the back of the cells, donning a weary, hungry look that reflected how they felt. However, such feelings had been repressed by the excitement of their plot, their chance, at last, to be free!

Walking over to the cell door, Camille paused and stiffened, and let out a theatrical groan. She hit the floor with a soft thud, and Rodrigue took a deep breath, donning a panicked look. His fists began to pounding the door of his cell, his chains rattling loudly.

"AIDE! AIDE!" the man cried. "AIDE! ELLE S'EST ÉVANOUIE! ELLE MEURT! QUELQU'UN AIDE LES ETATS-UNIS! AIDE! AIDE! ELLE VA MOURIR! S'IL VOUS PLAÎT, L'AIDE LES ETATS-UNIS!"


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Translations:

So, we agree on the final draft of the plan?

François and René, you take Louis and scout ahead in the tunnel, to make sure it is stable enough. Camille, you will watch out for me, and I will sit by the tunnel entrance, to watch the boys' backs. When all is clear, Rodrigue will distract the guards, and I will switch places with Yvette. Once Rodrigue gets the guard close enough, I will lunge and knock him out. If need be, I will snap his neck, though, and search him for weapon and key. Rodrigue, you get his gun, Camille, the knife, and I the key. You know what to do - release the chosen, kill the squealers. We don't need the Boche after us while we're in a prone position to be shot.

I am too big to fit into the tunnel, so I will use the back entrance. Thanks to René, I have four minutes before the guard passes back around, and the searchlights do not cross over....

Here and here, and here, and here and here. Camille, do you have the wire clippers, still? Or did the Boche find them yet?

I managed to sneak them by.

And Yvette? You have the compass?

Then let it be done. You know your places - go, go!

HELP! SHE'S FAINTED! SHE'S DYING! SOMEBODY HELP US! HELP! HELP! SHE'S GOING TO DIE! PLEASE, HELP US!

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich had just gotten out of bed for his guard detail at a prison. He couldn't even remember how he had gotten himself into this job, but he knew he had said something to cover for a friend or an acquaintance. He hated guard duty it was always so boring and nothing ever happened. Freidrich dreaded going but, he went anyways. He got out of bed and did his daily things: brush teeth, take a quick shower, read Bible, then go to wherever he needed to that day.

Freidrich grabbed his coat and scarf and walked out of the door to his barracks. He swung the coat on and threw the scarf around his neck. He was hit by a cold blast of air about ten steps out so, he pulled his scarf higher and put on his Wehrmacht infantryman's cap. He walked a few more steps then felt something. He felt uneasy, like something was going to happen today. He shook off the feeling and kept walking. All the way to the prison he kept praying. Mostly for young Wolfrick and his family. As well as his own family which he missed very much.

Freidrich walked to the prison door and exposed some papers to the guard showing his detail. The man let him in without problem. Freidrich stepped into the prison. It was pretty big but, nothing special. It was very disgusting and the smell was horrible. Freidrich walked to the guard that was on duty and told him that he could leave now. The man smiled and shook Freidrich's hand, obviously happy that he could leave.

Freidrich pulled his rifle a little bit higher over his shoulder. He spotted a chair that looked steady enough to be sat on. He did just that. He sat on it. To his surprise it was very comfortable. He then felt very tired. He had just started to doze off when he heard frantic shouting. He quickly unshouldered his rifle and ran to see what was happening. He came to the cell that the commosion was coming from. He saw a young girl "passed-out" and a young man yelling at Freidrich in French. He looked at the man very calmly and simply said, "Shutup, please." In a very calm tone. Freidrich could barely understand the language seeing as he was only in France for about a week and was supposed to leave in the next few days. He took out his canteen calmly in almost a tired way and screwed the cap counter-clockwise releasing the cap. He reached his arm through the bars and poured a little directly over the young girls face and neck. He knew the water was freezing cold and knew it would wake up anyone who was faking such a thing.

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Translations:

"Changement de plans! Camille, voir si vous pouvez choisir la serrure avec le couteau! Rodrigue, traversez ici et aidez-moi à trouver une clé!" = Change of plans! Camille, see if you can pick the lock with the knife! Rodrigue, get over here and help me find a key!

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Like a bee drawn to honey, a lone guard came walking down the row of cells, eyes heavy with tiredness, face calm, but disgruntled at the same time. He promptly told Rodrigue to shut up in German, then unscrewed the cap of what looked to be his canteen. He reached in, turning it over so that its contents poured onto Camille's face.

Just as whatever was in his canteen hit Camille's face, Rodrigue lunged. He grabbed the German's arm, and Vivienne strode over in two wide steps. With a murderous look in her eyes, she grabbed the Nazi's arm, and with whatever strength she still had in her muscles, she attempted to bend the elbow at an awkward angle. She would then reach forward with one hand, and grab the man's head, pushing it back, and then pulling it forward and slamming it against the bars. If Lady Luck was kind, then the man would be dazed enough that Vivienne could pull him against the bars, and retrieve whatever he had on him.

After a few minutes of searching, and if she was successful, Vivienne would give a wicked grin. Through the bars, she gently pulled a fully-loaded Mauser rifle, a sharp combat knife, and a small book, all hers for the taking in her little escape. Camille, by now, was up on her feet, wiping her face off as best as she could, watching Vivienne anxiously. The younger Frenchwoman could not help but grin like the giantess as she received the knife, Rodrigue doing the same.

But Vivienne couldn't find a key on the guard. In French, she swore thickly, and pulled the man closer to the bars, trying every pocket for something to unlock the door with. Her eyes were poor, her temper was short, and her carefully-laid out plan was falling to pieces already. This was ridiculous - why did she not think of this? Why hadn't she had someone snatch a key and keep it for emergencies? Was she really weak enough in that accursed Nazi prison to forget such important details?!

"Changement de plans!" the giantess snapped after several, frantic minutes. "Camille, voir si vous pouvez choisir la serrure avec le couteau! Rodrigue, traversez ici et aidez-moi à trouver une clé!"

The other two imprisoned Frenchmen did as they were told.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich was startled when one of the men in the cell grabbed his arm. He dropped his canteen on the ground or on the girl's face he didn't really notice. He started struggling and realized that the man was weaker than he. So he bent his knees and pulled back as hard as he could. He overestimated the man and fell onto his back a few feet away from the cell. Freidrich hit the ground hard. He layed there for a second or two wondering where he was. Then he remembered he shot up quickly and looked into the cell. The captives were still in there. He reached down to see where his equipment was. He had all of it, all except his knife. He looked around his feet and wondered if it had fallen out of the scabbard when he heard the unmistakable sound of metal on metal in a plucking type of sound. Freidrich pulled his rifle from his back and looked through the scope. It was fine. No cracks, and no scratched. Thank goodness. He thought to himself. Now he had to deal with the prisoners.

"You. Are you trying to pick the lock with my knife? It won't work. Believe me I've seen people like you try and unfortunately fail." Freidrich said adding a dramatic pause. "Resulting with disciplinary actions. If you haven't caught on attempted escapees...get executed. How does this make you feel?" He said in grim type of voice. Freidrich walked back down the row, picked up the chair, then placed it maybe eight feet in front of these particular prisoners' cell. He sat down and looked at them. "Now you have two choices. You can either give me my knife back and I don't report this or I report you all and you get executed tomorrow morning." Freidrich was dead serious.

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Translations:

"Wir tun, was Sie sagen." = We do what you say.
"Sie gewinnen." = You win.
"Le séjour calme ou je me débarrasserai de vous sur la voie." = Stay calm or I'll get rid of you on the way out.

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It was at that point that Vivienne realized her plan had gone to the point of no return. The man had managed to jerk himself away from the Frenchmen, only loosing his knife, which fell out of its sheath as he fell. Camille's eyes were wide with terror, and behind the giantess, Yvette had become as stiff as a board. Vivienne could not help but mutter a few curses in French, giving the Nazi before her a dark look.

As the man calmly stated Camille's efforts were in vain. The young Frenchwoman desperately tried harder to pick the lock, but Vivienne just placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. With desperate eyes, Camille looked up at the giantess, but Vivienne just looked back down and shook her head. The younger woman tried to say something, but found herself silenced, the older woman's hand over Camille's mouth to prevent her from saying the wrong thing.

"Wir tun, was Sie sagen," said the giantess, and she took the knife from Camille, the latter hesitating a little. Vivienne, however, knew that Camille could still fit through the tunnel; she could sneak out while Vivienne watched out. If everything was fine on the outside, then someone could sneak around, and the plan could still go through - all was not in vain. This was merely a setback, and as such, it called for a simple restructuring of the plan. Gently, Vivienne guided her young friend back over to the end of the cell, tossing the knife through the bars and toward its owner as she did so.

"Sie gewinnen," she muttered darkly, sitting down and slightly bent over in the corner, as if sulking. Yvette, she could see, was beginning to shake, but Vivienne glared at her and mouthed the words, "Le séjour calme ou je me débarrasserai de vous sur la voie." This was enough for Yvette, who nodded slightly, and pulled her legs up to her chest.

The two men they had sent into the tunnel had been gone for a few minutes, a few minutes turning into several soon enough. Hopefully, they would be back soon, or the guard would change, and everything would go according to plan.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich could see that one of the women were frightened and the other was quite angry. He understood both sides of this. He knew he would have been more angry than anything , though. He tried to relate to them but, stopped trying to because of his Nazi mentality. He was still human, he still had feelings.

Angry words came to him that he could easily understand. After the sentence he was tossed his knife. He caught it by the handle and thrust it into it's sheath. Freidrich walked over to his chair, picked it up, and walked it back to the cell. He set it down about five feet outside of the cell. Just out of arm's reach. He looked at his watch and squinted. Six more hours 'till the shift's up. He said to himself with a sigh.

"You don't look like the type of prisoner's we normally see in here. None of you do. What did you do to anger the 'almighty' Gestapo?" Freidrich asked with much sarcasm on the word almighty in his sentence. He particularly didn't like the Gestapo or the SS for that fact. They were both bloodthirsty Jew killers he thought. He held his opinion tightly, so noone would find out how he though.

Freidrich saw the frightened and sad face of a younger woman in the cell. "I have no intensions of hurting any of you. You have my word...as a German."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Rousseau - 7

Blutstein - 6

-JT