Work Makes [one] Free (Arbeit Macht Frei)

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OOC: Weird post. Can't seem to think straight, or get my act together these past few days...


"Scharfuhrer, was tun Sie? Können Sie nicht sehen, dass es mehr Männer in den Aufsätzen gibt? Erhalten Sie zurück! Kommen Sie nicht herein! Erhalten Sie zurück!" Erik said to him, making Hautt stand up and turn to run back for cover, just as a hail off bullet flew past him, tearing the small group of SS soldiers to shreds. He managed to get behind the cover of the flatbed railcar just as another hail of bullet flew at him, one bullet grazing his right shoulder and spitting up metal shards of the railcar, one thin, toothpick-like piece sticking into the front right side of his neck as he got behind cover. Reaching up, he felt the shard, no more than a centimetre deep, and plucked it out, putting it in his pocket for later, even as Erik dispatched of the remaining prisoners. Hautt knew there were more revolutionaries in the womens camp, but he had not seen the others in the tower, thinking the large prisoner-grey blob to be one man. An easy mistake to be made, but one which had cost lives. Again, Hautt had friendly blood on his hands. It was just such a reason he preferred to avoid combat situations, and push pencils and make sure the combatants could do their jobs properly. The worst part was that the rebels were common men, civilians, with no military training. Already, German fighting men were dead. Hautt had come to learn that the bullet does not distinguish between friend and foe, destroying whatever life was in it's path.


Still shaking from the near-miss of the bullets, Hautt composed himself and followed Erik and Otto through the womens' camp, Erik and Otto doing most of the work of eliminating the revolters, Hautt keeping an eye on the rear, lest anyone decide to try and riddle their back with bullets. Slowly, Hautt began to realize the scale of the revolt, taking most of the womens camp, and the whole eastern side by storm. Towards the crematoriums to the east of the camp, keeping as low as his body would allow, he noticed several soldiers lay dead already. More were coming, however, many of them toting heavy machine guns, mostly MG-34's, although one man dragged a heavy MG-42, his teammate carrying an ammo can under each arm, on each hand, and with a 200-round belt around his neck and over his shoulders. It was apparent that the Germans were done playing, and were ready to end the firefight swiftly, and effeciently. "Obersturmführer Schneider. Der Sonderkommandos.. Wir brauchen einige von ihnen lebendig für das Verhör." Otto said, adressing Erik. "Stellen Sie sicher, dass einige von ihnen überleben!" Hautt started to wonder how they were going to capture any of them alive, even as the ground began to rumble, and a large explosion, followed by a cloud of black smoke, erupted to the north-west. At first, Hautt wondered if someone had brought a mortar and had began shelling the area, but as the smoke cleared, he realized that Crematoria 4 was completely gone, rubble strewn everywhere, blackened bodies easy to spot on the white concrete rubble. "Es erscheint, daß einige beschlossen haben, schon nicht eingefangen zu werden," he said, his voice neutral. They had better hurry, or else there would not be any left to interrogate. There was scattered light-arms fire from the towers near the crematoriums, though it couldn't have been much more than a few pistols and light rifles, possibly smuggled in by Russian POW's.

A quick pair of bursts from the MG's took care of the men in the towers, men already heading foreward to take crematoria 3, the prisoners outside tossing what looked like sardine cans at the guards. Hautt would have laughed, but when one of the sardine cans exploded, he cursed, mumbling about how his work here would not be as easy as he had thought. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder, he picked up an MP40 from the ground and ran past the crematoria entrace, bullets landing all around his feet as he climbed one of the towers by crematoria 2. Crematoria 3 was still heavily fortified by the prisoners, but he knew that Erik and Otto could flush them out with ease, Otto taking as many prisoners as he wanted. Finally finding the safety on the MP, he aimed it at the roof of crematoria 2, riddling the wooden roof with holes, a few screams reaching his ears as he grabbed his rifle, unloading his last three bullets into the roof, the last shot hitting someone inside. A man tapped him on the shoulder, and he noted it was a german SS soldier, carrying an MG34 to take over his job. Climbing down, he ran back to where he was standing before, next to Erik and Otto, Ernst grinning. "Was war, daß für? Das war... merkwürdig," Ernst said, making Hautt wince. "He, es ist mein erstes Mal in wirklichem Kampf! Alle anderen Zeiten, die sie mir fanden, füllen Munitionsdosen, und Munition rast und bringt besondere Runden zum Mörtelteam," he said defensively, shrugging his shoulders. "Niemand hörte je wirklich auf, die Zeit zu brauchen, was zu machen ist, mir mitzuteilen und wie es zu machen ist," he said, rubbing his neck, slowly trickling blood from the shrapnel he had taken on the rail platform.

"Jetzt genug Unterhaltung, werden wir Crematoria 3 nehmen, oder nicht?" he asked Erik and Otto quickly, even as the MG opened up on Crematoria 2.



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Translations:

"Es erscheint, daß einige beschlossen haben, schon nicht eingefangen zu werden,"
"It appears that some have already chosen not to be captured,"

"Was war, daß für? Das war... merkwürdig,"
"What was that for? That was... odd,"

"He, es ist mein erstes Mal in wirklichem Kampf! Alle anderen Zeiten, die sie mir fanden, füllen Munitionsdosen, und Munition rast und bringt besondere Runden zum Mörtelteam,"
"Hey, it's my first time in real combat! All the other times they made me fill ammo cans, and munition belts, and bring extra rounds to the mortar team,"

"Niemand hörte je wirklich auf, die Zeit zu brauchen, was zu machen ist, mir mitzuteilen und wie es zu machen ist,"
"Nobody ever really stopped to take the time to tell me what to do, and how to do it,"

"Jetzt genug Unterhaltung, werden wir Crematoria 3 nehmen, oder nicht?"
Now enough chat, are we going to take Crematoria 3, or not?"

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The SS soldiers rushed up through the women's camp and the west of Birkenau coming upon crematoriums 2 and 3. To the east were 4 and 5, but those would become the foreigners troubles soon enough. "Ich wünsche zwei Züge pro Crematorium! MG-34s und MG-42s unterdrücken und beseitigen jedes mögliches Sonderkommandos im Dach. Jeder sonst, folgen Ihren Zug-Führern und füllen den Rest der Crematoriums heraus aus!" Schneider was barking orders at the storming SS troops. He directed the foreign SS troops to cross over to the East, before returning back by Otto's side. Gathered outside Crematorium 2, Wolff asked the Obersturmfuhrer to take prisoners for interrogation. Schneider quickly nodded, but before he could answer, he heard a loud explosion in the East. The young officer cussed at the realization that the Sonderkommandos would try and destroy the oven rooms with explosives.

With heavy MG fire suppressing the roof of the second crematorium, Schneider stayed back with Wolff and supervised the charge on the building. The upper floor of the building was dominated by the hail of MG-42 bullets tearing through its roof, but makeshift grenades took out most of the guards rushing forward. Watching Hautt run out into the open and grab a MP40, Schneider turned to the only other man that actually qualified for an officer and said "Ich wirklich beginne, zu denken, dass Mann eine Geistesstörung hat. Was ist er bis jetzt?" The foolish man broke away from the entrance of the crematorium and instead went for a tower overlooking the roof. "Möglicherweise hat er etwas Intelligenz, die schliesslich in ihm gelassen wird." Schneider chuckled with the Gestapo man from behind cover. A late MG-34 team arrived next time to them and began to set up. "Sie zwei folgen diesem Scharfuhrer in den Aufsatz. Unteroffizers Reinhard und Ramsden kommen Ihre Männer in diesen Crematorium. "

Soon after, the MG team was suppressing the roof even further from its new position and the MG-42 was able to cover the bottom of the crematorium much more efficiently. Signaling for the Sergeants to lead their men in, this time they successfully stormed the crematorium. It was now in their hands as Schneider prepared to move over to the third. Hautt was by their side again, rambling on once more. It appeared that the man wasn't even properly trained for combat or the Waffen SS. He was a mere pencil pusher who managed to get into Schneider's unit. Slightly unnerving, Schneider promised himself he would take the man under his wing. There was a lot for the man to learn. "Gut bin ich hier, Sie jetzt zu unterrichten, Scharfuhrer. Follow-me und hören zu meinen Befehlen. Jetzt lassen Sie uns gelangen vorbei an den dritten Crematorium. Mannschaft MG-42, kommen mit uns."

The group of men shifted over to the next crematorium, where most of the men were being binned down by the roof once more. "Bedeckungfeuer! Lassen Sie das Magnesium in Position kommen. " Schneider called out, dropping onto his belly and spraying his MP40 clip into the weak wooden roof. The MG team managed to set up effectively by his side and once again began to suppress the roof, its bullets nearly tearing the entire thing off. "Ziehen Sie ein! Ziehen Sie ein! Nehmen Sie ihnen Gefangenen! Bringen Sie sie in Verlegenheit und nehmen Sie ihnen Gefangenen! " Moving up under the suppressive cover of the MG fire, the men managed to storm into the crematoriums. Schneider lead the charge through the building. The last stand of the Jews was violent and bloody as he cut down many just to get into the oven room. Hoping to take prisoners, he stormed into the oven room and riddled some of the Jews legs with bullets. Ordering them into the corner with the MP40, he managed to take a handful of the Sonderkommandos alive.

Translations:

- "I want two platoons per crematorium! MG-34s and MG-42s suppress and eliminate any Sonderkommandos in the roof. Everyone else, follow your Platoon Leaders and flush out the rest of the crematoriums out!"

- "I really am starting to think that man has a mental disorder. What is he up to now?"

- "Perhaps he has some intelligence left in him after all."

- "You two follow that Scharfuhrer into the tower. Unteroffizers Reinhard and Ramsden get your men into that crematorium."

- "Well I am here to teach you now, Scharfuhrer. Follow me and listen to my commands. Now, let us get over to the third crematorium. MG-42 team, come with us."

- "Covering fire! Allow the MG to get into position."

- "Move in! Move in! Take them prisoner! Corner them and take them prisoner!"

[Otto Wolff]

The events that had unfolded over such a short space of time gave no chance for the Germans and their allies for resting or letting their guard down. Otto had just issued his order for capturing some of the Sonderkommandos alive, when a huge explosion rocked the earth beneath his boots. One of the crematoriums had been blown up by the rebelling Sonderkommandos and Otto could just hope that the explosion had only taken out the filth responsible for all of this commotion. Enough lives of men fighting for the Reich had been lost already and over what...? A bunch of weak prisoners, beings that could not even be called human and whose only purpose was to wait meekly for their turn to die?

These thoughts made Otto increasingly angry and irritated, although his body was telling him to slow down unless he wanted to risk the wound on his leg getting worse. Otto sneered at the pain which had changed from sharp jolts into a strange, pulsing sensation. He did not have time to comment on the happenings to Schneider before Hautt had already grabbed his MP40 and headed for the crematoriums. With a long sigh, the Kriminalkommissar eyed the young Obersturmführer, who seemed to have similar thoughts about the Scharführer. "Ich wirklich beginne, zu denken, dass Mann eine Geistesstörung hat. Was ist er bis jetzt?"

"Ich weiß nicht, er stürzt immer irgendwo davon, bevor ich Zeit habe, um zu fragen," Otto remarked and watched together with Schneider as Hautt dashed off, but instead went for the towers. Well, obviously Hautt was not completely helpless when it came to battle. The man soon returned, his task finished and defended himself by saying that he had not taken part in combat yet. With a raise of his eyebrow, Otto did not bother listening to all of the Scharführer's explanation and instead directed his attention on how the machine guns were being set up. The rebelling Sonderkommandos would have no chance against such heavy firepower.

When Schneider was ready to lead his men in to crush out the remaining resistance in the crematoriums, Otto finally made the decision to stand aside. If he would have to run or drop into the dirt to get cover from the incoming fire, he certainly would have a hard time continuing much longer with his wounded leg. It was wiser to finally just let the Waffen-SS do what came to them naturally and Otto watched the ensuing carnage from a distance, his expression emotionless.

Once it seemed that most of the resistance had been quenched, Otto slowly walked into the crematorium Schneider had led his men into. His limp was getting worse and he had to grit his teeth to comply with the pain. Schneider had managed to capture some of the Sonderkommandos alive and the men were now covering in the corner, most of them wounded. "Sehr gut," Otto said with a sigh, the Kriminalkommissar now looked quite different from what he had just looked like earlier today in his immaculate uniform. He had lost his peaked cap, blood had stained the collars of the white shirt he wore under his uniform and the makeshift bandaging in his leg had turned red with blood, some of the blood already turning the dark canvas on the other leg of his trousers a shade darker. "Bald werden sie uns sagen, dass alles dort über diejenigen wissen soll, die für diese Albernheit verantwortlich sind."

Otto stopped near the captured Sonderkommandos, regarding them with a hateful sneer. "Zwei Wächter können sicherstellen, dass sie gestellt bleiben, und dass sie unbewaffnet sind, andere können reinigen das bringt in Verwirrung. Es gibt-" Otto's words were interrupted by a SS guard running towards the two officers, the man finally seeing at least someone to relay his information to. The young man stopped, his breathing uneven after a lot of running. "Sie haben durch den Zaun geschnitten... einige sind draußen geflüchtet."

Otto supressed quite an offensive curse and glanced at Schneider next. "Die Ortsansässigen werden uns helfen sie zu fangen. Wenn irgendjemand gefunden wird, die Ausbrecher beherbergend, werden sie geschossen... Mit ihren Familien. Wenn sie uns die entkommenen Gefangenen bringen, bin ich überzeugt, dass ihnen eine Art eine Belohnung erlaubt wird. Ich hoffe, dass Sie einige Männer verschonen können, um zu gehen und zu helfen, jene dummen Bastarde zu fangen, die machten es draußen, Obersturmführer?"


Translations:

"Ich weiß nicht, er stürzt immer irgendwo davon, bevor ich Zeit habe, um zu fragen."
"I cannot say, he always dashes off somewhere before I have time to ask."

"Sehr gut."
"Very good."

"Bald werden sie uns sagen, dass alles dort über diejenigen wissen soll, die für diese Albernheit verantwortlich sind."
"Soon they will tell us everything there is to know about the ones responsible for this foolishness."

"Zwei Wächter können sicherstellen, dass sie gestellt bleiben, und dass sie unbewaffnet sind, andere können reinigen das bringt in Verwirrung. Es gibt-"
"Two guards can make sure that they stay put and that they are unarmed, rest are needed to mop this mess up. There are-"

"Sie haben durch den Zaun geschnitten... einige sind draußen geflüchtet."
"They have cut through the fence... some have escaped outside."

"Die Ortsansässigen werden uns helfen sie zu fangen. Wenn irgendjemand gefunden wird, die Ausbrecher beherbergend, werden sie geschossen... Mit ihren Familien. Wenn sie uns die entkommenen Gefangenen bringen, bin ich überzeugt, dass ihnen eine Art eine Belohnung erlaubt wird. Ich hoffe, dass Sie einige Männer verschonen können, um zu gehen und zu helfen, jene dummen Bastarde zu fangen, die machten es draußen, Obersturmführer?"
"The locals will help us catch them. If anyone is found harboring the escapees, they will be shot... Along with their families. If they bring us the escaped prisoners, I'm sure they will be allowed some kind of a reward. I hope you can spare some men to go and help catch those foolish bastards who made it outside, Obersturmführer?"

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"Gut bin ich hier, Sie jetzt zu unterrichten, Scharfuhrer. Follow-me und hören zu meinen Befehlen. Jetzt lassen Sie uns gelangen vorbei an den dritten Crematorium. Mannschaft MG-42, kommen mit uns." Obersturmführer Schneider said, barking as he commanded the MG team to follow. A few moments later, the fire turned to the third crematoria, the wooden roof becoming riddled with holes, the whole thing slowly sagging as the wood was weakened and shredded by the might of the german-designed MG. "Bedeckungfeuer! Lassen Sie das Magnesium in Position kommen. " Erik commanded, and Hautt borrowed a five-round clip from another soldier, slamming it into his rifle hurriedly. The prisoners were cowering inside, Hautt breaking cover long enough to fire blindly at the roof, following Erik and Otto inside with his remaining four bullets. Hautt did not do much, having only a bolt-action, meant more for sitting and picking his enemies off rather than storming rooms. Once they reached the oven rooms, Hautt let Otto and Erik do most of the work, using his bolt action to cover wounded prisoners while his two superiors reloaded. The action slowing down, Otto spoke up, the tone of his voice all-knowing as he spoke. "Bald werden sie uns sagen, dass alles dort über diejenigen wissen soll, die für diese Albernheit verantwortlich sind." Hautt kicked a pistol away from a reaching prisoner, poking him with the rifle. "Jetzt das ist mehr in meinem Spezialgebiet als dieses, Herr Kriminalkommissar," he said, tapping the letter in his overcoat pocket, the rifle still unfamiliar in his hands. He would have thought the upset over, but an SS soldier bursting into the room said otherwise. "Sie haben durch den Zaun geschnitten... einige sind draußen geflüchtet." the man said, Otto cursing.

"Die Ortsansässigen werden uns helfen sie zu fangen. Wenn irgendjemand gefunden wird, die Ausbrecher beherbergend, werden sie geschossen... Mit ihren Familien. Wenn sie uns die entkommenen Gefangenen bringen, bin ich überzeugt, dass ihnen eine Art eine Belohnung erlaubt wird. Ich hoffe, dass Sie einige Männer verschonen können, um zu gehen und zu helfen, jene dummen Bastarde zu fangen, die machten es draußen, Obersturmführer?" Otto said, Hautt spitting on a whimpering Jew, shot in the lower legs multiple times by either Otto or Erik. "Die Truppen sollten schon Suchteams vorbereiten. Sie werden keine Zeit aus den Hunden hereinbringen. wenn keines der Häftlinge-Flucht, das ihren Erzählungen anyways glauben würde?" he asked rhetorically. Du solltest deine Wunde dazu tendieren lassen, Herr Kriminalkommissar. Der Rest von Auschwitz bezieht Daune auf die entwichenen Häftling. Wir haben unseren Teil gemacht," he said, respectful, but firm. Hautt would not be of any help, the wounded Otto would most likely only slow them down, with the only person really suitable to finish the job being Erik, still only able to do as much as the next man. It was the dogs and their handlers who would put and end to the escapees. The best thing for them to do was to tend to Otto and the wounded soldiers, along with beginning the interrogation afterwards.

Being a former in the SD, Hautt had his share of escaped prisoners, mostly from a shitty stationing in the Lwow ghetto. It was not anywhere as near as normal fighting, hard enough to grasp as it was, for Hautt. Everywhere had to be searched, every rock, tree, cave, building, car, creek, and sewer. Sometimes, the prisoners were never found, making the hours spent searching just a way of tiring the soul of yet another group of german soldiers. No, they would not be any help. "Ich weiß nicht von beiden von dir, aber ich muß zu Hauptquartier kommen. Ich habe irgendeinen wichtigen buisness, den ich das Besuchen dazu brauche. Herr Obersturmführer, ich bin immer noch bereit, meine zwei Wochen Zwangsarbeit zu dienen, aber dies ist etwas, was ich nicht nach sonst noch etwas setzen kann," he said, removing the yellowing letter from his pocket, handing his rifle to a guard even as the search teams began barking orders as they formed at the gates, ready to pursue the jewish rats. Saluting, he turned on heel and made for the door, still urgent to do what he had come to do...



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Translations:

"Jetzt das ist mehr in meinem Spezialgebiet als dieses, Herr Kriminalkommissar,"
"Now that is more in my line of work than this, sir Kriminalkommissar,"

"Die Truppen sollten schon Suchteams vorbereiten. Sie werden keine Zeit aus den Hunden hereinbringen. wenn keines der Häftlinge-Flucht, das ihren Erzählungen anyways glauben würde?"
"The troops should already be preparing search teams. They will bring out the dogs in no time. If any of the prisoners escape, who would believe their tales anyways?"

Du solltest deine Wunde dazu tendieren lassen, Herr Kriminalkommissar. Der Rest von Auschwitz bezieht Daune auf die entwichenen Häftling. Wir haben unseren Teil gemacht,"
"You should get your wound tended to, sir Kriminalkommissar. The rest of Auschwitz is bearing down on the escapees. We have done our part..."

"Ich weiß nicht von beiden von dir, aber ich muß zu Hauptquartier kommen. Ich habe irgendeinen wichtigen buisness, den ich das Besuchen dazu brauche. Herr Obersturmführer, ich bin immer noch bereit, meine zwei Wochen Zwangsarbeit zu dienen, aber dies ist etwas, was ich nicht nach sonst noch etwas setzen kann,"
"I don't know about either of you, but I need to get to headquarters. I have some important buisness I need attending to. Sir Obersturmführer, I am still ready to serve my two weeks of hard labor, but this is something I cannot put after anything else,"

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: LULZ! I'm so hard on you Hautt.

The KriminalKommissar arrived in the room several moments later, deciding not to tough the assault in risk of getting himself killed. He was a fighter, but not a complete fool. Schneider was slightly sagging his MP40 downward as he watched some men tend to the wounds of the filthy Jews. It was an unnerving site watching glorious Aryan men tend to the wounds of such scum, but they must be kept alive for questioning. He nodded at Wolff's words and would give the orders to the men when he finally had a better control on the situation. The conversation was interrupted by a running man who was pleased to spot the high ranking men and saw they should receive his news. Schneider cussed as the man informed them of some escaped prisoners. No doubt it was from Crematorium Two, which really seemed like the only logical explanation. He made a mental note that he would need to send a majority of the men to the East and spread the word to locals as Wolff instructed Schneider.

Scharfuhrer Hautt was quite the idiot. He saw fit to babble on and on again about how the search parties had been formed, they were properly bearing down on the camp, and how he needed to get to headquarters. Schneider brought on an unwelcome silence, glancing at Hautt and then back at Wollf. Swiftly, he raised his hand and viciously smacked Hautt on the back of the head with such force to knock him forward slightly. "Halt die Schnauze. Sie haben offensichtlich über keine Idee, was Sie sprechen, Scharfuhrer. Gerade weil Sie mit uns gewesen, gibt diese Zeit Ihnen das Recht nicht, in mein noch Herrn Wolff' zu stoßen; s-Position oder entschuldigen Sie von einer Zelle." Grabbing hold of the Kar 98 he handed it off to a nearby soldier to hold. "Sehend, da es keine vorhandene Zelle gibt, die in den Kasernen gelassen wird und ich nicht mehr Zeit vergeuden möchte, werden Sie Ihren Aufenthalt mit thew Juden fürs Erste genießen. Sie, erhalten hierhin und übergeben mir Ihre Waffe auch." He ordered, pointing at the Wehrmacht officer. Grabbing the man's weapon as well, he handed it off to another guard for holding. Grabbing the two men by the collars, he walked them over to the corner and tossed them down with the rest of the Jews.

"Ich bin über den tief traurig. Ich kann einen Gefangenen und ein niedriges Scharfuhrer gerade nicht stehen, die unsachgemäß meine Aufträge erteilen. Jetzt achten Sie es, dass einer der fremden Züge in der Suche ausgesendet und das Wort der Flüchtlinge verbreitet wird. Ich wünsche den Rest des Schutzes, der ihren rechtmäßigen Aufgaben aufgenommen wird. Die verstärkentruppen achten es, dass das Lager wieder aufgebaut wird und richtig außerdem geschützt." The Obersturmfuhrer waved the man off and watched as he sprinted back out of the Crematorium to issue the speedy orders. Turning around, Schneider approached the prisoner corner and knelt down before Hautt. The scene was eerily familiar to one he had experience with another troublemaker in the past during the Invasion of Poland. Schneider had been a lowly Feldwebel back then and a much different person. "Gerade weil Sie zwei halfen, wenn Sie diesen Aufruhr niederlegten, sind Sie nicht Entschuldigung von Ihrer Bestrafung. Und gerade weil Sie einen Buchstaben von einem Vorgesetzten und von den Aufträgen haben, bedeutet nicht, dass ich Ihnen erlaube, der Bestrafung sogar vorübergehend zu entgehen, Scharfuhrer Hautt. Tatsächlich achte ich es, dass Obergruppenfuhrer Pohl von Ihren Tätigkeiten erlernt und ich persönlich zurück zu ihm über alles berichte. Sie zwei sind unschätzbares Werkzeug, wenn Sie das Lager zusammen mit den anderen Schweinen in diesem Lager umbauen."

Standing up, he turned and approached Wolff again. He had known about the Scharfuhrer's role there. The Obergruppenfuhrer had informed him prior to his arrival. In the end, Hautt had miserably failed Pohl as well as Schwarz. "Wir benötigen viel Arbeit, dieses Lager zurück in Arbeitsbedingung zu erhalten. Wir müssen die Juden in Reinigung und in den Wiederaufbau ihrer eigenen Verwirrung zwingen. Ich fordere Ihre Unterstützung für die nächsten Wochen, Herrn Kriminalkommissar. Fürs Erste müssen um Sie Ihre Wunde richtig gekümmert werden. Nicht sogar würde ich viel länger mit diesem mickrigen Lappen um mein Bein dauern." Erik was grinning as he walked towards Wolff, hopeful to see the relationship between the son and father figures develop a bit better. The last time Schneider had met and respected a man as much as Wolff, he had been a young, fresh officer meeting Rafael Wolfram for the first time.

Translations:

- "Do shut up. You obviously have no idea what you are talking about, Scharfuhrer. Just because you have been with us this whole time does not give you the right to thrust yourself into my nor Herr Wolff's position or excuse you from a cell."

- "Seeing as there is no available cell left in the barracks and I do not wish to waste any more time, you will be enjoying your stay with thew Jews for now. You, get over here and hand me your weapon too."

- "I am deeply sorry about that. I just can not stand a prisoner and lowly Scharfuhrer giving my orders improperly. Now, you will see to it that one of the Foreign Platoons is sent out in search and spreads the word of the escapees. I want the rest of the guards taken up their rightful duties. The reinforcing troops will see to it that the camp is reconstructed and properly guarded as well."

- "Just because you two helped in putting down this revolt, you will not be excuse from your punishment. And just because you have a letter from a superior and orders, does not mean I will allow you to escape the punishment even temporarily, Scharfuhrer Hautt. In fact, I will see to it that Obergruppenfuhrer Pohl learns of your actions and I will personally report back to him about everything. You two will be invaluable tool in rebuilding the camp along with the other swine in this camp."

- "We will need a lot of work to get this camp back into working condition. We will need to force the Jews into cleaning and rebuilding their own mess. I will require your assistance for the next few weeks, Herr Kriminalkommissar. For now, you will need your wound to be properly looked after. Not even I would last much longer with that measly rag around my leg."

[Otto Wolff]

He might have been tired and in pain, but Otto could not ignore the strange attitude of Scharführer Hautt as the man spoke out of turn. He acted as if Otto had asked his opinion when it came to interrogating the prisoners or organizing search parties to bring back the escaped prisoners. If the man had been of higher rank, Otto might have looked past a few exceptions in following military protocol, but Hautt was acting as if he was equal to the Obersturmführer and the Kriminalkommissar. He did not much care if the man had been working for the SD either and Otto himself would have not even dreamed of treating someone higher ranked than him in such a presumptuous way as this Scarführer was.

There was a cold silence between the three men for a moment after the Scharführer almost casually remarked that he had other things to do and did not even bother asking his commanding officer for permission to leave. Otto would have certainly said something to the man, but Schneider was quick to act again, as Otto had already witnessed many times today. He smacked the Scharführer and barked sharp words at him once again, although Otto was starting to doubt if talking would have any effect on the man. Maybe Hautt had been working in an office for far too long and had completely forgotten how to address his superiors, it was hard to say. Soldiers were not supposed to chat to their superiors unless they were answering a question.

When Schneider sharply commanded Hautt to join the Jewish prisoners, Otto was slightly surprised. Well, that was a bit harsh... but maybe it was just the right thing to toughen up Hautt and the Wehrmacht officer who had been fighting each other just earlier. Otto looked away to hide a little smirk that found it's way on his face. Even though today's events had been horrible, he did find some amusement in the fact that these two hotheads ended up with the other prisoners. They would certainly get their share of hard work in the coming days, although Otto wondered if he could make use of Hautt as a translator later on. Maybe after he had been sweating with rebuilding the camp for a few days first.

Obersturmführer Schneider addressed Hautt for a moment, but then returned back to the Kriminalkommissar, grinning. "Wir benötigen viel Arbeit, dieses Lager zurück in Arbeitsbedingung zu erhalten. Wir müssen die Juden in Reinigung und in den Wiederaufbau ihrer eigenen Verwirrung zwingen. Ich fordere Ihre Unterstützung für die nächsten Wochen, Herrn Kriminalkommissar. Fürs Erste müssen um Sie Ihre Wunde richtig gekümmert werden. Nicht sogar würde ich viel länger mit diesem mickrigen Lappen um mein Bein dauern."

"Ja Ja, Sie Rech haben, Obersturmführer. Ich kann bereits die Erdhügel von Schreibarbeiten sehen, die dieser Verwirrung folgen werden. Und natürlich vielleicht würde es am besten sein, einen Sanitäter bald zu sehen," Otto regarded with a sigh and then glanced at the wound, as if he had almost forgotten about it. He actually had not and the pain was making him feel like he would spout out curses any moment now, but he kept his cool the best he could. The next thing he really wanted to do now was to just sit down for a moment, something he would not of course admit out loud.

"Ich denke, dass wir einige andere Offiziere finden und sehen sollten, was sie über diese Verwirrung sagen müssen. Ich werde sicher einen Schnaps an der Verwirrung des Offiziers heute Abend genießen. Vielleicht werden Sie fähig sein schließen sich mir, Obersturmführer an, und wir können einige Kriegsgeschichten tauschen? Oder eine andere Nacht sieht es wirklich sicher aus, dass es viel Arbeit gibt, um heute zu tun, und ich hier für einige Zeit jetzt bleiben werde, scheint es," Otto added with a certain distaste, it was obvious that he really did not relish the thought of staying anywhere near the camp for any longer than was required of him. It would be interesting at least to have a small chat with this promising Obersturmführer, a young man who could have just as well been Otto's own son. He had in this short time developed some almost fatherly feelings towards the man and felt a sense of pride in the way he had seen Schneider conducting himself today.

Glancing behind him towards the prisoners and Hautt, the Kriminalkommissar turned around and nodded at Schneider, starting towards the door of the crematorium. While walking, he could not really stop himself from wincing slightly at the pain in his leg and he hoped that Schneider would not notice it.

Otto did not look forward to writing a report of all the things that had happened in the camp today, but he certainly was keen to know how such a travesty could have happened in the first place. The remaining Sonderkommandos would soon tell him everything they knew, Otto would make sure of it.


Translations:

"Ja Ja, Sie Rech haben, Obersturmführer. Ich kann bereits die Erdhügel von Schreibarbeiten sehen, die dieser Verwirrung folgen werden. Und natürlich vielleicht würde es am besten sein, einen Sanitäter bald zu sehen."
"Yes yes, you are quite right, Obersturmführer. I can already see the mounds of paperwork that will follow this mess. And of course, maybe it would be best to see a medic soon."

"Ich denke, dass wir einige andere Offiziere finden und sehen sollten, was sie über diese Verwirrung sagen müssen. Ich werde sicher einen Schnaps an der Verwirrung des Offiziers heute Abend genießen. Vielleicht werden Sie fähig sein schließen sich mir, Obersturmführer an, und wir können einige Kriegsgeschichten tauschen? Oder eine andere Nacht sieht es wirklich sicher aus, dass es viel Arbeit gibt, um heute zu tun, und ich hier für einige Zeit jetzt bleiben werde, scheint es."
"I think we should find some other officers and see what they have to say about this mess. I for one would enjoy a schnapps at the officer's mess tonight. Maybe you will be able join me, Obersturmführer, we can trade a few war stories? Or some other night, it does certainly look like there is a lot of work to do today and I will be staying here for some good time now, it seems."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

All I can say is...

WOW!

Big monies for all!

Hautt - 14

Schneider - 14

Wolff - 14



-JT ;D