Out In The Sun [Jonas, Strum - Aksel?]

[Heidi]

Country: France, Axis territory.
Current Time: 11:15
Weather Conditions: Bright, sunny morning, a few clouds in the sky.

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For the past few days, Adelheid had mostly been in bed, recovering from what a doctor had called an "Erschütterung". Apparently, the young child had received it when she had been mugged, the rifle butt that slammed into the side of her head hitting much too hard. It had done something to her brain, and the doctor had ordered her to stay in bed for a few days, just so her head could go back to normal. That time was now up, and Adelheid had been outside playing after breakfast, eager to stretch her legs.

Humming a soft, nameless tune, Adelheid now sat close to the dirt road near the inn, with instructions not to go beyond the property. Being the obedient girl she was, she had stayed in that area, busying herself by picking flowers. Her aim was to make a bouquet for Herr Jonas; she still didn't trust him, but he seemed kind of sad the past few days, so it would be nice. Hopefully, the gold and blue blossoms that resembled his hair and colour would be a perfect gift.

The sound of boy's voices caused Adelheid to suddenly stiffen, and her head snapped up. She felt the blood drain from her face as a group of Hitler Youth boys approached - after being attacked by them, she would never forget the look of their uniforms. Gulping, she scurried away from the road, turning her back so they wouldn't see her face and plopping down in the shadow of the inn. The bundle of flowers was held close to her chest as well, so they wouldn't get any ideas.

Besides, if they came close, all she had to do was go to Herr Jonas. He could be quite scary.


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OOC - Hopefully, I didn't god-mod anyone or anything.

Translations:

Erschütterung - Concussion

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Strumfelder was no in a good mood. He was an officer! A soldier! Not a petty village doctor who tended to nothing more than a few cuts and bruises! He was disgraced that they were sending him on such a menial task. Those idiots would pay for their incompetence. Strumfelder was riding in his Mercedes, his Sergeant was driving, who fancied himself as a racing driver judging by his shoddy driving skills. They were twisting along tight country roads, travelling to see a little girl who had been hit on the head with a rifle. It was a pity the soldier hadn’t seen fit to finish the little brat. Strumfelder would have given the man a bonus if it meant he didn’t have to be where he was right now.

They were heading to some French inn; at least Strumfelder could get a free drink, as long as it wasn’t bloody wine. A Captain was staying in the area, a soldier of the Wehrmacht who probably cared more about polishing his medal rack than fighting and killing for the Führer. They were little boys who enjoyed trying to fool themselves into believing they were soldiers. They didn’t care what happened to Germany, as long as their moustaches still got trimmed the next morning. Not the type of people who new what was needed to make Germany great. With any luck Strumfelder might just run into this bloke, and giving Jonsen some target practise.

The car shot over a very deep bump. “Bitte fahren Sie langsameres. Mein Kopf verletzt bereits genug ohne Sie einen großen roten Klumpen ihm hinzufügend. Verlangsamung.” Jonsen nodded. Strumfelder restraightened his eye patch with his two gloved hands. He was tired. He kept dreaming about Wolfrick, and that day in Munich. He was concerned about his Major, who seemed to have disappeared yet again. Strumfelder hoped he’d be okay, but was also mindful that in his absence, he was second in command of the division. And with one bullet, he could be head of the division. It was a very tempting prospect indeed.

The outline of a village appeared as they exited a wooded part of the road. They were a little way off, and within thirty seconds Strumfelder spotted the sign for the French inn. He tried to decide what he would have after today’s work. The in keeper could not stop him after all, because both himself and Jonsen were armed men. He would grant the wife to Jonsen if he did a good job. They pulled up outside the building, and Strumfelder noticed a small gaggle of Hitler Youths up the road. At least not all the French deserved to be shot.

Strumfelder stepped out, as did Jonsen who quickly loaded his weapon. They moved toward the inn, and Strumfelder noticed a small girl by a window. He swore. Did these French imbeciles think that they knew more about medicine than German doctors? Maybe they should just leave this vermin to die out. “Pourquoi soyez vous pas dans le lit?” he demanded, in poor French, confronting the girl.

Translations:
“Bitte fahren Sie langsameres. Mein Kopf verletzt bereits genug ohne Sie einen großen roten Klumpen ihm hinzufügend. Verlangsamung.”
~ Please, drive slower. My head already hurts enough without you adding a large red lump to it. Slow down.

“Pourquoi soyez vous pas dans le lit?”[/b
~ Why be you not in bed?

[Jonas Merhoff]

The park was peaceful and soothing as a rather philosophic Hauptmann sat in the vibrant park. The warmth of the sun felt satisfying on his darkened skin for once. Jonas reposed himself on the bench in the serenity of the park, picking apart the ideology of the infamous Adolf Hitler. He was a man who had never passed high school or received a full education, but now he was able to read the famous book in a whole new light. Finishing yet another chapter, his hand slid the book shut. He was done for the day.

Having already eaten breakfast, met with his COs, and drilled his men, he was to return to the inn to complete some trivial tasks and then prepare for lunch. Scooping a brown leather dispatch case off the ground, he flipped the already unlocked flap back and buried the book in to it. He had read enough of his leader's lies for one day. Some files still sat in the case, but must were useless. They were his orders to occupy the town and also supplied varying information on the Allied threat in Western Europe. He swung the long strap around his right shoulder so the case rested against his left thigh and set off towards the inn.

He came upon a group of marching Hitler Youth boys, now disgusted by how his leaders had managed to brainwash these children into what they wanted and required. But there was another interesting site, a Mercedes was speeding towards the inn now and Jonas could just barely see a glimpse of Adelheid cowering in fear the front area of the inn. At least she had followed his orders... the inn protected her from being exposed the many of the Nazis in the town, but as long as she was in France... she would always be exposed. The Mercedes coming to a halt before the inn and a Doctor climbing out into the dirt road was quite the sight to behold. He was Waffen SS. They had sent the Waffen SS to inspect a little girl. Not just any division of the SS, but the 2nd SS Panzer Division "Das Reich". Jonas recognized the Sergeants uniform instantaneously. He had fought alongside the division more than once.

"Sie spricht nicht französisch. Sie ist, Doktor deutsch. " Jonas spoke loud and clearly, catching the attention of both the SS men in the area. These were the men who had been most manipulated by the words of Hitler and they would go to great lengths to do his bidding. They fought for the Fuhrer... not their country. They recruited young boys who were excited to undergo SS training and transformed them into over-zealous soldiers, willing to put their lives down for the Fuhrer at any given moment. His stern, battle scarred face overlooked the two men. The disfigured face of the Doctor drawing most of his eyes attention, but Jonas knew not to be rude and stare at the wounds. Besides, these arrogant SS got as much of a kick out of killing their own men then the enemy.

Translations:

"Sie spricht nicht französisch. Sie ist, Doktor deutsch. "
- "She does not speak French. She is German, Doctor. "

[Heidi]

OOC - Don't know if Aksel is going to jump in. So, when he does, I'll add him to the posting order.

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Adelheid tried not to look at who was coming up behind her, the girl nervously picking at a few more wildflowers that had managed to spring up in the inn's shadow. There were white with a brilliant yellow centre, so they'd be like clouds among the blue flowers, which were the sky...yes...

“Pourquoi soyez vous pas dans le lit?”

A squeak came from Adelheid as a husky voice spoke, using that nasally language that Fräu and Herr Pierpont used. Stiffening, she shakily replied, "I-Ich…b-b-bin ich t-traurig, H-H-Herr…Ich…Ich…"

"Sie spricht nicht französisch. Sie ist, Doktor deutsch."

Adelheid's black eyes darted over to where the voice had come from, and despite the fact he still intimidated her, she was glad to see it was Herr Jonas. Like a bat out of a firepit, she bolted over to him, not daring to look back. Ducking and hiding behind his taller, stronger form, the flowers held to her chest as tightly as she could hold them, Adelheid peeked out from the side.

Once again, she swallowed, the face of the nearby Nazi enough to make her wet herself - she had enough self-control, however, not to do such. Half of his face was stern and cold, albeit normal...and the other half was a mess of reddish, terrible scarring. A pirate's eyepatch went over his eye, and his glare looked murderous. The little girl's blood ran cold; he had the same look the Nazis who took over St. Peter's Haven had.

Hopefully, he would be nicer. However, Adelheid's instincts told her otherwise, and they had almost always been right. Slowly, she inched back behind Jonas, knowing very well she was putting her life in the hands of a man she did not yet trust.


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Translations:

I-I...I a-a-am s-sorry, M-M-Mister...I...I...

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

The girl before him stuttered a few German words. Coupled with the insane shouting from some Wehrmacht man rushing towards them, Strumfelder deduced that this girl did not speak French, but German. Ahhh, this looked to be the Captain; at least this journey would be not all boredom. The girl quickly darted behind the Captain as he approached, hiding between his legs. Strumfelder sighed. This could make his life considerably harder.

Strumfelder examined the Captain with his dark eye, absorbing the man’s features. This stuck up man who felt Germany was more deserving than the man who had saved the wreck of a nation. He didn’t want to start thinking along those lines, or he would really become angry. This man was a deluded idiot, and he only deserved such treatment of thought. Nothing more.

He looked down at the girl. “Ich bin Doktor Strumfelder. Zu Ihnen: Doktor. Ich bin hier, Ihnen zu helfen. Gehen Sie bitte zurück nach innen. Ich denke nicht Wünsche dieses Herrn, um Sie zu haben, ihn zu belästigen.” Strumfelder again looked at the man, making it clear he was not welcome. He didn’t trust him. He wanted this girl out of sight and out of mind, but he had a feeling this man may would be stubborn about leaving. If needs be Jonsen could handle the situation with his weapon. Then at least there would not be a problem again.

“Ich wünsche Sie, um zu gehen, jetzt. Ich weiß nicht, wem Sie sind, aber Sie die lebenswichtige Arbeit des Waffen SS stören. Urlaub.” Strumfelder spoke confidently, and tightened his grip on his walking cane. Next to him, Jonsen loudly cocked his weapon and stood by his commander, letting the barrel point towards the Captain. Strumfelder was a not a man to be challenged. That reminded him. He need to check the reports on the bomb blast he’d had set up. He would gladly like to hear that that American scumbag had lost his legs. Vlakte also needed dealing with as well come to think of it.


Translations:
“Ich bin Doktor Strumfelder. Zu Ihnen: Doktor. Ich bin hier, Ihnen zu helfen. Gehen Sie bitte zurück nach innen. Ich denke nicht Wünsche dieses Herrn, um Sie zu haben, ihn zu belästigen.”
~ I am Doctor Strumfelder. To you: Doctor. I am here to help you. Please go back inside. I do not think this gentleman wishes to have you pestering him.

“Ich wünsche Sie, um zu gehen, jetzt. Ich weiß nicht, wem Sie sind, aber Sie die lebenswichtige Arbeit des Waffen SS stören. Urlaub.”
~ I wish you to leave, now. I do not know who you are but you are disturbing the vital work of the Waffen SS. Leave.

[Jonas Merhoff]

Jonas, for the most part, was largely unaffected by the Doctor's obvious threats. An arrogant fool who thought serving Hitler gave him the power to what he pleased. Morals should be an unwritten rule to be followed by anyone. The pride that manifested within the SS Doctor was not from fighting for his country and participating in both victory and defeat... but because he sold his life to the Fuhrer. If he wished, he would react as harsh as ever to the threats, but he couldn't do that. It would endanger both him and the child. That was the greatest of his worries these days. Not his own life, but Adelheid. Any moron could see that almost the entire village despised the girl. "Ich verstehe, behandele. Lassen Sie mich einfach haben ein Wort mit dem Mädchen. "

Kneeling down so his back was facing the Waffen SS men, he whispered to be certain he wasn't overheard. "Adelheid, diese Männer sollen nicht vertraut werden. Sagen Sie nichts der Nazin oder der Nicht-Nazin. Geben Sie, beim Sprechen mit ihnen und zeigen Sie nicht Ihre Furcht acht. Lassen Sie ihn seine Arbeit erledigen und gehen. Ich bin im Bereich, falls aller geschieht. Ich mag nicht diese Männer…" Jonas paused and made sure Adelheid understood, before raising up again. Turning and nodding at the SS Doctor, he began to make his way into the inn.

Making his way through the lobby, he swiftly walked into a backroom and checked on his pistol. The disfigured man and his obedient Sergeant gave off an unfriendly vibe. Slipping a Luger out from the holster on his uniform, he checked the area to ensure no one would see. It was mainly a supply room so not many people would venture back into it. Turning the safety off, he cocked the Luger back, pondering the though of actually having to kill the two visitors. Something that would ruin his life, career, and reputation all because of a small child.

Slipping the deadly German pistol back into it's holster and placing his right hand on his hip to be prepared, he began to search the room. He needed to plan ahead in case someone noticed him in the room. The man at the front desk had just only returned from a bathroom break and there was nobody in the lobby to spot him making his way into the supply room. Quickly, his eyes scanned and set upon a bottle of French wine. Immediately, the excuse was formed and Jonas felt safe mysteriously hiding in a supply room. Now, he began the waiting game.

Translations:

"Ich verstehe, behandele. Lassen Sie mich einfach haben ein Wort mit dem Mädchen. "
- "I understand, Doctor. Just let me have a word with the girl. "

"Adelheid, diese Männer sollen nicht vertraut werden. Sagen Sie nichts der Nazin oder der Nicht-Nazin. Geben Sie, beim Sprechen mit ihnen und zeigen Sie nicht Ihre Furcht acht. Lassen Sie ihn seine Arbeit erledigen und gehen. Ich bin im Bereich, falls aller geschieht. Ich mag nicht diese Männer…"
- "Adelheid, these men are not to be trusted. Say nothing of the Nazis or the Not-Nazis. Be careful when speaking to them and do not show your fear. Let him do his job and leave. I will be in the area in case anything happens. I do not like these men..."

[Heidi]

Adelheid slowly nodded, strangely glad that Herr Jonas agreed with her gut feeling. He was quite odd for a Nazi...ever since breakfast only days before, he had been...different. Instead of trying to tell Adelheid how great the Nazis were, he merely talked to her about different things, like life and the weather. Adelheid was beginning to wonder if he was even a Nazi at all - maybe he was just pretending to be, for some reason. She still wouldn't trust him, though.

"Ich bin gut," Adelheid whispered back, a look of desperate hope on her face. "Bitte vergessen Sie nicht. Sie sind, Herr Jonas sehr furchtsam."

When Herr Jonas began to walk away, Adelheid walked forward, coming to stand a foot in front of the scarred man. Herr Jonas quietly slipped into the inn, and his charge suddenly felt alone. All she could keep thinking about was what he had said, as well as silently pleading, Vergessen Sie mich nicht, vergessen mich nicht… Despite the fact that he was an odd Nazi, he still was one, and could always change his mind.

"Ich bin, wenn ich Sie umkippe, Herr Doktor sehr traurig," Adelheid said as politely and evenly as she could. "Der andere Doktor sagte, dass ich nach einer Woche draußen wieder spielen könnte. Ich bin traurig, wenn das nicht etwas ist, das ich sollte getan."

Her dark eyes flickered to the man standing beside the scarred one, then back to the scarred man's face. The latter looked old and tired, and very, very bitter. All that twisted, seemingly-melted flesh on the side of his face reminded her of Herr Claude's own scars - however, she'd never say it out loud, never ever. The Nazis and Not-Nazis hated each other, so the Nazis might get mad if she said something. Besides, the man before her gave her a bad enough feeling as it was...


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Translations:

Please don't forget. They are very scary, Mister Jonas.

Don't forget me, don't forget me...

I'm very sorry if I upset you, Mister Doctor. The other doctor said I could play outside again after a week. I'm sorry if that is not something I should have done.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Ah, that was better. This brat did have some manners, although the mention of the other Doctor was not welcome. Strumfelder was surprised that the Captain left, but that made everything that bit more suspicious. Something was more important to that man than losing face to an SS man. Strumfelder was not happy. “Jonsen, folgen diesem Mann und sehen ihn cuases keine Mühe. Selbst wenn er Ihnen gerade das geringfügigste von Gründen gibt, töten Sie ihn. Am allerwenigsten erhalten Sie ihn aus dem Gasthaus heraus. Ich fühle mich nicht in seiner Anwesenheit zu bequem.” The Sergeant nodded slowly, then quietly entered the inn, keeping a close eye out for the Wehrmacht man.

Strumfelder turned to look at the girl before him. She was a German, eh? Then what the hell was she doing so close to the front. Strumfelder would have heads cracked for this, but at the moment his priorities were looking this girl over, and then enjoying a nice drink, French or not. “Junge Dame, müssen wir nach innen gehen. Nehmen Sie mich zu Ihrem Raum. Ich interessiere mich nicht, was andere Doktoren Ihnen erklärt haben. Sie dienen nicht das Führer loyal. Ab sofort sind Sie nicht Urlaub Ihr Bett für zwei Wochen, das execpt, zum der Toilette zu waschen und zu benutzen.” He would make sure her guardian kept her to this schedule, or the guardian would be replaced.

He thought about that Captain again. He was a bad influence to such a child, polluting her mind with his ideas. The ideas of a failed soldier, who was simply bitter and wanted to bring the Reich down from the inside. Strumfelder would have him investigated by the Gestapo, but for now he needed to sever the connection between him and the child. “Wenn es zu diesem Mann kommt, sollen Sie nicht auf ihn hören und ignorieren, was er Ihnen erklärt. Er ist ein Verräter zu seinem Land und der erstaunliche Mann, der es speicherte. Alles, das er wünscht, ist jemand, zum zu seinen Ideen, seine dummen lächerlichen Ideen zu hören, und er hat ein verletzbares Kind ausgewählt. Wenn ich Sie sehe, mit ihm zu sprechen oder sogar seine Anwesenheit wieder bestätige, habe ich Sie geschlagen. Und es ist ' Doctor' , nicht ' Herr Doctor'.”

Strumfelder would be seeing more of this girl, and that Captain… Maybe it wasn’t even worth dragging it through the burocrats at the Gestapo. A simple bullet would short the problem in a much faster and cost effective manner.


Translations
“Jonsen, folgen diesem Mann und sehen ihn cuases keine Mühe. Selbst wenn er Ihnen gerade das geringfügigste von Gründen gibt, töten Sie ihn. Am allerwenigsten erhalten Sie ihn aus dem Gasthaus heraus. Ich fühle mich nicht in seiner Anwesenheit zu bequem.”
~ Jonsen, follow that man, and see he causes no trouble. Even if he gives you just the slightest of reasons, kill him. At the very least, get him out of the inn. I do not feel too comfortable in his presence.

“Junge Dame, müssen wir nach innen gehen. Nehmen Sie mich zu Ihrem Raum. Ich interessiere mich nicht, was andere Doktoren Ihnen erklärt haben. Sie dienen nicht das Führer loyal. Ab sofort sind Sie nicht Urlaub Ihr Bett für zwei Wochen, das execpt, zum der Toilette zu waschen und zu benutzen.”
~ Young lady, we must go inside. Take me to your room. I do not care what other Doctors have told you. They do not serve the Führer loyally. From now on, you are not leave your bed for two weeks, except to wash and use the toilet.

“Wenn es zu diesem Mann kommt, sollen Sie nicht auf ihn hören und ignorieren, was er Ihnen erklärt. Er ist ein Verräter zu seinem Land und der erstaunliche Mann, der es speicherte. Alles, das er wünscht, ist jemand, zum zu seinen Ideen, seine dummen lächerlichen Ideen zu hören, und er hat ein verletzbares Kind ausgewählt. Wenn ich Sie sehe, mit ihm zu sprechen oder sogar seine Anwesenheit wieder bestätige, habe ich Sie geschlagen. Und es ist ' Doctor' , nicht ' Herr Doctor'.”
~ When it comes to that man, you are to not listen to him, and ignore what he tells you. He is a traitor to his country, and the amazing man who saved it. All he wants is someone to listen to his ideas, his stupid ridiculous ideas, and he has picked a vulnerable child. If I see you speak to him, or even acknowledge his presence again, I will have you beaten. And it is 'Doctor', not 'Mister Doctor'.

[Jonas Merhoff]

"Scheiße! " Jonas cussed under his breath in the dim light of the storage room. The SS Sergeant had entered the lobby with the intent of finding somebody. Jonas. Thinking quickly, Jonas decided to appear "natural". He made sure his Luger was secure in its holster before he grasped the neck of the wine bottle and lifted of the shelves. He prepared himself for the unexpected as he stood beside the door. He saw the blood lust in the Doctor's eyes and he knew when he was... disliked. Hated. Could these men tell Jonas's newly developed doubt in Hitler so easily? He cursed himself for exposing it.

Coming out from the storage room casually to not to cause any alert to the Sergeant, he approached the front desk. Jonsen, who had been looking towards the dining room, noticed Jonas as he began to speak. "Seien Sie sicher, mehr dieses Weins zu bestellen. Ihr Versorgungsmaterial läuft niedrig." Turning on his heels, he pretended to just have noticed the Sergeant. "Oh, hallo Sergeant. Ich bin gerade oben in meinem Raum, dritter Stock auf dem Recht. Das Mädchen bleibt im Raum über dem Fußboden."

Nodding towards Jonsen, he turned on his heels once more and set off for the stairs. The French wine sloshed around in the bottle as Jonas looked straight ahead. His mind raced with the ideas of Jonsen opening up on him from behind for no reason. The SS acted inhumanely for no reason almost daily. They were hard to trust and one had to be prepared for any "mishaps". Even a lowly Doctor, whose rank was far below Jonas's one, was arrogant enough to disrespect the veteran Captain.

In the back of his mind, Jonas was wondering what Adelheid was going through. This horribly disfigured man would approach her with lies and harsh words. Not much unlike Jonas had been with her. But the SS were worse... far worse. Could the words of this SS man get through to the little girl. Even Jonas had almost managed to do so, but could this Doctor do even more damage. Jonas almost shuddered at the though of little Adelheid becoming a Nazi.

Translations:

"Seien Sie sicher, mehr dieses Weins zu bestellen. Ihr Versorgungsmaterial läuft niedrig. "
- "Be sure to order more of this wine. Your supply is running low."

"Oh, hallo Sergeant. Ich bin gerade oben in meinem Raum, dritter Stock auf dem Recht. Das Mädchen bleibt im Raum über dem Fußboden."
- "Oh, hello Sergeant. I will just be up in my room, third floor on the right. The girl is staying in the room across the floor."

[Heidi]

Kill? Kill?! What did he mean for the other scary man, "Jonsen", to kill Herr Jonas for any reason?! Adelheid could not help but be scared. Her eyes fixed themselves upon the man who was leaving, and she paled slightly. A tiny gulp could be heard coming from her, and would be obvious to the man how Adelheid was feeling. She had broken Herr Jonas's first rule of dealing with these new, horrible Nazis.

Turning her head slightly to look back at Doctor Strumfelder, just in time for him to give her new doctors' orders. No leaving her bed for two whole weeks, except for perfectly good reasons. She nodded competently to show her understanding, and added for manners' sake, "Ja Doktor, tue ich den." Hopefully, her voice hadn't betrayed too much to the scarred doctor.

But what came next, however, put more fear into Adelheid then anything else before. The man's voice became a growl, his single blue eye seemed to bore into hers black, and it was like he was speaking with the voice of the Devil. Adelheid trembled for just a moment, seemingly hypnotized by that one icy eye, paralyzed with terror afterwards.

“Wenn es zu diesem Mann kommt, sollen Sie nicht auf ihn hören und ignorieren, was er Ihnen erklärt. Er ist ein Verräter zu seinem Land und der erstaunliche Mann, der es speicherte. Alles, das er wünscht, ist jemand, zum zu seinen Ideen, seine dummen lächerlichen Ideen zu hören, und er hat ein verletzbares Kind ausgewählt. Wenn ich Sie sehe, mit ihm zu sprechen oder sogar seine Anwesenheit wieder bestätige, habe ich Sie geschlagen. Und es ist 'Doctor' , nicht 'Herr Doctor'.”

He was going to beat her if she ever talked to Herr Jonas again. Beat her. The man was probably lying; he probably was going to kill her if she did so. This wasn't right - she had to tell Herr Jonas, he'd fix everything, even if he was just another bad, bad Nazi...

Her voice left her, though, and all that came out was a squeak. Lips clamping together, the girl nodded vigourously. Slowly, she would turn, looking uneasily over her back for a moment before proceeding forward. Doctor Strumfelder wanted them to go to her room, and she would take him there.

"Ich zeige Ihnen die Weise zu meinem Raum, Doktor, also müssen Sie nach ihm suchen nicht," Adelheid said quietly, hoping that it sounded appropriate to say. When she entered the inn with the Doctor in tow, she would not dare to look in Jonas's direction. Instead, her head would slightly hang, and she would proceed up the stairs, just like she was supposed to.


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Translations:

Yes Doctor, I will do that.

I will show you the way to my room, Doctor, so you don't have to look for it.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Jonsen beckoned Strumfelder over the moment he had entered the inn. He didn’t look happy. “Dieser Mann ist zweifellos bis zu etwas. Er wunderte gerade sich aus einem kleinen Speicher heraus und herum bewog ein Wein botle wellenartig. Ich weiß, dass er nicht getrunken wird, aber er bewaffnet ist. Er ist im dritten Stock aparently, herüber vom Mädchen.” Strumfelder was slightly shocked at what his Sergeant was telling him. Maybe it was because the Captain’s actions made little sense. Strumfelder couldn’t put up with an idiot like this roaming around his place of work. He’d get rid of him now, while the rat was trapped. “Gehen Sie und stellen Sie sicher, dass er nicht seinen Raum lässt. Ich schlage auch vor, dass Sie ihn von seiner Waffe entlasten.” Jonsen nodded and disappeared up a set of wooden steps.

The girl still by his side, Strumfelder moved over towards the bar, where the inn keeper was watching him with his beady French eyes. “Où est votre téléphone?” Strumfelder asked. The Frenchman stood up straight as if trying to compete with the Doctor’s presence. It annoyed Strumfelder considerably. “Pourquoi? the inn keeper challenged. Strumfelder had had enough. He lifted his walking high into the air and brought it down around the inn keeper’s head. It smashed into the jaw, sending out a small spray of blood, and throwing the middle aged Frenchman to the ground. “Aufenthalt.” he spoke to the girl.

Strumfelder moved around the back of the bar and saw that the Frenchman had actually been trying to conceal the telephone from view when he stood up strong. The man now looked up at Strumfelder from the ground, blood dripping in several lines along his face. It was a look of utter contempt and hatred. It appeared this man still didn’t realise his place in society. Strumfelder drew his pistol and put a bullet between his eyes. He’d have someone clear that mess up later.

He lifted the receiver of the telephone, and spoke to the operator on the other end. “Bonjour, passez-moi les sièges sociaux locaux d'unité de Gestapo. Merci. Guter Tag. Dieses ist Unterärtzlichführer Erhard Strumfelder. Ich bin am Gasthaus Chevron, und es gibt ein Problem, das Notwendigkeiten entfernt zu werden. Es gibt einen Mann, ein Wehrmacht Kapitän, den ich bin ein Verräter und eine Gefahr in das deutsche Reich fürchte. Er ist bewaffnet und ich fürchte auch mich für das Leben meines Sergeants, das ging, ihn festzuhalten, und das Leben des kleinen Mädchens mich begleitend. Ich schlage Sie Gebrauchkraft eher als folgere, um diesen Verräter zu begreifen vor. Wie lang, bis Sie hier sein können? 20 Minuten. Wie lang bis Kripo eine Maßeinheit hier sein kann; Wirklich Furcht der Tür I für dieses arme Kind? 5 Minuten. Danke. Beeilen Sie bitte sich.” Strumfelder placed the receiver back, and looked at the bloody corpse by his feat. So the Captain had already murdered, trying to kill the brave German at the telephone, and hitting the poor inn keeper next to him? Then the coward had fled back upstairs, as Strumfelder bravely fought to defend the small girl. Tut, tut. “Mädchen, sorgen nicht sich um Ihren Raum zurzeit. Finden Sie einen Sitz in einem anderen Raum, und bleiben Sie schwer zugänglich. Ich bin kurz gesagt.”


Translations:
“Dieser Mann ist zweifellos bis zu etwas. Er wunderte gerade sich aus einem kleinen Speicher heraus und herum bewog ein Wein botle wellenartig. Ich weiß, dass er nicht getrunken wird, aber er bewaffnet ist. Er ist im dritten Stock aparently, herüber vom Mädchen.”
~ That man is certainly up to something. He just wondered out of a tiny store, waving a wine bottle around. I know he is not drunk, but he is armed. He is on the third floor apparently, across from the girl.

“Gehen Sie und stellen Sie sicher, dass er nicht seinen Raum lässt. Ich schlage auch vor, dass Sie ihn von seiner Waffe entlasten.”
~ Go, and make sure he does not leave his room. I also suggest you relieve him of his weapon.

“Où est votre téléphone?”
~ Where is your phone?

“Pourquoi?
~ Why?

“Aufenthalt.”
~ Stay.

“Bonjour, passez-moi les sièges sociaux locaux d'unité de Gestapo. Merci. Guter Tag. Dieses ist Unterärtzlichführer Erhard Strumfelder. Ich bin am Gasthaus Chevron, und es gibt ein Problem, das Notwendigkeiten entfernt zu werden. Es gibt einen Mann, ein Wehrmacht Kapitän, den ich bin ein Verräter und eine Gefahr in das deutsche Reich fürchte. Er ist bewaffnet und ich fürchte auch mich für das Leben meines Sergeants, das ging, ihn festzuhalten, und das Leben des kleinen Mädchens mich begleitend. Ich schlage Sie Gebrauchkraft eher als folgere, um diesen Verräter zu begreifen vor. Wie lang, bis Sie hier sein können? 20 Minuten. Wie lang bis Kripo eine Maßeinheit hier sein kann; Wirklich Furcht der Tür I für dieses arme Kind? 5 Minuten. Danke. Beeilen Sie bitte sich.”
~ Hello, put me through to the local Gestapo unit headquarters. Thank you. Good day. This is Unterärtzlichführer Erhard Strumfelder. I am at the Inn Chevron, and there is a problem which needs to be removed. There is a man, a Wehrmacht Captain who I fear is a traitor and a danger to the German Reich. He is armed, and I also fear for the life of my Sergeant who went to arrest him, and the life of small girl accompanying me. I suggest you use force rather than reason to apprehend this traitor. How long until you can be here? 20 minutes. How long until a Kripo unit can be here; I really door fear for this poor child? 5 minutes. Thank you. Please hurry.

“Mädchen, sorgen nicht sich um Ihren Raum zurzeit. Finden Sie einen Sitz in einem anderen Raum, und bleiben Sie schwer zugänglich. Ich bin kurz gesagt.”
~ Girl, do not worry about your room for the moment. Find a seat in another room, and stay out of the way. I will be in shortly.

[Jonas Merhoff]

An oak door slammed shut behind Jonas. Instinctively, swirled around and searched the room. Having abandoned the wine long ago, Jonas raced over to his bedside and flipped the mattress up against the wall. It revealed the beautiful site of the Hauptmann's own Stg45. Grasping it's wooden stock, he swung it around his right shoulder. Not wanting the room to appear in a mess in case anyone tried to pursue him, he slid the mattress back down into place. Jonas gently slid up his window which overlooked the French town and dirt road. Fortunately, no one was in the area.

Sliding his aged body of the window, he dangled from the windows ledge. He found a satisfying section of vines that ran up his side of the inn and grabbed hold with his right hand, using his left to slide the window back in place. POW! Jonas almost lost his gripping at the sound of a gun shot. Was it Adelheid? Without hesitation, he descended the Eastern side of the inn using the vines. Slowly and silently, he reached the bottom and scanned the area once more. There was nothing but the grim site of the Mercedes. His left hand reached over to his right shoulder and gently slid the strap off. Crouching down, Jonas tightened the grip of his Stg45.

Moving slowly in the garden, he found his way to the front door and got below the window on the east side of it. Here he could overhear the words of the Doctor. It sounded as if he was on the telephone. "Bonjour, passez-moi les sièges sociaux locaux d'unité de Gestapo. Merci. Guter Tag. Dieses ist Unterärtzlichführer Erhard Strumfelder. Ich bin am Gasthaus Chevron, und es gibt ein Problem, das Notwendigkeiten entfernt zu werden. Es gibt einen Mann, ein Wehrmacht Kapitän, den ich bin ein Verräter und eine Gefahr in das deutsche Reich fürchte. Er ist bewaffnet und ich fürchte auch mich für das Leben meines Sergeants, das ging, ihn festzuhalten, und das Leben des kleinen Mädchens mich begleitend. Ich schlage Sie Gebrauchkraft eher als folgere, um diesen Verräter zu begreifen vor. Wie lang, bis Sie hier sein können? 20 Minuten. Wie lang bis Kripo eine Maßeinheit hier sein kann; Wirklich Furcht der Tür I für dieses arme Kind? 5 Minuten. Danke. Beeilen Sie bitte sich."

Raising up in front of the window, Jonas found the Doctor with his back turned to him speaking on the phone. He was calling for Gestapo... and Jonsen was upstairs trying to arrest him right now? This man was intent on ruining his life and Jonas felt like cutting him down with lead right now. But no... that was too risky... especially for Adelheid. Remembering Adelheid, he found her standing a few fight away from the Doctor. She had already noticed Jonas, who had raised his left index finger in front of his mouth. She would have to know that meant to be silent. Then he began to curl his left hand up and released it and repeated it. Obviously, he was calling for her to get off here. The sound of the telephone hanging up startled Jonas, who threw up his hand to say WAIT! and then ducked down behind the window. His heart racing, he awaited the Doctor to speak again. "Mädchen, sorgen nicht sich um Ihren Raum zurzeit. Finden Sie einen Sitz in einem anderen Raum, und bleiben Sie schwer zugänglich. Ich bin kurz gesagt."

Assuming she would make her way to the dining room, Jonas remained low and did the same. His head was turned to the left however, to make sure no one saw him... and more importantly that no one arrived. He had about 5 more minutes. 1 minute to get Adelheid, 2 minutes to get her out of the area of the inn, and 2 minutes to get as FAR away as possible. Finding an open window on the western side of the building, Jonas raised his head and found Adelheid strolling in but no SS Doctor. Relieved, he signaled for the girl. Grabbing hold of her, he pulled her out of the room gently. And set her down on the floor gently, signaling for her to be as quiet as possible. Then he began to make his way out to the back of the inn, ready in case the Doctor, Sgt, or reinforcements showed up. He was in a whole pile of shit...

OOC: Sorry for a bit of a god-mode at the end there Addie. Seems Strum is intent on keeping you, and I'm intent on getting you away . You could just refuse to go outside with Jonas if you wish.

[Heidi]

Adelheid shrieked in terror when the man was sucker-punched, shrinking back in horror when he was finally shot. The sound of blood splattering was a horrifying thing, but what was even more horrifying was what the Doctor had done. Doctors weren't supposed to kill - they were supposed to heal! This...this wasn't right...Adelheid tensed up, readying to flee...

But then she remembered what Doctor Strumfelder had said. "Auftenhalt." That, and the fact that he had threatened to hurt her if she ever tried to talk to Herr Jonas again. The fear he had instilled in the child was too strong for common sense to break through, so she stood stock still, pale as a sheet, waiting for his next orders.

Suddenly, a flash of black caught her eye, and she dared to turn her head. Adelheid's next expression was a mix of horror and relief - Herr Jonas was there! He hadn't forgotten! But...but Doctor Strumfelder...

Adelheid averted her eyes, just catching the Nazi's hand movements out of the corner of her eye. He was trying to get her to run, to get away from the horrible, evil Doctor...but then, he told her with his hands to wait, and when the Doctor turned, Adelheid snapped her head up. Once more, that blue bore into her, more terrifying then ever with the anger it held.

“Mädchen, sorgen nicht sich um Ihren Raum zurzeit. Finden Sie einen Sitz in einem anderen Raum, und bleiben Sie schwer zugänglich. Ich bin kurz gesagt.”

"Ja sir," the girl replied timidly, and immediately bolted for the closest room - the dining room. There, she scurried behind a table, threw herself down into a sitting position on the floor, and began bawling. Too much blood...the Doctor was too mean...everyone was mean...

She did not notice Jonas at the window, for her head was buried in her lap, tears staining her skirt.

++++++++++++++++++

Translations:

Yes sir.

OOC - Sorry Jonas, but she's just a kid, remember?

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Jonsen hurried up the steps, careful not to make a huge amount of sound. He followed the Captain up and up to the third floor. The man moved off down the corridor and Jonsen watched and listened from the stairwell. Once he was sure the Captain had entered, he slowly moved along the corridor himself, and examined the heavy oak door. Not strong enough to stop the bullet. He contemplated knocking, but that would give the traitor a moment to prepare, and aim for the door. No, Jonsen would use force.

He stepped back, and aimed for the top hinge. He spat three bullets into it, then four into the bottom one. Using his jackboot, he kicked the door in, and fired off two more bursts. “Hände oben!” he shouted, as other lodgers came to investigate the shots from their rooms. Jonsen moved in, weary of an ambush. He spotted the wide open window, but that might be a trap. He stormed the bathroom, to find nothing, and put a burst of bullets through the mattress, in case the man was below the bed. Nothing. He had escaped!

Jonsen spun around and pushed his way through the small crowd at the room’s door. He bolted down the stairs, taking them three at a time and burst into the bar below. Strumfelder turned to him. “Was ist falsch?” he questioned his Sergeant. “Dieser bastard! Er entging. Durch das Fenster seines Raumes. Wo ist das Kind?” Strumfelder knew what Jonsen was thinking. “Ich nehme sie dem Dachgeschosse und halte ihre Geisel. Ich bezweifele, dass Kapitän sehen wünscht, dass seiner einen Schuß schätzte. Das sollte ihn heraus spülen. Unterdessen suchen Sie den Bereich. Wenn er sich aufdeckt, reduzieren Sie ihn, solange das Kripo nicht angekommen sind.”

Jonsen sped off outside, while Strumfelder entered the room the girl had rushed to. It took him a moment to find her. She was crouched behind a table, tears running down her face. Needless to say, Strumfelder was not sympathetic. He reached down with his gloved hand and clawed into her long hair winding it around his hand tightly. He pulled her up sharply and shoved her forward, while he drew his pistol. Strumfelder moved forward and caught her by the back of the dress, then pulled her along with him. He dragged her upstairs, and up to the third floor. On it there were a gaggle of people, who were shocked by the new man’s presence with the weeping child.

Strumfelder shoved them aside. “Kommen Sie zurück zu Ihren Räumen, jetzt!” He pushed through into the Captains room, stepping over the smashed up door. the window was obvious the minute you entered. Strumfelder threw the girl forward into the wall, and kicked when she was slow about getting up. In the distance he was sure he could hear loud ringing bells. The Kripo were close.

Translations:
“Hände oben!”
~ Hands up!

“Dieser bastard! Er entging. Durch das Fenster seines Raumes. Wo ist das Kind?”
~ That bastard! He escaped. Through the window of his room. Where is the child?

“Ich nehme sie dem Dachgeschosse und halte ihre Geisel. Ich bezweifele, dass Kapitän sehen wünscht, dass seiner einen Schuß schätzte. Das sollte ihn heraus spülen. Unterdessen suchen Sie den Bereich. Wenn er sich aufdeckt, reduzieren Sie ihn, solange das Kripo nicht angekommen sind.”
~ I will take her to the top floor and hold her hostage. I doubt that Captain will want to see his cherished one shot. That should flush him out. Meanwhile, search the area. If he does reveal himself, cut him down, as long as the Kripo have not arrived.

“Kommen Sie zurück zu Ihren Räumen, jetzt!”
~ Get back to your rooms, now!

[Jonas Merhoff]

OOC: Your Sergeant won't be executed of course, unless you want him to. I don't want to rob you of a good 15 CP. When you deal with the Kripos later, you can save him.

Adelheid charged into the dining room and hid under a table, sobbing heavily. No! Why hadn't she spotted him? He tried to call for her, but it failed. He made one final attempt to get her out of the inn and began to climb over. By the time he heard the Doctor's footsteps going louder, he had his left leg in the the room. Panicking, he lunged out from his spot in the window and lie prone in the bushes. Jonas awaited for him to speak and then hopefully leave, but that wasn't the case. The only sound was Adelheid's pain as she was forcefully dragged out of the room. Jonas had failed her.

He pulled himself up in front of the window once more and watched in horror as the Doctor dragged Adelheid out of the room by her hair. What could he do though? This SS man possessed the power to ruin Jonas forever. Could Jonas even go back to his men? He would have an investigation on his head, because of a spoiled SS Doctor so use to having his way. A high and mighty Doctor who thought he was on top of the world. Jonas would bring him down a notch someday, he was sure of it. He swore it, that he would, and he would go through great lengths to do so. Pain, hate, or death.

"Unterärtzlichführer Erhard Strumfelder, komme ich für Sie. " He spoke entirely to himself, recalling what the Doctor had stated on the phone. His voice was hoarse and rough, and his right fist slammed against the rough stone wall of the French inn. His knuckles bled wildly, but he ignored the pain. The way he saw it, he could take out an entire Platoon of Kripos in a surprise attack, but the thing was... what would he do afterward? Jonas's life was falling to pieces with each passing moment and each trickle of blood down his fist. He studied the ruby red liquid, as if it held the answer to all his questions.

He pulled himself back into the dining room with renewed determination. He crept slowly, like a wolf tracking its prey. Remaining low to the ground, he halted in the lobby and scanned the area. No one was brave enough to be outside their rooms any longer, with the SS plaguing the area. He found the SS Sergeant outside, searching the bushes with his MP40. Grinning deviously, Jonas hurried over to the door and found the Sergeant with his back turned on him, prodding a bush with his MP40. Bringing his Stg45 up high above his shoulder like a bat, the Hauptmann prepared himself. Content that there was no one hiding in the bush, the Sergeant turned around to find the butt end of the Stg45 connecting with his jaw and throwing him upward. With no time to react or scream, the Sergeant was knocked out instantly.

In the next few minutes, Jonas stripped both him and the Sergeant down in the storage room and began to exchange clothes with him. Focusing on himself, Jonas made sure his new Waffen SS uniform was in perfect condition. His attention altered to that of the the Sergeant as the sound of ringing bells drew closer. He managed to get Jonsen into his old uniform in the nick of time. Lifting up the unconscious body, Jonas slung his Stg45 around his shoulder and firmly grasped the MP40 in his left hand. The "Hauptmann" rested over his right shoulder.

When Jonas arrived in the lobby, he found the Kripo leader with a handful of other men entering the lobby. Before they could call out for Strumfelder, Jonas rushed before him with Jonsen. "Sie sind spät. Unterärtzlichführer Strumfelder ist nicht mit Ihnen sehr erfreut. Sie am besten nehmen diesen Mann schnell. weg. und wenn ich Sie war, würde ich gerade den armen bastard sofort durchführen. Nicht sogar stören Sie mit Schreibarbeit, Strumfelder sortiert sie alle heraus. , Ihnen gerade zu versichern seien Sie auf seiner guten Seite. Ein leistungsfähiger Mann wie er könnte Sie ruinieren." Jonas threatened the Kripo leader and tossed the man onto the ground before his men. The best part about it is, the SS did seem to do whatever they pleased, so his orders would most likely go through. Hopefully, they would execute him before the Doctor could find out and save his Sergeant. The ringing bells grew faint again, as the Kripos sped off with the "criminal" and "traitor". Smiling, Jonas turned to face the stairs, contemplating his next move.

Translations:

"Unterärtzlichführer Erhard Strumfelder, komme ich für Sie. "
- "Unterärtzlichführer Erhard Strumfelder, I am coming for you. "

"Sie sind spät. Unterärtzlichführer Strumfelder ist nicht mit Ihnen sehr erfreut. Sie am besten nehmen diesen Mann schnell. weg. und wenn ich Sie war, würde ich gerade den armen bastard sofort durchführen. Nicht sogar stören Sie mit Schreibarbeit, Strumfelder sortiert sie alle heraus. , Ihnen gerade zu versichern seien Sie auf seiner guten Seite. Ein leistungsfähiger Mann wie er könnte Sie ruinieren."
- "You are late. Unterärtzlichführer Strumfelder is not very pleased with you. You best take away this man quickly... and if I were you, I would just execute the poor bastard straight away. Do not even bother with paperwork, Strumfelder will sort it all out. Just to assure you are on his good side. A powerful man like him could ruin you. "