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

[Niamh Dunlevy]

Her screams of terror did not faze the man. Like the claw of some great beast, he had wound her hair around his fingers, and was now dragging her along like an animal. She pulled at his hand, begging for him in unintelligible German to let go. He would not do such.

When they came to her room, Doctor Strumfelder threw her onto the floor. Adelheid crawled away, her sobbing heavier then before, her face red and wet. A sharp kick to her left side got her standing again, and she pressed herself against the wall. Her black eyes looked upon the man, and she felt nothing but hatred and fear, and longing. She wanted nothing more then her precious Onkel Mac or Onkel Stephen to save her. They would take her away, and Adelheid would be safe and free.

"B-B-Bitte Sir…w-warum S-Sie d-d-dies tuend s-sind?" Adelheid whimpered, her hands held to her chest. The flowers had fallen, spilling all over the floor like the shot man's blood, and she wished she still had them for comfort's sake. That, or her beloved little Silber...

"Bitte D-Doktor…tat er falsches n-nichts…

Her words would most likely go unheard - that, or she would be punished for them. However, out of all the Nazis Adelheid had met, Herr Jonas had been the kindest. When people made fun of her or said mean things, he drove them back. He fed the child, and he had tried to be her friend. The man was a living oxymoron, and Adelheid couldn't believe that she was finding something positive in him at all.

"Bitte…bitte, Doktor…" Adelheid whimpered once more, inching forward to try and get him to look at her, to listen to her. "Stoppen Sie es…bitte…"


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OOC - GAAAAAH! I forgot to log out! >.<

Translations:

Please, sir...why are you doing this?

Please, doctor...he didn't do anything wrong...

Please...please, Doctor...

Stop it...please...

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

OOC: I cut you off slightly Jonas, because it gives me a little more to work with.

What? This girl, this pathetic girl, dared to challenge him? Dared to think his actions were not rational! Dare to question him.

Strumfelder launched out a heavy kick with jackboot, hitting the young girl in the torso and knocking her down. He lifted his cane and brought the large silver end down on her once, twice, three times. “FRAGEN SIE MICH NICHT!” he roared at the height of his voice. He forced himself to stop. The girl was too valuable to kill just yet. She was bleeding over the floor now; she was lucky Strumfelder hadn’t shot her. He relaxed for a moment. Right now his priority was that Captain, and to make him pay.

Leaving the girl, he moved back into the corridor, which had now completely cleared, although he guessed many would be listening behind doors. Bastards. He moved into the Captain’s room and glanced out the window. The Kripo had arrived. He saw Jonsen talking to some men. Jonsen wasn’t that tall, and that size either. The man turned slightly Strumfelder spat on the floor. He spun on his heal and sprinted back to the girl. Picking the bloody mess of the ground and with his pistol drawn, he hurried down the stairs to see Kripo men inside the inn. They turned to face him, shocked by his appearance as well as his accomplice.

“Wer ist der Kommandant? Wer ist verantwortlich?” Strumfelder demanded. A young man of about thirty raised his hand “Ich bin. Strumfelder raised his pistol and shot the man twice in the skull. His corpse clattered to the floor loudly. Strumfelder spotted Jonsen slumped against a wall, in a miss fitting Wehrmacht uniform. “Sie verlosen, Außenseite mit mir jetzt.” Strumfelder dragged the girl forward through the door, and looked for the Sergeant. He couldn’t find him.

Strumfelder dumped the brat into the dirt at his feat, with the Kripo men surrounding him. He aimed the pistol at the girl.“Hauptmann! Ich schlage vor, dass Sie auf mich gut hören. Sind hier Sie Mädchen. Ich verstehe, dass Sie sie nicht geschädigt werden wünschen. Decken Sie sich innerhalb der folgenden fünf Sekunden auf, oder ich schieße sie. Es ist Ihre Wahl. Eine… zwei… drei…”

Translations:
“FRAGEN SIE MICH NICHT!”
~ DO NOT QUESTION ME!

“Wer ist der Kommandant? Wer ist verantwortlich?”
~ Who is the commander? Who is in charge?

“Sie verlosen, Außenseite mit mir jetzt.”
~ You lot, outside with me now.

“Hauptmann! Ich schlage vor, dass Sie auf mich gut hören. Sind hier Sie Mädchen. Ich verstehe, dass Sie sie nicht geschädigt werden wünschen. Decken Sie sich innerhalb der folgenden fünf Sekunden auf, oder ich schieße sie. Es ist Ihre Wahl. Eine… zwei… drei…”
~ Hauptmann! I suggest you listen to me well. Here is you girl. I understand that you do not want her to be harmed. Reveal yourself within the next five seconds, or I will shoot her. It is your choice. One...Two...Three...

[Jonas Merhoff]

The sound of footsteps and Adelheid's whimpers caught the Hauptmann's attention, who made a quick dash for the dining room. The Kripo weren't able to spot him as they began to approach the exit, but the sound of a insane Doctor stopped them in their tracks. "Wer ist der Kommandant? Wer ist verantwortlich?" Jonas hurried for the window and began to climb out when he heard the sound of a gunshot. The damn Doctor shot another man. A man who should represent aid and health was dropping men like flies left and right, because it gave him a sense of power. It only infuriated Jonas and made his blood boil as he climbed outside.

"Sie verlosen, Außenseite mit mir jetzt." Stopping for a second, Jonas hunched over and held his Stg45 to his chest. He began to inch forward and peek around the corner, but pulled himself back when he saw of the few Kripos scanning the area. Jonas cussed under his breath... now if he were to rescue Adelheid... he would have to risk killing a whole squad of Kripos. And he was in deep enough as it was... What could he do to save her now?

Beginning to formulate a plan he was suddenly stopped when the Doctor's voice began to call out for him. "Hauptmann! Ich schlage vor, dass Sie auf mich gut hören. Sind hier Sie Mädchen. Ich verstehe, dass Sie sie nicht geschädigt werden wünschen. Decken Sie sich innerhalb der folgenden fünf Sekunden auf, oder ich schieße sie. Es ist Ihre Wahl. Eine… zwei… drei…" It wouldn't really kill the girl...would he? Of course not, it was a bluff. Jonas was a Hauptmann and he had to act on instinct on more than one occasion. It had to be a bluff and he couldn't risk exposing himself to get shot or even seen. Minimizing how much the Doctor knew about him or even saw him would definitely risk the effects the Gestapo or Kripo would have when searching for him afterward.

So Jonas sat and waited behind the stone wall of the inn. He adjusted his position and brought his left knee up and kept his right knee down to rest the Stg45 on his left thigh. He focused his ears on picking out the slightest of noises as not to be suddenly ambushed. Vier. Fünf.The last two seconds seemed to pass on in eternity in dead silence. Jonas licked his lips, a slight sign that he was nervous, and gripped his gun tighter. Was he right... or was Adelheid going to die for his mistake?

[Heidi]

A scream flew out from Adelheid's throat, the force of Doctor Strumfelder's kick enough to knock her to the ground. On instinct, she curled up into a ball, her hand clutching where a nasty bruise would soon form. Her eyes screwed shut, and it felt as if something had broken - it was most likely, seeing as how there been a slight crunch on impact. The next blows that came were equally vicious, with one breaking her nose, and two that landed on the side of her head, opening the skin. Streams of red trickled down her face, and she sob-screamed loudly with each hit that came.

"I-ICH B-BIN T-T-TRAURIG!" Adelheid shrieked, her hands and arms coming up to shield her head. "I-ICH BIN T-TRAAAAURRRRIIIIGGG!!"

It seemed as if her cries had worked, and for a moment, Doctor Strumfelder left her. She tried to scramble away, but halted abruptly when her broken rib sent tongues of hot pain shooting up and down her side. Strumfelder came back, and his hand grabbed her tightly by her chest, causing her to cry out in pain as his elbow came to rest on her injured side. Her head spun from being struck, and she was coughing, sputtering madly, harsh sobs and cries spraying flecks of blood into the air. A gunshot rang out, and she screamed, flinching in her captor's arms.

"R-Rhys..." the girl whimpered between sobs, gasping for air and feeling like she would faint any moment. "R-Rhys...helf...helfen mir...mir bitte z-zu helfen..." She let out another gasp as Strumfelder's grip loosened, allowing her to breathe somewhat. A door opened, and the coolness of the spring air was suddenly on her skin again, eclipsed by the agony that followed her being thrown to the ground. The sounds around her became slightly more vague.

“Hauptmann! Ich schlage vor, dass Sie auf mich gut hören. Sind hier Sie Mädchen. Ich verstehe, dass Sie sie nicht geschädigt werden wünschen. Decken Sie sich innerhalb der folgenden fünf Sekunden auf, oder ich schieße sie. Es ist Ihre Wahl. Eine…zwei…drei…”

"S-Sie…Sie Tyr-r-rann…" Adelheid whispered, wheezing, unable to catch her breath. "S-Sie v-verletzte Leute…S-S-Sie verletzten sie, dass w-wie…Herr Cl-Claude Schmerzen…ich war, ha-hassen Sie S-Sie…"


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Translations:


I'M SORRY! I'M SOOOOOORRRRRRYYYYYYY!!

Rhys...help me...help me please...

You...you bully...You hurt people...you hurt them like...Mister Claude was hurt...I hate you...

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Strumfelder smiled at the girls comment, as he spoke out the two final numbers. Where was this Captain? He looked at the girl, this pathetic brat, still worthy of a bullet though. But the Captain didn’t show himself. He decided to hide. Well, Strumfelder was not a man to make hollow threats, because they were a sign of weakness. He did not bluff, and in this fashion, he aimed and fired twice into the girl’s flesh, the crack’s splitting through the air, announcing more pain, more death.

He stepped back from the body, blood seeping through and staining the dirt. “Das Mädchen zuerst und dann sich. Decken Sie sich jetzt Hauptmann auf und bitten Sie meine Gnade, oder Sie werden gefunden und getötet. Ein Mann kann nicht in einer Welt für immer sich verstecken, die so klein ist wie dieses.” Strumfelder glanced around once more, looking for this traitor, before lifting up the girls body with one gloved hand and throwing it into the inn. He looked to one of the Kripo men, who couldn’t take his eyes off the stained patch of earth where the child had once lay. “Finden Sie diesen bastard und schießen Sie ihn so viele Male, Sie können, ohne ihn zu töten. Ich sehe zu beenden sein Leben.”

Strumfelder turned and entered the inn, and killed the body heap out of his way. He needed a name for this man, and knew it would be stored in the log book. It was in front of the innkeepers corpse on the bar, with a pencil attached to the folder by a piece of frayed string. It was open, and unfortunately had suffered a few droplets of blood as the man had been killed. But it was still completely legible, and he looked up and down the list, until he found what he was looking for. In a column entitled ‘Title’, he saw the Hauptmann’s scribble, and followed the name. Jonas Merhoff. Strumfelder smiled, and ripped out the page.

Now, where was Jonsen? It took him a moment to recognise the Sergeant’s figure, dressed in the Hauptmann’s large uniform. He was slumped in a chair, his large arms dangling either side of him. Strumfelder stepped over to him, removed his leather glove, and smacked him so hard across the face that Jonsen fell from his seat. The Sergeant groaned before picking himself off the floor, and looked around. He blinked and looked at Strumfelder who was now replacing his glove. “Was…?” the Sergeant asked. Strumfelder shook his head. That was not important now.

“Gehen Sie draußen und zerreißen Sie dieses Mannglied vom Glied. He' s gestohlen Ihrer Uniform. Ich musste dieses Weibchen beschäftigen übrigens so sie shouldn' t ist ein längeres Problem irgendwie.” Jonsen nodded and headed outside, filled with a new sense of rage. Strumfelder moved slowly over to the girl and looked down at her. She had said something to him, something about hatred, but she had mentioned somebody. It couldn’t have been Claude…? No. Strumfelder looked along the girls shattered body, and noticed that her pockets were full. He reached down and checked the first one. Sweets, and a few colouring pencils in the left. Then he tried the right, and came across a small, rather beaten book. He flicked it open, and found some of the girl’s thoughts and drawings. And there it was. Claude’s name in black and white.

Translations:
“Das Mädchen zuerst und dann sich. Decken Sie sich jetzt Hauptmann auf und bitten Sie meine Gnade, oder Sie werden gefunden und getötet. Ein Mann kann nicht in einer Welt für immer sich verstecken, die so klein ist wie dieses.”
~ The girl first, and then yourself. Reveal yourself now Hauptmann and beg my mercy, or you will be found and killed. A man cannot hide forever in a world as small as this.

“Finden Sie diesen bastard und schießen Sie ihn so viele Male, Sie können, ohne ihn zu töten. Ich sehe zu beenden sein Leben.”
~ Find that bastard, and shoot him as many times as you can without killing him. I will see to ending his life.

“Gehen Sie draußen und zerreißen Sie dieses Mannglied vom Glied. He' s gestohlen Ihrer Uniform. Ich musste dieses Weibchen beschäftigen übrigens so sie shouldn' t ist ein längeres Problem irgendwie.”
~ Go outside and tear that man limb from limb. He's stolen your uniform. I had to deal with that bitch, by the way, so she shouldn't be a problem any longer.

[Heidi]

OOC - I'm not dead! I'm alive! It was a ruse! -flaps arms around madly- Also, let me know if I've accidentally god-modded anything. I also let all parties in the thread know about the posting order switch, just for the end of this thread.

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To those surrounding her body, it was as if the child had been shot dead. Blood stained the dirt, and the child ceased to cry out, limp as she was picked up off the ground. As she was tossed aside, thrown into the inn like some sort of ragdoll, none would hear her quiet moan. There, more blood would spill but from her thigh and hip - hardly a fatal shot at first. However, by the amount of blood she was losing, one could tell she would meet her supposed fate if nothing was done.

Adelheid couldn't think straight anymore. The pain was intense, and it felt as if the bullet had gone straight through her bone. Doctor Strumfelder's shots had been enough to silence her, making her experience an agony that took her voice away. She was completely helpless, and it was most likely he would not be done with her. And Herr Jonas...what about him, too?

No...why was she thinking that? Herr Jonas...he had abandoned her. He was just another Nazi, and she was just another person he didn't want anymore. When he was waving his hands around, he probably was telling her to stay with the evil doctor, just so he could escape. Even though the girl was too weak to really feel anything, Adelheid could feel her heart break in two. Nobody wanted to love the black-haired, black-eyed orphan, one who wasn't perfect because nobody loved her and she didn't have blond hair or blue eyes.

Suddenly, she heard heavy footsteps, and hands roughly searching her pockets. The candies one of the nice ladies had given her were ignored, as well as the few coloured pencils Adelheid had come across and her pen, but her journal...

"Keine…Grube…" Adelheid whispered, her sloe-black eyes open just a smidgen, her vision double and horribly blurred. Doctor Strumfelder seemed to ignore her, and his one blue eye examined the pages, filled with her deepest secrets and desires. It felt like another part of heart broke off, and she let out a tiny sob, dry and weak.

Strumfelder had her journal. Her journal. He could do anything he wanted with her secrets, and make her life miserable beyond belief. She hated him for it, and that hate would stand the test of time.


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Translations:

No...mine...

[Jonas Merhoff]

OOC: Muahaha! Thanks Mac for the idea . Anyways, Strum I have found this is the best way to follow out on the other plots while allowing me to keep Jonas running his division and being overall normal. If you apologize... well I doubt that is the kind of man Strum is... but you can do something and then use Addie as a spy/bait to get information out of Claude which allows you to go on with that plot.

Two shots rang out and hung over the inn. Jonas Merhoff collapsed and for the first time for about 30 years he let his emotions get the better of him. He was reclined against the inn's wall and burying his face in his hands. Sorrow consumed him as he mourned the loss of the one child that had brought him back onto to the path of good... or at least gave him the directions. He let his compassion for the girl get the best of him and now some Waffen SS Doctor had completely sabotaged his life... but no... it was just the beginning and Jonas knew that.

He had only received a brief glimpse of the Hauptmann's face and only knew just that as well as his rank. But now he would find out so much more with the log book. The damn log book! He would know everything now! His name, his rank, his face, his division, and he would slander it all. The damn bastard. Jonas snarled a little and his body tensed up for a few split seconds as he considered murdering the man slowly and brutally and ending the Kripo unit's life. But... no... Adelheid wouldn't want that and the least he could do was follow what "knowledge" she had taught him to a little extent. Besides, it was all too risky to open fire on the police and the Waffen SS in a town occupied by the German army. A SS Doctor had his word that Jonas was a traitor... but actually being seen as a "traitor" was far worse. It was a death sentence.

"Das Mädchen zuerst und dann sich. Decken Sie sich jetzt Hauptmann auf und bitten Sie meine Gnade, oder Sie werden gefunden und getötet. Ein Mann kann nicht in einer Welt für immer sich verstecken, die so klein ist wie dieses." His reason told him to flee now while he had the chance and then assess the situation and do the best to "win". At least that's what he would have done on the battlefield. This was something completely different though. This was life. And Erhard Strumfelder was winning... by a large margin. He could go back in and argue he was the superior... but Strumfelder was a mad man and would surely kill him. And the Kripo would believe it, too scared to to stand up to the man. The best thing he could do now is make it bake to Germany and have his case heard and possbile the man court marshaled. The shit had really hit the fan. What would Jonas do afterward? Would he be hunted like a dog, because of a "superior" SS man.

Suddenly... an idea clicked together in his head. An idea that a man like Strumfelder might find brilliance. Jonas threw down his gun before the Kripos and came out from behind his cover with his hands up. "Nehmen Sie mich dem Doktor. Ich habe lebenswichtige Informationen zur deutschen Kriegbemühung, die er gefährdet. " One of the men grabbed his weapon and another led him inside where Jonas found the corpse of Adelheid. He decided not to look directly at her as it would make his next few words so much harder to choke out.

"Haben Sie irgendeine Idee, was Sie getan haben, Doktor?!? Ihre kraße Respektlosigkeit für einen Vorgesetzten hat Deutschland eins unserer neuesten Spione verloren!" Jonas had now been allowed to lower his arms and was hoping the Kripo were beginning to question the Doctor. Now if he could shift the police onto his side and along with his superior rank, Erhard Strumfelder would be the dog. "Ich entschuldige mich für meinen Ausbruch, Doktor. Erlauben Sie mir, sich zu rechtfertigen. " Jonas stepped forward closer to the man, but still feet away.

"Vor einer ungefähr Woche, fand ich dieses Mädchen geschlagen in den Straßen. Sie gewann zurück und fing an, zu mir zu erschließen. Was ich… entdeckte, war, dass sie kurz auf einer verbündeten Unterseite gelebt hatte. Sie war weg selbstverständlich, aber verwahrte lebenswichtige Informationen gelaufen. Sie hatte kein Vertrauen für die Nazin, also musste ich erscheinen als ob ein Verräter, zwecks so viele Informationen aus ihr heraus zu überreden, wie möglich. Sie hatte mich nicht mit viel zur Verfügung gestellt, also entschied mich ich, Oberkommando über sie zu informieren. Ich kam hier zurück, um einen Report aufzuschreiben." Jonas stopped speaking to allow the room to absorb his words. It shocked him that he had become so adept at lying. Perhaps with no regard to emotions, he hadn't realized this skill until only now. It made sense. "Ich bin nicht ein Fragesteller und dieses Mädchen verwahrte soviel mehr Informationen. Aber ich nehme alles, das ruiniert wird, wegen Sie Doktor an. Ihr Mangel an Respekt und unvorsichtiger Haltung heute hat mich entsetzt. Aber, ich nehme an, dass ich Sie nicht tadeln kann, da Sie keine Idee der größeren Abbildung hatten."

Jonas was now glancing over to the Sergeant, who he had previously knocked out. How was he to explain that? "Ich entschuldige mich für Sie heraus klopfen Sergeant. Ich hoffe, dass Sie verstehen, dass er war, das Mädchen zu halten, so lang wie möglich zu glauben.So viele Leute in es mit einzubeziehen war zu viel eines Risikos und ich musste eine Weise finden, das Kripo und Sie weg zu erhalten. Ich ließ subtile Tips, dass Sie nicht der rechte irgendwie waren durchgeführt zu werden Mann, einschließlich die Abbildung von mir in Ihrer Tasche. Furcht ist ein großer Motivator und Zeit war wirklich vom Wesentlichen." Now Jonas's eyes glanced over to Strumfelder's. It was victorious, but he showed none of this. He could still put up a charade as if he was the same Jonas before Adelheid had come along. "So dort haben Sie es, Doktor. Ich bin nicht auf Ihnen rau, wenn ich Oberkommando informieren muss. Ich versichere ihnen, die sie verstehen, dass Sie nach Instinkt handelten, obgleich jedoch verlegt ihm gewesen sein kann."

Translations:

"Nehmen Sie mich dem Doktor. Ich habe lebenswichtige Informationen zur deutschen Kriegbemühung, die er gefährdet. "
- "Take me to the Doctor. I have vital information to the German war effort that he is jeopardizing. "

"Haben Sie irgendeine Idee, was Sie getan haben, Doktor?!? Ihre kraße Respektlosigkeit für einen Vorgesetzten hat Deutschland eins unserer neuesten Spione verloren!"
- "Do you have any idea what you have done, Doctor?!? Your blatant disrespect for a superior has lost Germany one of our newest spies!"

"Ich entschuldige mich für meinen Ausbruch, Doktor. Erlauben Sie mir, sich zu rechtfertigen. "
- "I apologize for my outburst, Doctor. Allow me to explain myself. "

"Vor einer ungefähr Woche, fand ich dieses Mädchen geschlagen in den Straßen. Sie gewann zurück und fing an, zu mir zu erschließen. Was ich… entdeckte, war, dass sie kurz auf einer verbündeten Unterseite gelebt hatte. Sie war weg selbstverständlich, aber verwahrte lebenswichtige Informationen gelaufen. Sie hatte kein Vertrauen für die Nazin, also musste ich erscheinen als ob ein Verräter, zwecks so viele Informationen aus ihr heraus zu überreden, wie möglich. Sie hatte mich nicht mit viel zur Verfügung gestellt, also entschied mich ich, Oberkommando über sie zu informieren. Ich kam hier zurück, um einen Report aufzuschreiben."
- "About a week ago, I found this girl beaten in the streets. She recovered and began to open up to me. What I discovered... was that she had briefly lived on an Allied base. She had run away of course, but held vital information. She had no trust for the Nazis, so I had to appear as if a traitor in order to coax as much information out of her as possible. She had not supplied me with much, so I decided to inform high command of her. I was coming back here to write up a report."

"Ich bin nicht ein Fragesteller und dieses Mädchen verwahrte soviel mehr Informationen. Aber ich nehme alles, das ruiniert wird, wegen Sie Doktor an. Ihr Mangel an Respekt und unvorsichtiger Haltung heute hat mich entsetzt. Aber, ich nehme an, dass ich Sie nicht tadeln kann, da Sie keine Idee der größeren Abbildung hatten."
- "I am not an interrogator and this girl held so much more information. But I suppose all that is ruined, because of you Doctor. Your lack of respect and careless attitude today has appalled me. But, I suppose I can not blame you as you had no idea of the larger picture."

Ich entschuldige mich für Sie heraus klopfen Sergeant. Ich hoffe, dass Sie verstehen, dass er war, das Mädchen zu halten, so lang wie möglich zu glauben.So viele Leute in es mit einzubeziehen war zu viel eines Risikos und ich musste eine Weise finden, das Kripo und Sie weg zu erhalten. Ich ließ subtile Tips, dass Sie nicht der rechte irgendwie waren durchgeführt zu werden Mann, einschließlich die Abbildung von mir in Ihrer Tasche. Furcht ist ein großer Motivator und Zeit war wirklich vom Wesentlichen."
- "I apologize for knocking you out Sergeant. I hope you understand that it was to keep the girl believing for as long as possible. Involving so many people in it was too much of a risk and I had to find a way to get both the Kripo and you away. I left subtle hints that you were not the right man to be executed anyway, including the picture of me in your pocket. Fear is a great motivator and time really was of the essence. "

"So dort haben Sie es, Doktor. Ich bin nicht auf Ihnen rau, wenn ich Oberkommando informieren muss. Ich versichere ihnen, die sie verstehen, dass Sie nach Instinkt handelten, obgleich jedoch verlegt ihm gewesen sein kann."
- "So there you have it, Doctor. I will not be harsh on you when I have to inform high command. I will assure they they understand you were acting on instinct, although however misplaced it may have been."

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Strumfelder burst out laughing at the Captain’s final comment. This man was a joke! “Hauptmann, Hauptmann, bitte versuchen nicht, Ihre Ausfälle auf den großartigen Rittern des Drittes Reichs zu tadeln. Sie können dieses Mädchen sehr gut gefunden haben, aber ich nehme Handlung an Ihnen versuchend, meinen Namen zu zerstören, weil Sie ausfielen. Wenn dieses Mädchen Informationen enthielt, die zur Kriegbemühung lebenswichtig waren, warum warfen Sie nicht Wurf Ihre Waffe nieder und warnten mich, bevor ich sie schoss? Dachten Sie sie würden bilden mich klein, und Sie groß, als ich nicht den Auslöser zog?” Strumfelder let his voice harden considerably.

“Oder war es etwas, das tiefer ist, viel tiefer, Merhoff? Wünschten Sie nicht dieses lebendige Mädchen, wegen ihrer Informationen? Sie scheinen nicht, an Deutschland zu glauben und das Führer, tun Sie? Das einzige Problem war, Sie konnte yourslef nicht holen, um das Mädchen zu töten. So legen Sie in Wartezeit, und nur aufgedeckt nach ihrem Tod. Dann löschen Sie Ihren Namen und stecken die Schuld auf dem Mann fest, den Sie erlaubten, Sie zu tun schmutzige Arbeit für Sie. Sie verwendeten mich als Werkzeug, nichts mehr, Ihre eigenen Enden zu erreichen.” Strumfelder smiled slyly as the Kripo men began to think. Even if they did doubt, Strumfelder had already shown he would kill whoever he had to get what he wanted. But to these Kripo men, the man in front of them was a traitor, who was responsible for the murder of an innocent child. To them, he was scum.

Strumfelder took a step back, and raised his pistol to meet the Captain’s chest. “Nehmen Sie diesen Mann weg und werfen Sie ihn in einer Gestapo Zelle. Lassen Sie ihn leiden und lassen Sie ihn den gleichen Schmerz glauben, die er dieses arme Mädchen hindurchführte. Ich sehe ihn später heute.” Strumfelder stepped out of the way as the Kripo men seized Merhoff, and dragged him from the inn, and out into the road. Strumfelder looked solemnly at the child he’d killed, because of this man. Once all the men accept Jonsen were out, he stamped the heal of his boot down hard on the child’s breast bone. Brat girl, she would not be missed.

“Jonsen, benennen einen Krankenwagen und informieren sie, dass sie drei zu entfernen haben Leichen, alle mit Schussverletzungen.” He relaxed slightly. He felt like a witch hunter, removing those with no faith, and sending them to trial. He enjoyed it. Hopefully that Captain would be a corpse himself after dawn tomorrow. But of course Strumfelder would enjoy the time between now and then. Strumfelder took a last look at the girl, and noticed a slight rise in her chest. He crouched down and looked once again. There it was, a rise once again. She was breathing. That made things even better. He grinned. “Jonsen, scheint es, dass wir nur zwei Leichen haben.”



Translations:
“Hauptmann, Hauptmann, bitte versuchen nicht, Ihre Ausfälle auf den großartigen Rittern des Drittes Reichs zu tadeln. Sie können dieses Mädchen sehr gut gefunden haben, aber ich nehme Handlung an Ihnen versuchend, meinen Namen zu zerstören, weil Sie ausfielen. Wenn dieses Mädchen Informationen enthielt, die zur Kriegbemühung lebenswichtig waren, warum warfen Sie nicht Wurf Ihre Waffe nieder und warnten mich, bevor ich sie schoss? Dachten Sie sie würden bilden mich klein, und Sie groß, als ich nicht den Auslöser zog?”
~ Captain, Captain, please do not try to blame your failures on the Grand Knights of the Third Reich. You may very well have found this girl, but I take offence at you attempting to destroy my name, because you failed. If this girl did contain information that was vital to the war effort, why did you not throw down your weapon and warn me before I shot her? Did you think it would make me small, and you big when I didn’t pull the trigger?

“Oder war es etwas, das tiefer ist, viel tiefer, Merhoff? Wünschten Sie nicht dieses lebendige Mädchen, wegen ihrer Informationen? Sie scheinen nicht, an Deutschland zu glauben und das Führer, tun Sie? Das einzige Problem war, Sie konnte yourslef nicht holen, um das Mädchen zu töten. So legen Sie in Wartezeit, und nur aufgedeckt nach ihrem Tod. Dann löschen Sie Ihren Namen und stecken die Schuld auf dem Mann fest, den Sie erlaubten, Sie zu tun schmutzige Arbeit für Sie. Sie verwendeten mich als Werkzeug, nichts mehr, Ihre eigenen Enden zu erreichen.”
~ Or was it something deeper, much deeper, Merhoff? Did you not want this girl alive, because of her information? You do not seem to believe in Germany and the Führer, do you? The only problem was, you could not bring yourself to kill the girl. So you lay in wait, and only revealed yourself after her death. Then you clear your name, and pin the blame on the man, who you allowed to do you dirty work for you. You used me as a tool, nothing more, to reach your own ends.

“Nehmen Sie diesen Mann weg und werfen Sie ihn in einer Gestapo Zelle. Lassen Sie ihn leiden und lassen Sie ihn den gleichen Schmerz glauben, die er dieses arme Mädchen hindurchführte. Ich sehe ihn später heute.”
~ Take this man away and throw him in a Gestapo cell. Make him suffer, and make him feel the same pain he put this poor girl through. I will see him later today.

“Jonsen, benennen einen Krankenwagen und informieren sie, dass sie drei zu entfernen haben Leichen, alle mit Schussverletzungen.”
~ Jonsen, call an ambulance, and inform them they have three corpses to remove, all with bullet wounds.

“Jonsen, scheint es, dass wir nur zwei Leichen haben.”
~ Jonsen, it appears that we only have two corpses.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

The following CP has been issued:

Jonas - 15CP

Strum - 15CP

Addie - 15CP

It's rare I issue Neautral threads like this, but every post was very nice, in a sense anyway LOL!!

-JT