Kill-or-Capture (OPEN)

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

It was cold out side, snow was falling gently onto the pavement as Strumfelder stepped through it. He carried a walking cane, which helped to support him from his wounds. Three bullet wounds, one broken rib, and mangled flesh. These had been the worst wounds he had received since September, and by the man who had saved him days ago. But suddenly he seemed to have disappeared from the Earth, and so had his prisoner. This helped Strumfelder a great deal indeed.

He’d just seen the Gestapo and they supported him. Currently, he had an approved order, direct from the Obergruppenführer himself, signed by the Gestapo, regarding Herr Vlakte. This man had disliked the way Strumfelder was conducting the interrogation, and had decided to have a word with him outside, where there were no witnesses. He had become angry, and Strumfelder had tried to calm him, but to no effect. Enraged, he had knocked Strumfelder to the ground and drawn his pistol. When Strumfelder tried to go for his own, Vlakte had shot him down. Thinking quickly, he had order the guards to arrest Strumfelder, and make it appear that Strumfelder had assaulted him! The guards then handed Vlakte the pistol which Strumfelder had drawn, and Jonsen had testified that Vlakte ordered one of the guards to shoot Joe Claude, making it look like Strumfelder was the menace. But, as Strumfelder had pointed out in his defence, why would he shoot his own prisoner. Vlakte had then fled the scene, and before anybody knew the truth, he had vanished!

The two guards had dragged his unconscious body to the medical hut, where he’d been quickly patched up before being moved to the main hospital in the town. A day later, he had been transferred to a military hospital for officers, and now, six days after the brutal shooting, Strumfelder could walk, but not without his cane. He had to lean forward slightly, giving him the appearance of a hunchback, but he still commanded the fear he was recognised for. He stepped out of the snow into the news agency, a huge building, bustling with activity. But yet, everybody stayed away from the deformed SS officer walking across the marble floor.

He spied an enquires desk and moved towards it, passed the queue of civilians waiting neatly in line. Be hind the desk was a young, blonde woman of no more than thirty. She was in conversation with an elderly man, and just briefly glanced up at the man in black. “Herr, gibt es eine Linie. Verbinden Sie sie bitte und warten Sie.” She was short with, something Strumfelder was not in the mood for. “Ich werde nicht. Ich habe eine sehr wichtige Mitteilung von der geheimen Zustand-Polizei, und das Vaterland muss sie hören. Es gibt einen Verräter und einen Mörder auf dem losen, das getötet werden muss.” The woman looked up at him, unsure about what to do. The old man she had been talking to, looked at Strumfelder behind his wire framed spectacles and spoke. “Sie gehen Ihre Umdrehung wie der Rest von uns warten. Ich bin hier halbe Stunde gewesen, und ich habe nicht einen SS-Mannlastkahn seine Weise durch. Ich war ein Soldat einmal und wir erhielten nicht spezielle Rechte. Wir hatten die Höflichkeit, zum andere vor uns gehen zu lassen.” Strumfelder was disgusted by the man’s comment, and let his one eye bare down on the old man. The man returned the hard stare undaunted. This man would learn his place… Strumfelder spun his walking cane around in his hand, and in a quick sweep, smashed the old man around the side of the head. Stunned, the man tumbled sideways, where Strumfelder brought it down twice more on his skull, drawing blood. There was shouts of amazement from the queue, but the officer ignored them. “Mag ich trennte jetzt?”



Translations:
“Herr, gibt es eine Linie. Verbinden Sie sie bitte und warten Sie.”
~ Sir, there is a line. Please join it and wait.

“Ich werde nicht. Ich habe eine sehr wichtige Mitteilung von der geheimen Zustand-Polizei, und das Vaterland muss sie hören. Es gibt einen Verräter und einen Mörder auf dem losen, das getötet werden muss.”
~ I will not. I have a very important message from the Secret State Police, and the Fatherland must hear it. There is a traitor and killer on the loose, who must be killed.

“Sie gehen Ihre Umdrehung wie der Rest von uns warten. Ich bin hier halbe Stunde gewesen, und ich habe nicht einen SS-Mannlastkahn seine Weise durch. Ich war ein Soldat einmal und wir erhielten nicht spezielle Rechte. Wir hatten die Höflichkeit, zum andere vor uns gehen zu lassen.”
~ You go and wait your turn like the rest of us. I have been here half an hour, and I am not having an SS man barge his way through. I was a soldier once and we did not get special rights. We had the courtesy to let others go before us.

“Mag ich trennte jetzt?”
~ May I now severed?

[§ Leberecht Strumfelder]

The ticking of the clock was just on the verge of driving the the studious writer to the edge of his already broken mind. He was busily typing an article on the evils of drink as he stopped and drank a sip of wine. He continued on writing for minutes before his concentration was broken yet again by yelling outside in the lobby of the Bureau, causing him to jump and spill the wine across the his trousers and desk. "Scheiß! The world was not at all fair.

Not wanting to waste a precious second of his anger in his own office, he rushed to his door to find the culprit and let him have a piece of his mind. The sound increased exponentially as he got in the corridor, ready to investigate the disturbance. Already, he was dripping wine on the carpeted floor. Finally he reached the lobby to see and SS officer breaking up the crowd to get something done.

The man was none other than Leberecht's younger brother, Erhard Strumfelder, a 2nd Lieutenant in the Waffen-SS. His scarred face and one eye signalled his arrival in any venue. Leberecht rushed forward and looked to the woman behind the counter and spoke to her before turning to his brother. "Erhard, komst mit mich. Ich werde dein Arbeit machen."

He looked to the woman behind the desk as he turned around and led Erhard to his office, letting her know to take care of the ailing man on the floor. He rushed to his office and opned the door, ushering Erhard in. He turned as the door was closed, "Was brauchst du?" He said it coldly, he did not want to anger his brother any more, but he also didn't want him hitting Germans for whatever reason.

Translations:
"Erhard, komst mit mich. Ich werde dein Arbeit machen."
~Erhard, come with me, I'll take care of what you need.

"Was brauchst du?"
~What do you need?

[William Luther]

OOC: Though I'd join in

The snow was melting quite quickly, sending a small stream of muddy water down the road in the tracks dug in by the wheels of the various automobiles that drove along this street. The Aryan soldier's polished boots were losing their shine quite quickly as he trudged along. He pushed aside civilians as he moved through the masses. He had a meeting, and he needed to get their fast. His hand fell down to the pistol, resting in its holster strapped to his belt, and wondered if it would be worth it. Probably not, mass hysteria would be a pain in the arse, really.

After much struggle against the throng, he reached the large office block. The cue was out of the door, and he sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with that. It was bad enough he had been pulled from his warm checkpoint on this shit day, but now he had to stand in a line? He began walking around the building, and hit gold as he reached the opposite side to the road. A small wooden door was there, a back entrance for staff, or a service entry? He didn’t care, but it was locked. He looked around, there was nobody nearby, and he drew his handgun. He took a pace backwards and aimed at the lock. He fired, once, and the door jumped, starting to swing outwards. He stepped through, closing the door behind him. He closed the door and holstered the pistol, looking around. The small concrete corridor appeared littered with office supplies. He opened up a small box and peered inside. A small sheaf of paper and a pen sat there, and Luther extracted a single piece. He scribbled a quick note.

Zuvorkommenheit des Waffen SS

Placing it on the door with a thumbtack he spotted, he walked on, boots echoing on the concrete. A small winding staircase was at one end, next to a door. He went for the stairs, climbing up several floors before exiting on the top floor. As he stepped out, the first thing he noticed was an elderly man, bleeding and being ushered towards the stairs, helpful citizens giving him a hand. Luther drew his pistol and looked at the carnage ahead. He had a feeling he knew who was to blame for this. ” Hinken Sie! Erzählen Sie mir jetzt, der das tat. War er SS?”

A quick glance between the uniform and the drawn weapon quickly brought several answers, all coming down to a hideous man with a temper. Right. Strumfelder was here already. He walked to the office indicated, and knocked twice. ” Es ist Luther, Herr.”

Translations[/u]


Zuvorkommenheit des Waffen SS – Courtesy of the Waffen SS
Hinken Sie! Erzählen Sie mir jetzt, der das tat. War er SS? - Halt! Tell me now, who did this. Was he SS?
Es ist Luther, Herr. – It is Luther, Sir.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

As Strumfelder bore down on the old man and women, gearing for another blow against this man, his brother seemed to appear from no where. It was shock to see him, it had been a wile, but Strumfelder did not take his gaze off the old man. He looked down at the bottle of his cane. It would need cleaning. As would Leberecht’s shirt by its stake. He allowed the writer to lead him away, as people watched the brutal SS man disappear away. Leberecht had spoken Strumfelder’s first name in public, something he didn’t like nor want. But he held the bad feeling to himself. He needed to get this message out. He led Erhard into his office, and questioned him.

Erhard stepped in and leant against the wall as the door shut. Carefully he unbuttoned his coat and loosened his belt. He peeled a gap between two buttons of his shirt, and showed Leberecht the bandages and dressings. “Vor ein sehr böser Mann in der Tat antat dies mich, einer fast Woche jetzt t. Ein Doktor, glauben ihr oder nicht. Er interogating einen Gefangenen, aber er war in der Tat sehr rau, und ich war für meinen Gefangenen besorgt. Ich erwähnte sie zu ihm, aber zu ihm marschierte ich Außenseite, wo niemand uns sehen könnte, und drei bulets in mich einzusetzen. Er behauptete dann mich versucht zum assualt ihn, und er verteidigte nur! Er floh dann und jetzt verschwunden. Er wollte mich, Bruder töten!” Strumfelder sighed and quickly redressed himself.

He then removed a sealed envelope from his jacked pocket, and tossed it onto his brother’s desk. “Der Mann entging, aber er ist nicht gesehen worden. Dass Mann Zugang zu den sehr sensetive Informationen und mich hat, denken Sie, dass er zu den britischen Inseln fliehen kann. Folglich ist er eine Gefahr zu den deutschen Leuten und hat bereits dargestellt, dass er schießt, um zu töten. Mir bin der Abstand gegeben worden, zum der Nation zu warnen. Es gibt eine Belohnung RM12500 für seine Sicherung, RM25000 für seinen Kopf.” Strumfelder tightened his grip around the cane’s head. If Vlakte was killed, he would no longer be a threat, and his story and feelings would never be expressed. If they captured him, Strumfelder would just take him to a field and stood him. He was a dangerous criminal in the people’s eyes. One that must be stopped. And they were right.

Strumfelder spoke once more. “Ich habe die Hohste Behörde hinter mir, und ich habe auch Männer vorbereite alle über unseren Ländern, um ihn auf Anblick zu schießen. Verschiedene Gestapo Maßeinheiten sind und dort UVB eine Kleinmannjagd gemeldet worden, die weitergeht. Dieser Mann wurde vertraut. Er ist ein Verräter. Er ist, nichts mehr als ein Spion sehr gefährlich. Er muss verfangen werden. Ich muss dieses auf dem Radio prodcasted, und ich wünsche ihn auf der Frontseite von so vielen Zeitungen möglich. Sie müssen dies für Ihren Bruder tun.”

Translations:
“Vor ein sehr böser Mann in der Tat antat dies mich, einer fast Woche jetzt t. Ein Doktor, glauben ihr oder nicht. Er interogating einen Gefangenen, aber er war in der Tat sehr rau, und ich war für meinen Gefangenen besorgt. Ich erwähnte sie zu ihm, aber zu ihm marschierte ich Außenseite, wo niemand uns sehen könnte, und drei bulets in mich einzusetzen. Er behauptete dann mich versucht zum assualt ihn, und er verteidigte nur! Er floh dann und jetzt verschwunden. Er wollte mich, Bruder töten!”
~ A very nasty man indeed did this to me, nearly a week ago now. A doctor, believe it or not. He was interogating a prisoner, but he was being very harsh indeed, and I was worried for my prisoner. I mentioned it to him, but he marched me outside where nobody could see us, and put three bulets in me. He then claimed I had tried to assualt him, and he was only defending himself! He then fled, and now has disappeared. He wanted to kill me, brother!

“Der Mann entging, aber er ist nicht gesehen worden. Dass Mann Zugang zu den sehr sensetive Informationen und mich hat, denken Sie, dass er zu den britischen Inseln fliehen kann. Folglich ist er eine Gefahr zu den deutschen Leuten und hat bereits dargestellt, dass er schießt, um zu töten. Mir bin der Abstand gegeben worden, zum der Nation zu warnen. Es gibt eine Belohnung RM12500 für seine Sicherung, RM25000 für seinen Kopf.”
~ The man escaped, but he has not been seen. That man has access to very sensetive information, and I think he may be fleeing to the British Isles. Therefore, he is a danger to the German people, and has already shown he will shoot to kill. I have been given clearance to warn the nation. There is a reward RM12500 for his capture, RM25000 for his head.

“Ich habe die Hohste Behörde hinter mir, und ich habe auch Männer vorbereite alle über unseren Ländern, um ihn auf Anblick zu schießen. Verschiedene Gestapo Maßeinheiten sind und dort UVB eine Kleinmannjagd gemeldet worden, die weitergeht. Dieser Mann wurde vertraut. Er ist ein Verräter. Er ist, nichts mehr als ein Spion sehr gefährlich. Er muss verfangen werden. Ich muss dieses auf dem Radio prodcasted, und ich wünsche ihn auf der Frontseite von so vielen Zeitungen möglich. Sie müssen dies für Ihren Bruder tun.”
~ I have the highest authority behind me, and I also have men ready all over our lands to shoot him on sight. Various Gestapo units have been notified, and ther eis a small scale man hunt going on. This man was trusted. He is a traitor. He is very dangerous, nothing more than a spy. He must be caught. I need this to be prodcasted on the Radio, and I want it on the front of as many newspapers as possible. You must do this for your brother.

[§ Leberecht Strumfelder]

Leberecht was stunned; he stood in the middle of his office as his brother divulged the story. Giving himself time to think he looked blankly into the air before he went to his door and opened it to see one of the office assistants walking down the corridor. He stopped her softly, "Fräulein Lichter, würdest du mir ein sauberes Hemd erhalten. Es scheint, daß Wein nicht Baumwolle derzeit mag. Danke." She looked down at the shirt and grinned slightly, before nodding and continuing down the corridor.

He returned to the office being followed in by another SS man. Leberecht took a deep breath and looked to his brother who was hunched over, making Leberecht look even more taller than he usually was. He went to his desk, tore the paper out of the typewriter and picked up his fountain pen and pad of paper. He wrote down the details and looked back to his brother.

He took another breath to bring himself into the mind of a reporter rather than a writer and began with the simplest question. "Um einen korrekten Prämieartikel zu schreiben, muß ich mehr Informationen ein wenig haben. Zuerst hast du eine Fotographie? Oder, war dieser Mann, der genug leistungsfähig ist, die in den SS loszuwerden Akten? Wenn er war, kann ich den in die Ansage enthalten. Ich muß auch wissen, wenn er vollständig Deutscher oder nicht ist." He kept his pad out and pen ready.

He breathed again, "Nachdem ich mit dem Artikel getan bin, kann ich ihm gesendeten Tot erhalten er Berliner Zeitung, die Hamburg papieren, Amsterdam, Brüssel, etc. Und selbstverständlich Das Schwarze Korps." A plan formed in his head. An article like this could mean a promotion to Assistant Editor.

Translations:
"Fräulein Lichter, würdest du mir ein sauberes Hemd erhalten. Es scheint, daß Wein nicht Baumwolle derzeit mag. Danke."
~Miss Lichter, would you get me a clean shirt. It seems wine doesn't like cotton these days. Thank you.

"Um einen korrekten Prämieartikel zu schreiben, muß ich mehr Informationen ein wenig haben. Zuerst hast du eine Fotographie? Oder, war dieser Mann, der genug leistungsfähig ist, die in den SS loszuwerden Akten? Wenn er war, kann ich den in die Ansage enthalten. Ich muß auch wissen, wenn er vollständig Deutscher oder nicht ist."
~In order to write a proper bounty article, I must have a little more information. First, do you have a photograph? Or, was this man efficient enough to get rid of those in the SS files? If he was, I can incorporate that into the announcement. I also need to know if he is completely German or not.

"Nachdem ich mit dem Artikel getan bin, kann ich ihm gesendeten Tot erhalten er Berliner Zeitung, die Hamburg papieren, Amsterdam, Brüssel, etc. Und selbstverständlich Das Schwarze Korps."
~After I'm done with the article I can get it sent tot he Berlin Times, the Hamburg Papers, Amsterdam, Brussels, etcetera. And, of course, Das Schwarze Korps.

[William Luther]

Luther followed in the second Strumfelder, labelled by the badge upon his reddened shirt. He snapped to attention, raising his arm in salute to acknowledge the presence of the Officer in the room, and instantly began working on the questions posed by the journalist. He reached into a pocket, and withdrew an envelope, which he pulled open with a thumb, and placed the contents on the table in front of him. ”van de Vlakte schaffte, einige seiner Dateien zu zerstören, bevor er abreiste, aber wir mehrere Kopien der Dateien des Offiziers haben, und ich schaffte, etwas Information zu sichern. Hier ist eine Fotographie des Mannes.” He picked up a small black and white photograph, depicting the man in uniform, smiling. He passed it to Leberecht, as the small title on his desk described, and picked up another sheet of paper, covered in brief notes written in William’s spidery hand-writing. ” Alter, ungefähr 40. Hoch, mittler bauen. Die Armee hat ihn in guter Form behalten. Niederländisch. Mulitlingual, anscheinend, so konnte er sich fast irgendwo harmonisch verbinden. Braunes Haar, könnte es, aber und braune Augen gefärbt haben. Ich erwarte persönlich, dass er zu Holland geht, und von dort dem Feind besetzte Frankreich, oder vielleicht sogar Großbritannien.”

He placed this sheet in front of Strumfelder, and stepped backwards.” Ich habe die Grenzpatrouillen alarmiert, wie Sie Herrn wünschten, und ich Mannschaften von Agenten von Gestapo habe, die die Landstädte, Städte usw suchen. Wenn er noch in Deutschland ist, finden wir ihn, obwohl, wie gesagt, ich viel zweifle, dass er noch hier ist.” He took the chance now to have a proper look at Erhard Strumfelder. He hadn’t met the man personally since the attack by the rogue doctor, and he looked a state. Blood was weeping from his wounds, and he looked an old man, not a soldier leaning on his walking cane. The fit SS man doubted very much the cripple ahead of him would ever be on the frontlines again. It wouldn’t stop him in the concentration camps, from what he had heard with Squaddie gossip was that Strumfelder was an absolute butcher to Jews, Slav’s, P.o.W.’s, anything and everyone really that wasn’t Aryan.

Translations[/u]

van de Vlakte schaffte, einige seiner Dateien zu zerstören, bevor er abreiste, aber wir mehrere Kopien der Dateien des Offiziers haben, und ich schaffte, etwas Information zu sichern. Hier ist eine Fotographie des Mannes. - van de Vlakte managed to destroy some of his files before he left, but we have several copies of the Officer's files, and I managed to secure some information. Here is a photograph of the man.
Alter, ungefähr 40. Hoch, mittler bauen. Die Armee hat ihn in guter Form behalten. Niederländisch. Mulitlingual, anscheinend, so konnte er sich fast irgendwo harmonisch verbinden. Braunes Haar, könnte es, aber und braune Augen gefärbt haben. Ich erwarte persönlich, dass er zu Holland geht, und von dort dem Feind besetzte Frankreich, oder vielleicht sogar Großbritannien. - Age, about 40. Tall, medium build. The army has kept him in good shape. Dutch. Mulitlingual, apparently, so he could blend in almost anywhere. Brown hair, could have dyed it, though, and brown eyes. I personally expect he's heading towards Holland, and from there to enemy occupied France, or perhaps even Britain.
Ich habe die Grenzpatrouillen alarmiert, wie Sie Herrn wünschten, und ich Mannschaften von Agenten von Gestapo habe, die die Landstädte, Städte usw suchen. Wenn er noch in Deutschland ist, finden wir ihn, obwohl, wie gesagt, ich viel zweifle, dass er noch hier ist. - I've alerted the border patrols, as you wished sir, and I have teams of Gestapo agents searching the countries towns, cities, etc. If he is still in Germany, we will find him, although, as said, I doubt very much he is still here.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

It took Strumfelder a moment to recognise the large SS man who had just entered the room, but his rank and uniform showed he was no threat. After searching his thoughts deep, he remembered the man from a small mission that himself, Wolfram, and a another pitiful officer whose name escaped him had undertaken, inside a Ghetto. William, Luther? The founder of the protestant churches in Europe. An interesting name.

Luther, his new commander of this whole operation. He had been promised many great things if he could get this one job done well. He began to answer his brothers questions, reeling off different pieces of information. But he missed one small detail, which would most likely be Vlaktes downfall. “Seine Blutgruppe: AB. Sie ist sehr selten. Sie tätowiert auf der Unterseite seines linken Armes, nah an der Achselhöhle. Wenn jedes vermutet, ist sie er, lässt sie sie überprüfen und es ist Beweis.” Strumfelder rolled up his own sleeve, where a Gothic style ‘B’ was inked into his skin.

“Der Mann kann nicht innerhalb der deutschen Ränder sein, aber ich wünsche alle beruflichen Kräfte nach, ihm zu suchen anfangen. er ist ein sehr gefährlicher Mann. Ich zweifele, dass er zu den Briten oder zu den Amerikanern flieht. Sie versuchen ihn und einige der Sachen, die er getan hat, würden einem chil unten die meisten Dorne schicken. Er kann in Richtung zur Schweiz umziehen. Wenn er das Nullland erreicht, wünsche ich ein Gestapo Vertreter ihn ermorden. Ich habe auch Beziehungen innerhalb der verbündeten Seite, von meinen Tagen in Großbritannien. Wenn er auf Versuch gesetzt wird, glaube ich, dass bestimmte Information bestimmte Hände erreichen kann. Wohin er ist, dieses ist ganzes Angelegenheiten jetzt der Tod von Vlakte.” The doctor tapped his cane hard on the ground to emphasise his point.

They had to force this rat from his hole in the ground. If he had no where to hide or go, he might as well face Strumfelder, rather than brave Allied courts. At last Strumfelder might just keep him alive, but the Allies would shoot him, or imprison him for decades. The noose was around his neck, and Strumfelder was determined to tighten it, bit by bit.



Translations:

“Seine Blutgruppe: AB. Sie ist sehr selten. Sie tätowiert auf der Unterseite seines linken Armes, nah an der Achselhöhle. Wenn jedes vermutet, ist sie er, lässt sie sie überprüfen und es ist Beweis.”
~ His blood group: AB. It is very rare. It will be tattooed on the underside of his left arm, close to the armpit. If anybody suspects it is him, have them check it and it will be proof.

“Der Mann kann nicht innerhalb der deutschen Ränder sein, aber ich wünsche alle beruflichen Kräfte nach, ihm zu suchen anfangen. er ist ein sehr gefährlicher Mann. Ich zweifele, dass er zu den Briten oder zu den Amerikanern flieht. Sie versuchen ihn und einige der Sachen, die er getan hat, würden einem chil unten die meisten Dorne schicken. Er kann in Richtung zur Schweiz umziehen. Wenn er das Nullland erreicht, wünsche ich ein Gestapo Vertreter ihn ermorden. Ich habe auch Beziehungen innerhalb der verbündeten Seite, von meinen Tagen in Großbritannien. Wenn er auf Versuch gesetzt wird, glaube ich, dass bestimmte Information bestimmte Hände erreichen kann. Wohin er ist, dieses ist ganzes Angelegenheiten jetzt der Tod von Vlakte.”
~ The man may not be within German borders, but I want all occupational forces to begin searching for him. He is a very dangerous man. I doubt he will flee to the British or the Americans. They will try him, and some of the things he has done would send a chill down most spines. He may move towards Switzerland. If he does reach the neutral country, I want a Gestapo agent to murder him. I also have connections within the Allied side, from my days in the UK. Should he be placed on trial, I believe certain pieces of information can reach certain hands. Wherever he is, all that matters now is the death of Vlakte.

[§ Leberecht Strumfelder]

Another question came to Leberecht as he stood listening to the SS men that stood near him, reporting on the man whom had caused so much damage. It was unusual as the reward seemed to be reversed. Knowing his brother wouldn't make a mistake with words like that, he quickly questioned. Warum ist die Belohnung mehr für seinen Kopf als es für ihn lebendig?

A knock at the door signalled that a new shirt had arrived. Leberecht smiled and took the shirt from the lady. ich hoffe, daß sie nichts ausmacht, ich alles, um aus dieser Sache. He quickly reemoved his shirt and put the new one on, reoding his tie and pulled his jacket on as he paid attention again for the answer to his question. The article was already coming to his mind as he stood their thinking about it.

--Of the many evils facing the People of Germany, traitors and spies are the worst. they inhabit and use the resources of out people in order to harm them through the most subversive manners. The most recent of these enemies to be discovered was a former member of the Ahnenerbe-SS, a man whom shot another German hero, Erhard Strumfelder, and has gone on the run with Gestapo and SS agents directly on his path.

Though our forces are strong, we cannot find Dieedrik van de Vlakte without the help of the good national socialists of Europe reporting any suspicious activity or sightings of this horrid enemy--



Warum ist die Belohnung mehr für seinen Kopf als es für ihn lebendig?
~Why is the reward more for his head than it is for him alive?

ich hoffe, daß sie nichts ausmacht, ich alles, um aus dieser Sache.
~I hope you don't mind, I need to get out of this thing.

[William Luther]

Luther picked up a pen from the desk, and began scribbling down on his sheets as Strumfelder began speaking about the rare blood type. That would make life a lot easier in getting a positive ID.

” Der Preis? Einfach. Er ist ein Verräter, und wir wollen ihn tot. Es ist für uns leichter, wenn sich bereits befasst wird, und außerdem wenn wir enden, zurück, jeder einzelne zivile neds gestoßen zu werden, bereit zu sein, für den Fuhrer zu töten. Wir können nicht Schwäche jetzt haben, der Arier kann nicht Schwäche jemals haben.” It was quite simple really. If the Russians ever came, every single last German needed to not only be prepared, but be happy to kill for his country. Only through that means did they stand any chance against the pressing onslaught they would give.

” Gibt es irgend etwas anderes, dass Sie, Herr denken können? Ich bin dabei, zu versuchen und eine Sitzung mit seinem Befehlshabenden Trennoffizier, Steinback zu organisieren, ich denke, und sehe, ob er irgendwelches Licht überhaupt auf die Situation werfen kann. Ich werde auch versuchen, einige Familienmitglieder ausfindig zu machen, sehen, ob sie irgendetwas wissen.” He placed a hand on his pistol and drummed a little beat onto it. If any family members were found, they would probably be killed to get a message to van de Vlakte.



Translations[/u]

Der Preis? Einfach. Er ist ein Verräter, und wir wollen ihn tot. Es ist für uns leichter, wenn sich bereits befasst wird, und außerdem wenn wir enden, zurück, jeder einzelne zivile neds gestoßen zu werden, bereit zu sein, für den Fuhrer zu töten. Wir können nicht Schwäche jetzt haben, der Arier kann nicht Schwäche jemals haben. - The price? Simple. He is a traitor and we want him dead. It'll be easier for us if is already dealt with and besides, if we end up being pushed back, every single civilian needs to be prepared to kill for the Fuhrer. We can't have weakness now, the Aryan's can't have weakness ever.
Gibt es irgend etwas anderes, dass Sie, Herr denken können? Ich bin dabei, zu versuchen und eine Sitzung mit seinem Befehlshabenden Trennoffizier, Steinback zu organisieren, ich denke, und sehe, ob er irgendwelches Licht überhaupt auf die Situation werfen kann. Ich werde auch versuchen, einige Familienmitglieder ausfindig zu machen, sehen, ob sie irgendetwas wissen. - Is there anything else you can think of, Sir? I'm going to try and organise a meeting with his divisional Commanding Officer, Steinback, I think, and see if he can shed any light at all on the situation. I'll also try to track down some family members, see if they know anything.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Steinbeck. The name returned to Strumfelder’s mind as it was spoken. He had been meaning to see the CO of the traitor, but this order was far more necessary. This Steinbeck might have some information of where Vlakte was heading, or even if he had arrived. It would be a pity for both of them if he did. A leader of a traitor, knowing that bit too much about the said traitor did not look good at all. The man had reputedly never been to the front or even fought, and he was one of those men who bought himself his rank. A capitalist coward.

And then something came to Strumfelder. A purely wonderful idea. Vlakte had no siblings after their deaths, but he did have family, tucked away in the middle of Holland. His parents, now old and frail. If they were to be endangered, what would he do? Allow himself out of hiding or escape the Allied lines, or allow his parents to be shot in the legs, doused in petrol and set on fire, before being hacked to pieces. Of course it would be his choice entirely.

“Ich habe eine Idee. Wir müssen das Haus von Lodewijk und von Hedwig van de Vlakte entdecken. Sie sind seine Eltern. Zum Besten meines Wissens, sind keine tot. Wir nehmen ihnen Geisel und schicken den verbündeten Obersten Hauptsitzen den Finger von einem. Wir geben ihn weniger als eine Woche, um uns aufzudecken. Wenn er nicht tut, schlachten wir einen von ihnen, vor den anderen Augen. Wenn Sie dort Leberecht sind, könnten wir die Ereignisse möglicherweise verdrehen. Ich höre, dass der deutsche Widerstand eine geringfügige Mühe werden.” Strumfelder smiled, pleased with himself.

But what to do about Steinbeck? The man was a pig, but not a criminal, and Strumfelder supposed he should meet the man, before having the Gestapo find he was harbouring two families of Jews at his residence. The man seemed to be an intellectual, much like Vlakte. They could very well have planned this together. And what if Steinbeck knew of Strumfelder’s practises? He would just simply have to go. They would find his corpse washed up on a beach, a bullet through his draw. Just simply unable to cope with changing times, much alike his father. A quiet suicide.




Translations:

“Ich habe eine Idee. Wir müssen das Haus von Lodewijk und von Hedwig van de Vlakte entdecken. Sie sind seine Eltern. Zum Besten meines Wissens, sind keine tot. Wir nehmen ihnen Geisel und schicken den verbündeten Obersten Hauptsitzen den Finger von einem. Wir geben ihn weniger als eine Woche, um uns aufzudecken. Wenn er nicht tut, schlachten wir einen von ihnen, vor den anderen Augen. Wenn Sie dort Leberecht sind, könnten wir die Ereignisse möglicherweise verdrehen. Ich höre, dass der deutsche Widerstand eine geringfügige Mühe werden.”
I have an idea. We must discover the home of Lodewijk and Hedwig van de Vlakte. They are his parents. To the best of my knowledge, neither are dead. We shall take them hostage and send the finger of one to the Allied supreme headquarters. We will give him less than a week to reveal himself. If he doesn’t, we butcher one of them, in front of the other’s eyes. If you are there Leberecht, we could maybe twist the events. I hear the German resistance are becoming a slight trouble.

[Daniel Brennan]

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~Dan