In the Deep (JT-McMillan)

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Country: Suriname
Current Time: Early morning about 06.00
Weather Conditions: Sun is not yet hot and dust is part of the air. Many trees in the area give off and collect a small dew and the temperature is freezing for another half-hour before it warms again. In two hours, the heat will be insurmountable and work will continue.

Doktor van de Vlakte breathed in the cool air, a relief from the heat that so often was that of Suriname. He could feel the slight dew gather in the back of his throat, wetting it for the day to come in hopes of keeping lively for the search. The rugged and aged man wore a thin jacket over his grey shirt coupled with cotton trousers that would soon be better than the wool he was issued with. The man, out of habit, began twisting his new ring around his finger. It bore the sig runes of the Ahnenerbe, the organisation he now served.

The copper ring was as immaculate as ever, not losing luster or pervasiveness. the 40-year-old smiled at the ring. He was part of the elite now. No man, save his superiors in the Ahnenerbe, stood before him. colonels of the Waffen-SS stood aside as he moved through a crowd. The change in power had gotten to Dieedrik; he now felt more at home with the authority that was now granted him.

The new authority also allowed him the privilege of asking for funding for the research trip he was now on. In search of Germanic origins in South America, he had come to a land that he was familiar with, Suriname. After bringing some of his men and hiring some civilian workers from the local population, the Dutch doctor had begun an excavation. Normally, he would perform medical experiments, but rumour had brought him to a specific area in Suriname of a particular interest to the Reich. It was ancient legend that a splinter group of the Aztec, a previous Aryan tribe, had come to the area and begun their own small society before mysteriously disappearing.

Doktor van de Vlakte had come to find an ancient temple that supposedly held directions to their crypts. Once the doctor could find the crypts, he would be able to perform measurements and chemical testing on the skeletal structures to compare them with the Germanic tribes of old. Numerous symbols had led the doctor to the area he was now digging up. Swastikas bedecked small stones that were hidden away for thousands of years and stone age was approximated to that of the old Aryan migrations across the world.

Soon, the doctor arrived at the excavation. Van Schoonhovel was supervising the dig as he was the only man besides van de Vlakte who could speak Dutch, the primary language of the dominion. Finally, Doktor van de Vlakte arrived an looked down to see that they had hit the top of some structure of limestone. He smiled and spoke down to the fifty men that were in the massive digging, "De mensen, gaan nu dieper. Ben zorgvuldig om de steen niet af te breken. Hun zijn belangrijke feiten die van het moeten worden gekregen. De rest van mijn mensen zal neer hier in een paar notulen zijn zoals één van mijn geleende beroeps zal."

Dieedrik stepped away and looked up to the grey sky that was now tinted pink as the sun rose over the wooded horizon. He was not at home in the hell-hole, but he was certainly more comfortable speaking his first language. It had been a long time since he had spoken Dutch. However, the uneducated degenerates of Suriname did not speak real Dutch; they used simplified Dutch that had been tainted by Spanish from neighbours. He was disgusted by the invasion by the Romanic words and grammar, but he held his tongue as he waited for his men to arrive. Soon, the dig would be a very large-scale endeavour.

Translations:
De mensen, gaan nu dieper. Ben zorgvuldig om de steen niet af te breken. Hun zijn belangrijke feiten die van het moeten worden gekregen. De rest van mijn mensen zal neer hier in een paar notulen zijn zoals één van mijn geleende beroeps zal.
~Men, go deeper now. Be careful not to chip the stone. Their are important facts to be gotten from it.The rest of my men will be down here in a few minutes as will one of my borrowed professionals.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan cinched of the bandage around his left forearm as the truck bounce down the old dusty road. It had broken down about two clicks back and McMillan had helped fix the radiator so that they could be on their way to the site. He had gotten a slight burn from the blazing hot metal that made up the piece of crap radiator the locals had put in the truck as theirs cracked during the voyage over. This was supposed to be some incredible find, or might end up being one. He hadn't read the briefing too thoroughly but enough to know that there we not going to be many people that needed to be shot, but bound and determined it would be a scorcher and it would be rather dry also.

His driver seemed to be a pretty shady character but figured he was smart enough to not do anything too stupid until they had arrived, if he had planned to at all. the majority of the crew was more than likely already at the site or would be pulling up in a few minutes, it would still be almost a half hour before McMillan's truck would arrive with the spare drive shaft to the crane, hopefully the one that was in it now would at least hold up until they got there.

The man sitting next to him navigating the roads must have never driven anything but a plow in his life because he insisted on hitting every hole on the way, he didn't leave a single one unchecked and when Tessa stuck here head in the back he looked as if he was about ready to jump out while the vehicle was still in motion. But McMillan didn't pay him too much mind, his main focus was on the sudden absence of his mentor, Wolfram, a few weeks ago he had been called to head-quarters on urgent business and had yet to return, hopefully there was no bastard son of his running about and getting himself killed, the man had already been through enough.

McMillan had been trying to keep a regular schedule with his German classes ever since the man he was meeting had 'suggested' that it would be a good move. McMillan had agreed and within the week the man transfered out of the SS, but this new unit seemed to be a better fit for him, so long as he was happy this trek into the unknown would possibly be only slightly horrible due to the weather, other wise they were in for a long day and an even longer night, now granted McMillan barely knew him, but most SS Officers tended to be rather odd in a sense. One thing was for sure, there was going to be a lack of shiny boots.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Only two hours had passed since the other German soldiers had arrived. The men were busy with the natives digging up the top of a temple that they had struck upon earlier in the morning. Doktor van de Vlakte was patient as he paced around the hole, not wanting to waste his energy digging until the right moment. He knew that the knew the new sergeant would be arriving soon, to help with the exploration.

The doctor took a deep breath of the dusty air and looked down as the glint of gold came up. There was sudden crying from the natives below as they noticed it. Not wanting the exploration to get out of hand, the doctor yelled down. "Stil, fucken jullie Latijns achterschip. Jullie zal worden betaald. Julliew handen zouden niet dichtbij om het even welk van dat goud moeten gaan. Van Schoonhovel, wenn überhaupt einer von ihnen Taten misstrauisch, schießen sie auf dem Punkt. Männer, passen die Eingeborenen sorgfältig auf. Sie sind ein Lügen und schmutzigen Leute."

He quickly switched from Dutch to German, ordering his men to watch carefully. He didn't trust the latinos that he had gotten to do the dirty work; especially when gold was in the vicinity. He felt as if he was on the verge of discovery. the light feeling took hold of him as he watched the gold of the temple become unearthed. He would soon need more men to uncover the temple. He was sure it would become a very large excavation by the looks of the top of the temple. He already had more than 15 German soldiers and well over 30 natives in the pit. the excavation could quickly need hundreds more if the temple was as large as Doktor van de Vlakte expected it to be.

His conversion of the measurements from the document he had found and painstakingly translated said the temple was large. It was about 75 metres by 50 metres at the base with an even larger underground structure. Hopefully, nothing had broken through the wall, allowing soil to pour into the structure, requiring even more work to remove it form the building. The doctor had already arranged for special equipment to arrive the next day in order to do the actual explorations of the temple that would soon come in the following days. His thoughts were suddenly stopped as he looked at a wave of dust fill the air in the distance. The new sergeant was coming, hopefully.

Translations:
"Stil, fucken jullie Latijns achterschip. Jullie zal worden betaald. Julliew handen zouden niet dichtbij om het even welk van dat goud moeten gaan. Van Schoonhovel, wenn überhaupt einer von ihnen Taten misstrauisch, schießen sie auf dem Punkt. Männer, passen die Eingeborenen sorgfältig auf. Sie sind ein Lügen und schmutzigen Leute."
~Quiet, you fucking latino shit. You will all be paid. Keep your hands off that gold. Van Schoonhovel, if any one of them acts suspiciously, shoot them on the spot. Men, watch the natives carefully. They are a lying and dirty people.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC: I'm not sure how accurate these translations are, it was from a free site and they have a tendency not to make sense.

McMillan leaned out the window and spat the gathering dust from his mouth, wiping his face with the upper collar of his under shirt. He looked over to the driver as he had been doing regularly, the man still looked uneasy and as the dig site appeared in the distance he became even more jittery, whether it be from McMillan not giving him any slack or possibly from knowing something he didn't, they had a tendency to be known as an overly superstitious culture, but the vibe McMillan was getting was not sitting very easy with him.

McMillan pointed off down a dirt path and motioned for the man to make the turn, yet again he had trouble handling the vehicle and yet again they hit several holes in the road. McMillan clenched his lips in disgust as he thought of the box that they were transporting in the back, he would skin the driver alive if the trip had been made for nothing. They pulled up to a stop and McMillan bolted out the passenger door. "Verner Sie und der res von Ihrer Gruppe entlädt die Lattenkiste, übernimmt es zum Motorteichgebiet und speichert es." McMillan ordered as he pulled his uniform top off and layed it across the seat and then peeled his undershirt from his back as the sweat had tried gluing it in place "Well I already hate this place" he mumbled as he walked down the small hill and onto the wooden walkway to once again meet up with the all too intelligent officer.

McMillan peered out and looked over the site quickly but intently as he approached the man "Uh...." he thought for a second as he tried remembering his German classes. "Herr, der nett ist, Sie noch einmal zu sehen, obwohl es in dieser schrecklichen Umwelt ist. Ich hoffe, dass sie mit Ihnen zusammengearbeitet haben. Lassen Sie mich wissen, was Sie gemacht und mögen würden, bedenken es in guten Händen." McMillan said as he rendered a salute in respect to the man and his rank which seemed to be well placed.

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Translation:
Verner Sie und der res von Ihrer Gruppe entlädt die Lattenkiste, übernimmt es zum Motorteichgebiet und speichert es.
Verner you and the res of your squad unload the crate, take it over to the motor pool area and store it.

Herr, der nett ist, Sie noch einmal zu sehen, obwohl es in dieser schrecklichen Umwelt ist. Ich hoffe, dass sie mit Ihnen zusammengearbeitet haben. Lassen Sie mich wissen, was Sie gemacht und mögen würden, bedenken es in guten Händen.
Sir, nice to see you once more, even though it is in this horrible environment. I hope they have been cooperating with you. Let me know what you would like done and consider it in good hands.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Dust and dirt swirled through the air above the road as the cargo truck stumbled across the terrain. Dieedrik hated getting local drivers to do the business, but it was more financially efficient than getting a soldier to do it. Doktor van de Vlakte quickly turned down to one of the soldiers in the hole. "Richter, Nehmen, das tauschen; zur Botschaft und erhalten gehen uns mehr Männer. Ich benötige hundert weitere Arbeitskräfte morgen. Gehen, gehen!"

The middle aged doctor then looked up to see the man he had been waiting for. The Irish sergeant he had met in the 2nd SS HQ. The doctor smiled as the man greeted him in German. Grinning, Dieedrik greeted him in return, "Amperestunde, ja. Sturmscharführer McMillan, bin ich du bin gekommen froh. Wir haben viel Fortschritt mit der Aushöhlung gebildet. Unter dieser goldenen Oberseite ist ein massiver Tempel, das durchaus einige Geheimnisse halten. Ich imbin Begriff, int das Loch zu erhalten selbst und wir haben einen kompletten Betrieb bis morgen. Wir haben etwas elektrische Lichter, das, das du gerade innen holtest, den wir zu einem Generator anbringen, den Richter zurück bald holt."

The doctor walked down the board walk and headed to the motor-pool to get a look at the lights in the crate that had just been delivered. He reached the crate and ordered his men to put it down as he opened the top and looked down at the pristine lighting equipment. Standing up form the box and gave orders to the bearers, "Halt, halte die Kiste hier. Wir haben Notwendigkeit von ihr später." He awaited McMillan as he looked across the large space he had yet to unearth.

Translations:
"Richter, Nehmen, das tauschen; zur Botschaft und erhalten gehen uns mehr Männer. Ich benötige hundert weitere Arbeitskräfte morgen. Gehen, gehen!"
~Richter, take that truck; go to the embassy and get us more men. I'll need a hundred more workers tomorrow. Go, go!

"Amperestunde, ja. Sturmscharführer McMillan, bin ich du bin gekommen froh. Wir haben viel Fortschritt mit der Aushöhlung gebildet. Unter dieser goldenen Oberseite ist ein massiver Tempel, das durchaus einige Geheimnisse halten. Ich imbin Begriff, int das Loch zu erhalten selbst und wir haben einen kompletten Betrieb bis morgen. Wir haben etwas elektrische Lichter, das, das du gerade innen holtest, den wir zu einem Generator anbringen, den Richter zurück bald holt."
~Ah, yes. Sturmscharführer McMillan, I am glad you have come. We have made much progress with the excavation. Beneath this golden top is a massive temple that hold quite a few secrets. I am about to get int the hole myself and we will have a full-scale operation by tomorrow. We have some electric lights, that you just brought in, that we will attach to a generator that Richter will bring back soon.

"Halt, halte die Kiste hier. Wir haben Notwendigkeit von ihr später."
~Stop, keep the crate here. We will have need of it later on.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan looked on toward the golden bulk as the good Doctor spoke of the importance of what it may cover. The Nazi's were odd about their heritage, McMillan didn't quite understand their facination with it, but his opinion meant squat in the grand scheme of things, he was just glad to have been put on the detail as being back on the front meant that much more red tape to swim through. This mission was still a farily new type so he was able to get in on it before all the politics of the matter bogged it down as well.

The Officer mentioned a set of lights that had been in the crate as well, McMillan hadn't known of those and now feared he would have to skin his driver as the trip was less than delicate and unless the packing was incredible, some of the more fragile cargo might not have made the trip, he swallowed hard and wiped his forehead with his shirt collor that was already beginning to stretch from usage and sweat. "Damn heat, neither Ireland nor New York were anything of the sorts. France or Germany weren't either, Africa was close." he mumbled to himself as he lit up a smoke and drew it in, it was the first one he had lit in almost an entire day as he had not the time for it as of late.

"Machen arbeitet sich der mehr Komplex dann, Herr? Guter Ruf, ich nicht wollten berichten, dass die örtlichen mehr Schwierigkeit verursachen, als sie waren wert entweder, dürften nur ein paar von ihnen erhalten können, bevor die ganze Mannschaft angefangen hat, zu laufen." he said with a smile at the thought of failure and the reprocusions of the SS upon their insignificant village.


Translations:
Machen arbeitet sich der mehr Komplex dann, Herr? Guter Ruf, ich nicht wollten berichten, dass die örtlichen mehr Schwierigkeit verursachen, als sie waren wert entweder, dürften nur ein paar von ihnen erhalten können, bevor die ganze Mannschaft angefangen hat, zu laufen.
Doing the more complex work ourselves then, sir? Good call, I wouldn't want to report the locals causing more trouble than they were worth either, might only be able to get a few of them before the entire crew started to run.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Doktor van de Vlakte smiled as he pulled out a heavy glass bulb. It was one of the newest bulbs in the world, straight from a German high-tech factory. It was a mercury-vapour lamp shipped directly from Hamburg for this specific mission. Slowly, va de Vlakte reached down and brought up the remnants of what was another mercury vapour lamp. He looked up with some fear in his eyes.

Quickly, he dropped the bulb back in the crate and stepped away, grabbing McMillan's jacket and sending him the signal to move away. Erhalte zurück, jeder! Baummann, Sankt, Roth, erhalten deine Gasmasken an und entfernen diese Kiste vom Mittel. Entferne die defekten Birnen und hole die unbeschädigten Birnen zurück hier. He needed to remove the gas from the area as quickly as possible. After he had taken care of the safety hazard, he turned to McMillan and spoke calmly to him in English so he could understand every word, "Sergeant Major McMillan, I insist you bring you driver to me at once. He has damaged SS property and has set back this excavation. I will not tolerate this sort of misuse of German vehicles and German property."

He smiled at the man before him reassuringly as he fingered the Walther P38 at his side. He was not going to shoot the man, no; he had another plan for the careless driver, then he would be shot. the doctor could no longer waste time. The Führer was becoming impatient with the Ahnenerbe; they needed results, and quickly. Doktor van de Vlakte quickly made his way back to his tent and took up his gas mask canister. He walked back from the tent straight into the compound that was directly outside it. Even is the mercury wasn't a problem, they would need the masks for entering the temple. The careless driver would lead the way without a mask.

Translations:
Erhalte zurück, jeder! Baummann, Sankt, Roth, erhalten deine Gasmasken an und entfernen diese Kiste vom Mittel. Entferne die defekten Birnen und hole die unbeschädigten Birnen zurück hier.
~Get back, everyone! Baummann, Sankt, Roth, get your gas masks on and remove this crate from the compound. Remove the broken bulbs and bring the undamaged bulbs back here.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan looked a bit dumb founded as the Officer grasped him, thinking he was in some trouble over a broken bulb. He was completely unaware that when broken they posed such a hazard, but he just shrugged it off and went about as he was told. He actually had a slight delay in picking up the english as it had been so long since he had heard it, it was a quite welcome sound to his ears. He stormed up the closest part of the drive to the truck, his driver, already a skiddish man, looked panicked as McMillan neared his door and he locked it. Man have you picked the wrong bunch to piss off! he thought as he rolled up his sleeves.

With a quick thrust McMillan shattered the glass on the passenger's side window with the hilt of his blade after moving around the truck, watching him lean over to lock it as well. McMillan stepped up onto the passenger step and stretched his arm inside. "You're coming with me dumb-ass!" he spat as he grabbed the man's collar, squeezing it tightly to restrict the blood flow to the man's brain. He pulled him from the vehicle with a quick tear on the leg from the remaining glass and a sudden thud from when McMillan let go.

"UUGHHH!!"

The man let out a painful breath as his lungs emptied from the impact. "GET UP!!" McMillan shouted at him, but there wasn't much of a point in it, the man couldn't understand him and he already knew that McMillan was infuriated with him. The puny driver scampered under the truck in attempts to flee, but a sudden jerk of his ankle slid him back out with a nice bit of road rash on his elbows and chin. McMillan didn't stop, he just kept a firm grip right above the man's foot and kept on walking back to the Officer, sliding his mask out of his pack in the process ready to dawn it when he got closer to the infected area. He had a sneer on his face and the sweat just kept on pouring. Worthless good for nothing! McMillan thought as he spat on the ground.

But why had he locked the door...?

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

OOC: I'm putting the part of the thread to the entrance of the temple after excavation so as to keep the thread moving.

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A dark smile came to Doktor van de Vlakte he watched his men before him. The bright mercury vapour lights glowed behind him, casting light across the entrance to the massive temple that stood before him. Dark grey bricks piled on one another stood 40 metres in the sky. The temple was shaped as a pyramid with a small tunnel-way to the entrance that his men were preparing with small shaped charges.

He watched as the men got back. Friedhold came up the captain, saluted, and reported that the charges were set and ready for his order. Doktor van de Vlakte smiled more, "Sehr gut, schütze. He could feel success under his skin and in his breath as he looked down on the men. A single man, the driver, was standing in one of the trenches that they had constructed to make an entrance path to the temple. Two men had their rifles trained on him. The man himself had his hands tied behind his back with a short piece of cord.

It was nearly time for the opening. First, Dieedrik walked along the edge of the trench and ordered his men to put on their gas masks. He quickly ordered the other Surinamese men to put on their masks. The pulled on their WWI surplus masks as the German soldiers adjusted canisters on the more advanced technology they were blessed with. Doktor van de vlakte pulled on his black rubber mask and adjusted the canister while he tucked in the canvas hood underneath his collar.

He looked through the clear eye glasses and got behind the dirt barrier. He gave the motion to Baummann next to him with the plunger. Baummann pushed the plunger down and a contained explosion sounded. It was muffled by the mask that covered the doctor's ears, but he knew it had happened. Peeking over the top of the barrier, he could see the blown-out doors.

He stood up and jumped into the trench, pulling out his P38 and pointing it at the Surinamese driver who had been ever so careless. he made the motion with his pistol, directing the man to move forward. The man did as he was told when the two German soldiers jabbed him in the back with their barrels. He took a crooked step forward and went down the trench-way to the entrance that still lay in ruin, breathing the cold air of the night and he took the first step into the temple. Dieedrik took a breath of stagnant air through his mask and followed behind th German soldiers. Five other men followed with electric torches in their hands. Van Schoonhovel was still above, giving direction to the Surinamese workers.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

A cool drink would be great at the moment but there weren't any of those around, so he settled for a swig of luke warm water from his canteen. That driver had seemed to weigh more than he looked, but he was no longer McMillan's problem, the men worked him over a little when they got the chance and no one was looking, and that was joy to him. He helped get the poles and cranks in place to light the area up as the sun would soon be quickly starting to fade on the horizon. It was a rather beautiful area, and McMillan wouldn't mind visiting it much in the winter time, but as it stood at the present time, McMillan wanted nothing to do with it or anyone that lived there.

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McMillan squeezed his over-sized head into the mask, it was a very snug fit, but he could see and it was able to seal so that was all he cared about. He watched as the men up front worked on the door and the driver just stood there, shaking, dried blood down the side of his leg, a tooth or two missing from having not been so cooperative. McMillan just smiled as he walked over toward the berm that was to shield them from the blast. Within the nest several seconds the order came and the doors blew. Dust filled the air and they had gotten in. McMillan was still all fuzzy about this whole "Where did we come from" thing that the Nazi's were into, but in the course of the day the good Doktor had been able to shed some light on the subject for him.

As they strolled into the opening McMillan could see many ancient carvings and statues, they meant nothing to him, but some of the locals seemed to have interest. Everything was covered in a fine layer of thick dust. Small clouds of the stuff seemed to just drift around their feet as they stirred it when they walked about the entrance area. McMillan could still hear a bit of screaming and the likes behind him coming from outside, but that was just a given, the Nazi's didn't like many people, and for that they were usually not very popular as well. Jeez it's gonna be hell trying to clean this rifle after all of this junk gets into it. he thought as he sneered at the very thing layered that had almost covered everything that passed the thresh hold.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Doktor van de Vlakte was nearly aghast as he looked at the sculptures and carvings of old in the room. It was a small room, there was definitely more to the temple, but time would give the secrets. The doctor heard a shrieking, choking noise behind him. He turned to see the Surinamese driver choking. He Gave the guards the motion to remove him. He would rather shoot the man than give gas its chance. He did know now that gas was a problem in the temple. Thousands of years of ageing and a bad habit of using mercury in alchemical experimentation made the room a haven for poison.

He took out his electric torch with his gloved hand and pointed it to the wall. He looked at the carvings. The carving he saw depicted a ritual of sorts. All the men were tall compared to the darker coloured and shorter men that seemed to be kneeling at their feet. Doktor van de Vlakte smiled. He had found the place; Himmler would have a smile just as Dieedrik had in a few days when he reported to Berlin. He continued walking and looked at the other carvings. An elaborate statue stood in the middle of the room.

The statue depicted the same seen, va de Valkte had just seen on the wall. It showed the subservience of the lower races to an ancient race that had populated the area before. the doctor was filled with joy at the thought. He loved Germany, but now he loved the Aryan race even more than he thought he had. Time was now his to define and prove to be the truth. Now, he need only find the graves of the people he had seen on the walls. Life was good when one found success.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan looked on as the good Doctor seemed to relish in this "great find" but McMillan didn't care as much, none the less he was just glad to be somewhere where he didn't have to keep shooting for once. He loved the thrill of combat, but it was almost starting to bore him, he knew he had to get away for a bit to save what was left of his sanity. The driver had become rather ill all of a sudden as some unseen pathogen went about wreaking havoc on his body. This was the only time McMillan did wish he was shooting again, he didn't like an enemy he couldn't see and all of a sudden he felt a bit trapped.

He stretched out his arm and grabbed that of the German soldier helping to pull the man from the room. McMillan jerked his head to the side and the soldier nodded. McMillan scooped him up to put it nicely and drug him out himself. He kept going until they were a good distance away and the gas seemed to be thin enough in the air to do no more harm. McMillan tore off his mask and took a few deep breaths to regain his composure. The driver laying on the ground next to him, writhing in pain. "You had your chance, you stubborn bastard." he said in a low tone toward the incompetent man who then looked over to Edward. With a quick snap and a jerk McMillan yanked his pistol from his hip and planted a .45 caliber slug in the man's chest, one more jerk stopped his convulsions and McMillan looked around in the darkness.

He re-holstered his pistol and re-dawned his mask to return to the entrance area of the temple. He remained hesitant but forced himself to enter, against his better judgment. All these Nazi's seemed to wanted was to be worshiped. They just seemed like they thought of themselves as a race full of king's, McMillan just shrugged a bit as he pondered on the odd brain waves that they all seemed to share and set about carefully looking for something that the Doc would find of importance, after all he was the subject matter expert, McMillan was just along for the ride, the experience, and the fact that he could share a few days with one of the few men he didn't despise.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Silence. It was the magical environment in which the best ideas were brought about. Doktor van de Vlakte flourished with the sound about him, nothing. He looked at all the paintings and marvelled as he took mental note of every scene. He smiled inside his mask at everything that he saw. It was proof. Just as the doctor looked around, he heard the muffled sound of a gunshot. looking out the door, he could see McMillan standing over the dead body of the driver. Dieedrik continued with his electric-torch and looked further. The whole room was soon illuminated as German soldiers with lights began lighting the room with low-tech stand lamps so the mercury vapour lamps would not set the gas in the room alight. The Surinamese workers followed in with Great War era masks over their heads, taking long shallow breaths through the the inferior technology.

The room was large but did not fit the size of the outside of the building. There had to be more rooms, Dieedrik just knew there had to be. He remembered the scripts he had read from the Reich Biblioteck. He had painstakingly learned the Mayan language just so he could do the translation. Now, he remembered that the crypt had to be at the uppermost room since it was supposedly closer to the heavens. The SS captain made a hand motion to his men since speaking was a definite downside of wearing the mask. He took a deep breath and directed to look across the walls for a door.

The signal soon came as Morgenmann waved. He had found the door. Doktor van de Vlakte quickly moved to the area and motioned for the men to bring their crowbars and begin moving away the large slab of stone that blocked the way. The protective equipment made it harder to get through since the tool handling was clumsier. As the slab fell to the ground darts started flying out of the opening, glinting and glittering in the light of the electric-torches. The two men who were standing in the way, Surinamese workers, took many of the darts to their bodies and fell immediately to the ground, dead, prompting the rest of the Surinamese workers to run.

The doctor would have none of it. He drew his pistol and shot one man in the back, immediately stopping the others who looked back and saw the glint in the doctor's eyes. He meant business and he would have no running.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

T'was an interesting thread, but it didn't go on for very long and although the posts were long enough, I've seen both of you do much longer ones.

CP:
Doktor Vlakte: 13CP (One more post than JT)

Sergeant Major McMillan: 12CP


~Dan