Cutting Loose Ends.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: This is open to all Waffen-SS “Das Reich” Members only, this is also a continuation of the previous thread “Escape to the Office”.

Conditions: Clear Skies
Time: 2350hrs (11:50pm)

Between the trees, two long beams of light shimmered through the dense woodland that was engulfed in darkness. The moonlight done a bad job of lighting up the dark beneath the foliage of the trees, the Earth smelling wet and damp twenty-four seven, not even the sun made a great job of making it through the dense woodlands during the day. It truly was a eerie and dark place.

The Diesel engine sputtered to a stop quite quickly and the rearing of the hind-axel screeched to the break pads suppressing against the tyres. “Aus, Aus!”[/I] hollered the Hauptmann from the passenger seat of the convoy truck, yanking open the heavy door to swing back, whilst Soldat Hrodwulf who was driving made a slight reluctant gesture of not wanting to move, but quickly followed suit in opening the driver’s door, as Hauptmann Wolfram began to prowl down the side of the large convoy, gritting his teeth as he thumped the bottom of his fisted hand against the heavy sassy, whilst his lips gaped open to beckon out “Kommen Sie auf! Erhalten Sie die Schufte aus!”, his breath baling a thick clump of moist clouds, the night air becoming quite chilly.

As the back of the convoy’s tail-gate fell open, the Hauptmann remained patient, watching as his loyal soldiers fell from the brim of it, leaping out quickly, clutching their rifles in one firm hand by their side, all dressed in their battle mock uniforms, seeming appropriately fixed for the job at hand. Soon enough, two of his soldiers; Soldat Hans and Burkhard, dragged out two young men and a woman, their wrists bonded-together with shackles and their eyes blind-folded with dirty white rags. The men gave a displeasing, but small struggle at being pulled so heavily from out of the back of the vehicle, whilst the young woman began to cry uncontrollably, her nerves shattered.

Adjusting his MP40 hanging by his hip for comfort, the Hauptmann waved his hand up towards young Gerwulf, who’d served many battles with the Hauptmann - enough that he should’ve been promoted by now, but somehow wasn’t. “Gerwulf, Montieren Sie den Bankblock” the Captain said quickly, watching as the young Soldier nodded briskly and hurried off down a small embankment of the dirt-road, into the darkness. Almost like he’d done it before, perhaps too often? Looking onwards towards a whole shroud of his soldiers guarding the three prisoners, he nodded and descended the side of the embankment himself, taking lead.

Again, with little made struggles, the Prisoners soon found themselves being forcefully shoved to the ground, the blindfolds yanked from off their pink and weary eyes. Grinning softly, Hauptmann Wolfram gave the trademark devilish look he always had, snapping out a piece of paper from inside his large overcoat, taking very little time to jump straight to the point - “Sie sind zu Tod, für Verrat zum Vaterland verurteilt worden --”, but being cut short, one of the young men cried out “Aber wir sind nur Portosarbeiter! Wie kann dies sein!? WIE!?”[/i], turning a slight blind eye to the man’s cry, the Hauptmann nodded to Soldat Hans standing near them, who embellished his rifle in both hands to club the man cross the back of the head to silence him; the young woman shrilling to the sight. “Erhalten Sie sie über den Blöcken! JETZT!” shouted the Hauptmann, as he saw Gerwulf laying out the last wooden block, in which the prisoners will be leaned up against upon their knees.


Translations:[/b]

Aus, Aus!
~ Out, Out!

Kommen Sie auf! Erhalten Sie die Schufte aus!
~ Come on! Get those scoundrels out!

Gerwulf, Montieren Sie den Bankblock
~ Gerwulf, Assemble the benchblocks


Sie sind zu Tod, für Verrat zum Vaterland verurteilt worden --
~ You have been sentenced to death, for treason to the Fatherland --

Aber wir sind nur Portosarbeiter! Wie kann dies sein!? WIE!?
~ But we are only postage workers! How can this be!? HOW!?

Erhalten Sie sie über den Blöcken! JETZT!
~ Get them over the blocks! NOW!

[nazariobattista]

Nazario watched as young Gerwulf dragged the traitors towards the beckoning blocks. He found their protests amusing. Nazario had no great love for Germany or her children, but the country was, he accepted grudgingly, a valuable ally. No matter how patriotic he was towards Italy, it was extremely weak compared to the Allies' strongholds and would crumble to nothingness if Britain attacked without German assistance.

Sometimes, he wondered whether he was mad. There was no denying that he had a ruthless, some said, sadistic streak. He saw no problem in pain or death as long as it didn't happen to him.

Like all Axis troops, he respected Hauptmann Wolfram a great deal but the only person he truly cared about was himself. As long as no harm befell him, he was happy. And in the end, his happiness was all that mattered, wasn't it?

Nazario enjoyed playing with his food, and his attitude towards the traitors was no different. If they were going to die, he wanted them to fall into the darkness in utter despair, knowing that nothing could save them.

"Ich werde sie von hier, Gerwulf," he said suddenly, stepping out of the shadows. He waited for Gerwulf's inevitable salute before pushing the traitors foward. He turned to the terrified trio and put on a genuinely tender voice.

"Kommen Sie, meine Freunde," he whispered. "Ich werde Ihnen helfen, entkommen!"

The woman collapsed into a fit of pathetic tears again.

"Danke!" she sobbed. "Danke!"

"Wenn ich tippen Sie auf die Schulter, laufen," said Nazario, shushing the hysterical woman. "Es gibt keine Wache heute abend. Kopf aus dem Tor und lassen diesen Ort für immer!"

The trio nodded grimly, before trudging ever closer towards the luring blocks.

A moment later, Nazario tapped the youngest man on the shoulder, ignoring his companions.

Without thinking, he burst from Nazario's grip and charged towards the gate.

After a moment of surprise, a nearby sergeant pulled the trigger of his pistol. A second later, the man was dead, a bullet embedded in his neck.

"Edek!" screamed the woman, gazing sorrowfully into her companion's unseeing eyes.

Nazario smirked. It had all gone to plan. The two remaining traitors would be killed as agreed, with the image of their companion's death flashing before their eyes before the end. He kicked the dead body happily. He truly was a genius...

His joy was short-lived however. The sergeant, he who had shot the man in the first place, was striding up to him glaringly. Nazario was surprised. He had never seen him so angry.

"Sie ließ ihn fast weg!" he roared. "Du Narr!"

Blind with rage, the foolish sergeant swung his fist towards Nazario's face. The powerful punch sent Nazario crashing to the floor. He could taste blood in his mouth.

Nazario leapt up and kicked the sergeant in the guts before slamming his elbow into his face. The sergeant toppled backwards in agony and was greeted by the furious sight of his commanding officer.

"Dabei handelt es sich nicht nur der Verräter, sind sie, Sergeant?" he spat, stamping on the sergeant's ungloved hands.

The sergeant whimpered in pain and terror as Nazario unfurled a half-mad grin.

"Aber keine Angst," he hissed. "Es ist Platz für viele mehr in die Blöcke!"

The sergeant screamed.

TRANSLATIONS

1. I shall take them from here, Gerwulf.

2. Come, my friends. I will help you escape!

3. Thank you! Thank you!

4. When I tap you on the shoulder, run. There are no sentries tonight. Head out the gate and leave this place forever!

5. You nearly let him get away! You fool!

6. These are not the only traitors, are they?

7. But do not worry. There is space for plenty more on the blocks!

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: This thread is a little old, so forgive me if I don’t remember some things I wrote/had in mind for this scenario and I made a mistake, calling my character Hauptmann, it’s actually Hauptsturmführer considering we’re SS, not Army/Werchmart.

IC:

The Hauptsturmführer muttered beneath his breath somewhat, strafing his gaze off towards the woodlands momentarily, as he folded the rugged piece of document up, replacing it within his inside pocket again. The least he wanted, was to be jittering around in the woodlands at this time of night, dealing with people who dipped their fingers into too many pies; thinking they were doing errands for the benefit of the Allied Advancements. Har! the thought made him grin deviously, as he began to plunder his fingers into the sockets of his fine leather gloves - the chill of the night picking up a little.

Twisting upon the heels of his fine polished boots, the Hauptsturmführer casually paced a few steps towards the group of men assembling the bench-blocks; That was until one of the prisoners slipped the grasp of his newly appointed Obersturmführer (1st Lieutenant), followed a premature Lugar round that sent the prisoner spiralling into the dirt, presumably dead, but before Rafael could even open his mouth upon the situation that’d unfolded, a nearby Unterscharführer (Sergeant) suddenly bellowed towards one of the men, impaling angrily into him with a throttled fist, before a scuffle emerged between the two men…

Watching the whole event of simply killing three traitors, turn into a turmoil of unreasonable results, the Hauptsturmführer angrily strode forwards, grabbing Obersturmführer Battista by the gruff of his tunic to push back, before turning to look down upon the strewn Non-Commissioned Officer on the ground, breaking the two up personally. “Was geht weiter!? Eh!?” spat out the Hauptsturmführer aggressively himself, letting go of Battista’s tunic ruggedly as he glanced between both men appallingly. “Ich sollte‘, Sie zu haben, den beide auf für unkluges Verhalten bespannt haben! Jetzt Sie, steht auf!” he continued to spurt out angrily, pointing towards the man on the ground, before gesturing towards one of the men to help him up.

Turning towards the Obersturmführer, Rafael glared mercilessly towards him, yanking at his tunic to straighten it up somewhat from the prior grabbing, breaking the two up. “Ich habe höher von Ihnen Obersturmführer, noch ich finde Sie erwartet, einen Kameraden zu bedrohen, wie dies ein Stabstreit war!”, shaking his a little, he exhaled a long breath and straightened up his gloved hands, taking a quick glance between the dead male a few yards away and the remaining alive ones. “Montieren Sie zwei Ballermänner, haben Sie sie haben geschossen schon” he eventually spat out, in clear instructed orders towards the fellow C.O, clearly unhappy with the man’s behaviour, both men for that fact.

Stepping away, he pointed towards the man who’d started the fight and spoke deviously firm “Sie, Unterscharführer laufen dünnes Eis. Gehen Sie jetzt Kontrolle jener Gefangene, den Sie geschossen haben, sich vergewissert, dass sie tot sind. Ich kann krank sich leistet irgendeine Gefangenen entkommend”.




Translations:[/b]

Was geht weiter!? Eh!?
~ What is going on!? Eh!?

Ich sollte‘, Sie zu haben, den beide auf für unkluges Verhalten bespannt haben! Jetzt Sie, steht auf!
~ I'd ought' to have you both strung up for foolish behaviour! Now you, get up!

Ich habe höher von Ihnen Obersturmführer , noch ich finde Sie erwartet, einen Kameraden zu bedrohen, wie dies ein Stabstreit war!
~ I expected higher of you Obersturmführer , yet I find you threatening a comrade, like this were some bar brawl!

Montieren Sie zwei Ballermänner, haben Sie sie haben geschossen schon
~ Assemble two shooters, have them shot already

Sie, Unterscharführer laufen dünnes Eis. Gehen Sie jetzt Kontrolle jener Gefangene, den Sie geschossen haben, sich vergewissert, dass sie tot sind. Ich kann krank sich leistet irgendeine Gefangenen entkommend.
~ You, Unterscharführer are walking thin ice. Now go check that prisoner you shot, make sure they're dead. I can ill afford any prisoners escaping.

[nazariobattista]

Nazario felt the breath being squeezed out of him by the Hauptsturmführer, a look of fury on his seasoned face.

"Ich habe höher von Ihnen Obersturmführer , noch ich finde Sie erwartet, einen Kameraden zu bedrohen, wie dies ein Stabstreit war!" roared Wolfram.

Nazario bowed his head down low, ashamed by his actions. It was the kind of thing a teenage boy would do. Not a veteran like himself...He would have to win favour back with his commanding officer or his hopes of promotion any time soon would be crushed. Nazario gritted his teeth. From now on, no games. From now on, efficiency would be his middle name.

Nazario couldn't, however, stop himself from glaring at the abashed Unterscharführe as he set off to check the status of the limp form of the traitor, just a few yards ahead.

The other two traitors were still sobbing uncontrollably. For a second, Nazario felt sorry for them. And then, the feeling was gone. There was no room for compassion in the Axis forces, Wolfram had taught him that at least.

"Hauptgefreiter!" commanded Nazario, snapping his fingers charismatically. "Nehmen sie an den Blöcken. Deal mit ihnen,"

He had intended to kill them himself but he had been thoroughly worried by Wolfram's outburst. Assigning them to another soldier was easier. It just meant less hassle.

Nazario heard a yell from behind him. He snapped to attention and span around to see the Unterscharführe being overpowered by the very much alive traitor. It was a comical sight. The Unterscharführe had been taken completely by surprise and had toppled over to the floor, squealing like a pig. Nazario decided to leave him to it when he realised something. The traitor had the Unterscharführe's gun...

Nazario sprinted down towards the two combatants, his heart pounding in his ribcage and sent the traitor crashing to the floor with a powerful kick. The traitor writhed in pain on the stony floor, whimpering pathetically.

Nazario helped the Unterscharführe to his feet, enjoying the sense of superiority as the junior soldier gave a short nod of thanks. Turning to the traitor, who had by now curled up into a little ball, Nazario snarled fiercely. He shot the man in the chest at point blank range and grinned.

Wolfram would have to be proud of him now.

TRANSLATIONS

Hauptgefreiter! Nehmen sie an den Blöcken. Deal mit ihnen.
~ Corporal! Take them to the blocks. Deal with them.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

This Thread has also been Closed due to Inactivity & The following CP has been issued;

CPT. Wolfram: 8CP

Lt. Battista: 5CP

~Danny[/color]