Getting back (Open)

[kruger]

Erik had been walking for close to a half hour in the open field until he came to a small village. The village had heavy damage to the structures, from shells and bullets. There was no one in the village only dead bodies and a few stray dogs. Erik took a seat on a large peice of stone and took off his helmet.

So there are Americans in the area, and not just Americans but Russian allies. Erik knew he must get back and inform his commander of this, but he was lost at the moment. He took a look at the sky. The sun was creeping higher, but he still had many hours of light. He took a drink of water from his canteen before moving on.

Erik was not sure if he had been involved in the battle of this village or not. There had been so many in villages like this that he had lost count. Erik had lost many friends, but had also killed many friends of others from Russia, Great Britian, Canada and the US. He felt terrible everytime he killed someone, but he knew that it had to be done. But did he really know? This question came into his mind alot these days. Why was there war? Is Adolf Hitler actually fighting for what he says he is? Erik shook his head before moving on.

[hanskrueger]

“Halt! Stoppe, wo du bist, oder ich Feuer öffne!” The German voice rang out through the barren village followed by the sound of bricks crashing near the man in the street. The muzzle of a Karbiner rifle stuck out from a dark second story window the wielder unknown.

“Deine Waffen niederlegen und deine Untertanentreue ausrufen!” Sharp and rough, the voice shouted out orders in the native language, of the former occupiers of the village in question. A blood covered face peered out from the shadowed space, obviously trying desperately to find out more about the fellow in the street.

It was a gray uniform, could be Wermacht, but it was too hard for the shooter to tell so his face disappeared back into the void of the window.

Translations:
“Halt! Stoppe, wo du bist, oder ich Feuer öffne!”
(Halt! Stop where you are or I will open fire!)

“Deine Waffen niederlegen und deine Untertanentreue ausrufen!”
(Lay down your weapons and call out your allegiance!)

[seejay5]

The small room was cast in shadows, the only source of light that illuminated the almost pitch black space came from thin beams of sunlight that filtered though the many bullet holes that poker dotted the wooden walls. The light fell on the few objects littered around the room, empty bullet shells, a small pool of blood reflected a small amount of light onto the wall. The window was closed, but during the battle it would have been wide open allowing the inhabitants lay down a field of fire over the street. It seemed the room was empty, but something moved in the shadows, a figure crossed one of the beams of light for a second, the light played over a dark brown uniform and reflected off silver buttons. As the person continued through the beam it fell on a red flag stitched into the collar and grey fur hat.

Uri Nevoski stopped moving once he reached the window, he reached up and carefully opened it a crack, just enough to peek out, sunlight lit up his face, he hadn't shaven for a few days and his chin and cheeks where rough with stubble. The street was clear; he relaxed a little and moved back into the darkness. He had been waiting here for a good half an hour. This was the small house where he was meant to meet someone. They where late, and he was very unimpressed. There was talk of German activity in the area, and Uri hated being alone in enemy territory, it was bad enough that his Browning Automatic had been damaged and he was forced to use a weak little Lee Enfield, but now the informant was late.

Uri waited a short while longer before giving up, he got to his feet and walked over the door, his weapon slung up over his shoulder and peeked out the door, no one in the street. He closed the door of a second then opened it fully, waited to a count of five and took a step out, glancing around to see an empty street. He shook his head, maybe he was being paranoid. He walked around the corner, looking up the opposite street, when he turned back to face forward he realised he was just about face to face with a German soldier. The shock caused him to stand still for a second, trying to decide what to do and seeing how the German would react.

He didn't get that chance as a shouted voice reached his ears, a german voice. He was surrounded. Damn it! Why did he walk out of the house? He turned and sprinted back into the house he walked out of. Slung his Rifle into his hands and loaded a round into the chamber.

[kruger]

Erik was having a hard time walking with all the rubble on the road, huge craters of buildings lay everywhere. Little bricks were in piles as tall as men, and the bodies under them all were beginning to stink. Erik took another sip out of his water canteen. He then swore under his breath as the water was all out, he had drank it all. In frustration he threw the water canteen, causing a rather loud noise to occur.

Erik was about to move on when someone began shouting at him. Erik looked around for the voice but all he knew is that it was German. He heard the sound of a gun, so he dropped his gun and put up his hand. Erik then watched as the Russian he had seen back in the forest came straight around the corner, before taking off. Erik did not know what was going on, a German was about to kill him and a Russian had run off...

"Ich bin Erik Kruger von Frankfurt" said Erik toward the voice introducing himself. He peered around, but still could not find the person. "Heil Hitler!" he barked out, saluting into the rubble. Erik looked around his back for a moment before speaking again. "es gibt Feinde hier" he said to the man. Erik hoped that this German would team up with him, and they could get rid of the few American and Russian stragglers in the area before moving on.


Translations:

"Ich bin Erik Kruger von Frankfurt" - I am Erik Kruger from Frankfurt
"Heil Hitler!" - Hail Hitler
"es gibt Feinde hier" - There are enemies here

[hanskrueger]

The barrel of the rifle dissappeared back into the house which was followed by the sound of footsteps as the soldier wandered through the rubble filled house. Soon afterwords, the sounds of footsteps dissappeared, as the soldier made his way out the back of the house, and disappeared into the rest of the town.

[seejay5]

There where no gunshots, a few more German shouts but then silence. That worried Uri more then gunshots. Moving carefully he crept toward a window and creaked it open, peering into the street. The German hailed Hitler and yelled again, but then did nothing? Didn't try and take cover or raise his weapon? What was going on? It could be a trap, an ambush, trying to lure him out. No, they wouldn't be that organised, with confusion Uri continued watching, waiting. Nothing, and again nothing.

Uri decided not to wait for them to converge on him, bringing rifle to his shoulder he swing it to aim through the window toward the German still in the street. The sights of his Lee Enfield quickly came to rest over the Germans head; one shot could end it all. But a second thought passed his mind, if he caught this German; he might be able to interrogate him. A wounding shot would be best, keep him alive and able to talk. There was a small alliance camp somewhere in the area, if he could get the German to the camp they could interrogate him, and once his pain filled words became useless, they would simply execute him.

Uri decided that was the way to go, so he changed his aim, lowing it from the Germans forehead to his kneecap. He didn't know how many more Germans there where out in the street, he could see only one. But if they all knew where he had run off to they would have pummelled the house with bullets already. A small grin fell over Uri's lips as he braced his shoulder for the kickback of the rifle, pulled the trigger and sent a small piece of hot metal speeding across the short distance toward the right knee of Erik Kruger.

[PuNk! ™]

Thread Closed: Due to Inactivity.[/b]

Following CP has been awarded;

• Uri Nevoski: 7CP
  
• Hans Krueger: 5CP
  
• Erik Kruger: 5CP
  

~Danny[/color]