Escape to the Office.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The coffee lamp on the oak wood table clicked on in sync to the noise of the grand old father clock nestled in the corner of the warm elegant room. The dim light serenaded by a dark lime green lampshade barely lit up the room, causing large canvas looking shadows to sprawl around the walls from all the many objects and monuments around the musky looking room, most of which looked valuable and sentimental to it’s previous owners…

A hard sigh left Captain Wolfram’s lips as he pulled off his dark gloves slowly, his body twisting slightly to accommodate the light on the short waist height desk by his side, trying to see what he was doing as he done so, plucking each clothed finger from off his hand below it’s fabric, before eventually folding them together and dropping them onto the desk - a few parchments of paper falling onto the floor accidentally from the breeze, paperwork he hadn’t noticed beforehand? Perhaps someone left a message on his desk; he wasn’t used too dealing with paperwork too often, he was a Captain of the ranks, a field officer, so when documents did arise, he made haste in dealing with them quickly.

Treading around the desk carefully, Captain Wolfram leaned down to pick up the fallen pieces of paper, his hand pressing against the desktop as he retrieved them from under his workspace. Standing straight shortly afterwards, a slight furrowed look took to his brow and lips, his eyes lisping over the words written in ink by a typewriter, the distinguishable mark of the Gestapo branded in the top right corner. “Eh, Täuscht…” Rafael muttered to himself quietly, as he folded the pieces of paper to drop back down onto his desk, the papers being a warrant for a soldier’s arrest - something he had little time and care for dealing with at the moment. They could’ve come back to deliver the message, a slight violation to them entering his personal officer space made him cringe.

It must’ve been going on for ten o’clock, most of the men must’ve been in their bunks by now, but some people alike himself just couldn’t sleep - work was off the essence for some still awake and a night cap for many other’s, but for Rafael, it was more of an escape. The Office was a place he rarely had the time to visit when on duty and when he did, it was peaceful. Slumbering down into the cold leather chair behind his desk, his head fell back against the head-rest, his body heaving to a heavy sigh. The noise of a few typewriters could be heard down the corridor and a few voices outside, but apart from that, the Captain was relaxed -- hopefully no one knew to find him there.

[pikey]

Friedrich stared out in the wet darkness, through the misted window of his room. An occasional lone body would walk from one building to another, but most had now retired for the night, so it was an event when a Kübelwagen pulled into the courtyard. Three men stepped out, the driver choosing to remain inside the small jeep. One wore a jet black greatcoat that had streaks of rain slowly dripping down its shiny surface. He wore a peaked cap; an officer. The two men behind were obviously his aids, both holding Schmeissers, and also dressed in black, but in normal fatigues.
As the trio stepped into the head lights, Friedrich spotted a red sash on the aids arms. Allgemeine SS. The officer advanced into the camp’s administration office, ignoring the guard’s salute. Two minutes later he emerged and pointed his gloved hand towards Friedrich’s barracks. The three men advanced and the Hauptgefreiter was left to guess why. He heard the main door open and the click of jackboots.
There were inaudible shouts from outside, then swearing, then Friedrich’s door was half battered down. Cautiously he advanced, not sure if he was about to meet bullets. He swung the wooden door inwards and came face to face with a man of about fifty, his features battered, and a monocle in his right eye.
“Wo ist ihr CO?” he barked.
“Wer, Herr Hauptman Wolfram?”
“Ja, Hauptgefreiter.” Friedrich was taken aback by the man’s voice; it seemed like it hadn’t been used in years.
“Der Offizers Viertel, ich denke Herr SS-Obersturmbannführer...”
The officer nodded, then turned and started to walk of, mumbling about out of date paper work and court martials. Friedrich waited until the men were outside the barracks, and began to follow.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Dust had gathered along the instrumental tools of ‘writing’ sprawled across his desk and a small paperweight, cast iron and no bigger than the average sized palm laid dormant on a stack of neatly tucked paper towards the side of his desk. To no surprise, the green leather writing space, studded down by tarnished gold studs around the edges hadn’t even began to look worn in; Captain Wolfram ever occasionally used his writing desk, signing ration forms, soldier’s leave forms and the odd payment form for a local worker or two within the office - the poor souls couldn’t bare to line up in the financial department at the end of every week, identification in hand with their clocked work-slips for the week, so Captain Wolfram was pretty laid back at the best of times with office work - it was never really his job to concern himself with it anyhow, he was a man of the field.

The Jeep outside had sounded nothing more than a hard patter of rain against the window, if it wasn’t for the beaming headlights that was. The room swirled quickly within a clockwise motion and Rafael’s eyes found themselves disorientated briefly by the vast movement of shadows cascading across the walls. Hesitantly, the Captain remained quietly still, his head ever so slightly shifting to the side as he listened to voices in the short distance - a silhouette quickly passed his office door window and soon enough a tap emerged against the dull painted wood of it from the other side.

“Kommt herein?” Captain Wolfram said with a rigged cough, briskly sitting straight within his chair, brushing the Gestapo documents under a empty folder and other pieces of paperwork on his desk - if they were going to arrest someone, it could await till the morning. The door vaguely opened with a click of the locking mechanism, almost like another pre-warning they were about to enter, before it swung open enough for a female to lean inwards slightly, her hand clasping the door handle still as she broke a weak smile and stuttered out nervously “Erbärmlicher Herr, aber es gibt einige Leute, die Sie, sie suchen... sie schauen erfreut nicht an”. The young woman’s emerald green eyes darted off towards a nearby filing cabinet shyly after speaking and her hand began to fiddle with a lock of hair trailing down the side of her face.

Pushing up from his comfortable leather chair, the legs squeaked a little. “Vielen Dank, werde ich auch es sehen” Rafael diminished with a smile to praise some confidence into the young woman, who nodded quickly and nervously gave a quiet laugh to backtrack out of the office, accidentally leaving the office door ajar as she weakly pulled it closed. Standing behind his desk idle, the Captain bit his lower lip, beginning to expect an unwelcoming visit from someone. Cuffing his sleeve up against his tired eyes, the Captain paused for a brief thought of what to expect; if it were anything, Captain Wolfram was quite honourable in his ways of playing the field, but showed a much less compassion and respect to those who found nonsense ‘In Writing’.


Translations:[/b]

Kommt herein
~ Come in

Erbärmlicher Herr, aber es gibt einige Leute, die Sie, sie suchen... sie schauen erfreut nicht an
~ S-Sorry Sir, but there are some people looking for you, they... they don't look pleased.

Vielen Dank, werde ich auch es sehen
~ Thank You, I’ll see too it.

[pikey]

OOC: Sorry the speach isn't in German, but I didn't dare...

Friedrich now stood in the pouring rain, but what he was seeing was making it worth it. Peering in through one of the officer’s quarters windows, he saw as the three SS men entered, and barked at the women behind Wolfram’s sectary’s desk. She promptly got up, and went to see her superior. Two minutes later she returned, looking nervous, but controlled and gestured to the office door. The Officer nodded, then did something Friedrich didn’t expect; out of a deep pocket he drew a stamped envelope, then reached under his greatcoat and drew a Walther P38 from a concealed holster. He cocked. The two guards did the same.

As they entered the office, Friedrich wanted to hear what was about happen, and didn’t want to risk being seen. He quickly glanced around vainly, not sure what he was looking for. But fate granted him one thing. A few metres to his left, there was a grill from a ventilation shaft. Friedrich lowered himself down, then took hold of the grill with his soaking and freezing cold hands. After a glance round to see that nobody was watching he pulled. After two hard tugs, the grill came free. Placing carefully it to the side carefully, he slowly crawled inwards, and out of the rain. It was pitch black and drafty and the sharp edges were sections had been riveted together tugged at his clothing. He didn’t go any more than ten metres inwards, fearing rats. Friedrich turned and made himself comfortable, and listened to what was being said.

“...one week ago. That arrest, Hauptmann, was to be made on a man we suspected to be a double agent. But, because you couldn’t find the time to even look at it, that man was able to show his true colours. He was a member of the British Special Operation Executive. He crippled the refinery at La Roche last night, before making his escape with a group of men; we believe to be the Special Air Service. Now, he is most likely to be in Whitehall delivering vital secret paperwork, literally giving the invaders a free hand to push up to Cherbourg.

“Here, I have my own warrant for your arrest, signed by Oberstgruppenführer Paul Hausser. You are to accompany me the local police station. If you resist, I have orders to use lethal force. I recommend you do not.”

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Eh… -_-; No offence, but I’m actually half wanting to play this role now. Arresting me? Admin could see a demotion to my character because of this and I hadn’t expected you to play off the scenario to Wolfram not liking paperwork so fiercely. >_<

IC:

Folding his arms behind his stern postured body, Captain Wolfram awaited patiently as a few men hurried in through the crooked gaped open door. Their uniforms embellished the Allgemeine SS dress code and Captain Wolfram done no more than perk an eyebrow to their inquisitive and perhaps rude entry, so late at night. Without any formal salutes or warning, the rugged male with the monocle opened his mouth and dictated words to Captain Wolfram on regards of Gestapo’s request on arresting a male - which was presumably odd in his eyes to start with, as the Gestapo usually done as they wished without word.

Soon enough the word Arrest slipped the man’s mouth and Captain Wolfram couldn’t help but let out a slight cough of nervousness, utterly confused for a brief moment. He’d only just received the Gestapo’s documentation on an arrest, how could they infuriate him for missing these strict orders for a whole week!? It was completely impossible.

Ignoring the man’s orders on being arrested, Captain Wolfram shook his head slightly, yanking out the Gestapo’s letter on an arrest that was folded and tucked under some paperwork on his desk, before unfolding it to take a quick lisp over again with his foreseeing eyes. “Ich verstehe, dieser warrent heute Abend nicht wurde delievered zu mir - hat auf meinem Schreibtisch mit keiner Notiz verlassen, von dem es geliefert hat. Ich habe dies für eine Woche nicht gehabt!” Rafael said a little louder towards the end, becoming aggressively angry as he scrunching the paper within his palm uncontrollably, before throwing it onto the desktop, his cheeks burning a slight red already. It was madness! He would never dare miss such important documentation, no matter how much he hated it.

Feeling the eerie gaze of what could possibly by the awkwardness of the guards, Captain Wolfram briskly walked from out of behind his table, snatching the so-called warrant for his arrest from the man’s grasp to look at it. “Ich werde Dulden Sie dies, Sie können nicht hemmen mich auf Beachtungen von solchem Unsinn nicht. Ich werde kein Sündenbock für den misshap von jemandem sein!” Captain Wolfram Bellowed angrily, a slight snarl to his breath as he shoved the Warrant back into the man’s chest, standing straight to fold his arms up behind his back again, his eyes narrowing. He couldn’t care less for their ranks or posture, the Allgemeine SS were nothing compared to the Waffen-SS’s superiority, he would certainly take no fault for someone’s error, as he stubbornly remained rooted, glaring upon them.


Translations:[/b]

Ich verstehe, dieser Berechtigung heute Abend nicht wurde Geliefert zu mir - hat auf meinem Schreibtisch mit keiner Notiz verlassen, von dem es geliefert hat. Ich habe dies für eine Woche nicht gehabt!
~ I do not understand, this warrant was delivered to me tonight - left upon my desk with no note of whom delivered it. I have not had this for a week!

Ich werde Dulden Sie dies, Sie können nicht hemmen mich auf Beachtungen von solchem Unsinn nicht. Ich werde kein Sündenbock für den misshap von jemandem sein!
~ I will not tolerate this, you can not arrest me on regards of such nonsense. I will not be a scapegoat for someone's misshap!

[pikey]

That was when Friedrich gasped, shocked by both his C.O.’s words and the other Officer. Was it his fault...? He’d worked at the admin building earlier on, for some extra cash. He needed to scrape together the last Reichmarks to by his girlfriend a ring; then pop the question. Wolfram had a huge stack of papers that had been placed in his pigeon hole and a sectary had asked him to deliver them. Top of the pile was a letter, from the Secret State Police, dated exactly one week ago.

“Such disobedience warranted summary execution, in my day. Your petty excuses are for the Geheime Staatspolizei to listen to, I must only deliver you to them. Come now.”

Friedrich hurriedly scrambled backwards, out of the cold shaft. It was like entering into a power shower; the rain had intensified and the ground was all but quagmire. As he stood up and took his first few steps, his feet slipped everywhere and he came close to falling. He slid his way around to the front of the building and walked up the steps into the Officer’s Quarters. A hand was pushed into his face as the guard attempted block his path.
“State name, rank and intention.” He said in a high pitched voice. He observed the corporal in front of him, covered in mud and dripping wet. Friedrich didn’t have the time and pushed past him, intent on reaching Wolfram’s office. “Halt!” the guard called back, attracting the attention of two officers who had just appeared from the drawing room. Friedrich quickened his pace and turned towards the corridor marked offices and saw the oak door with the Captain’s behind. It was slightly ajar and he pushed in, just as he heard running boots behind him.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Gritting his teeth within the confines of his mouth, Captain Wolfram stood stubbornly stern and rooted within the ground of his current emplacement. The floor was damp from everyone’s wet feet and Captain Wolfram drew strength from the smell of rain, it was a forecast of weather he adored and the smell exuberated his stature; he was dry, warm and strong minded - the men before him looked cold, tired and wet. Rafael had a knack for psyching people and reading them, body movements, posture, either way, the Captain remained vibrantly stern in stature.

Listening to the man speak, Captain Wolfram chirped a slight laugh and couldn’t help but glance upwards as a rustling noise echoed above them. Upstairs offices were closed during the night, the administrative department primarily worked upon the ground level - the eerie feeling of the building made enough people want to stay as close to the exit as possible, not just that, but the higher level was used for stronger administrative staff, almost like the upper level gave them an overlooking advantage towards them situated below.

Shaking his head slowly, the Captain spoke again, with a serious demeanour and tone “Reden Sie mich, bezüglich das von einem Hund - disobediant ist etwas nicht an das ich bin nicht und Sie dürfen erzählen, dass die Geheime Staatspolizei und Sicherheitspolizei eigentlich günstig hier sich kommen!” as the Captain trailed off speaking, he drew his arms out from behind his back and folded them with a strict intention, giving the pure and simple notification that he shall not and will not cooperate with their demands. His actions could cause serious consequences, as Captain Wolfram’s eyes lingered towards the two anxious guards, knowing fully well the standard procedure and how they’d man-handle him with a simple gesture from their corresponding Officer.

Footsteps beckoned down the corridor and voices bellowed within the distance, Captain Wolfram’s pearly blue eyes began to lisp over the faces in the room quicker, a slight anxiety taking to his mind as he wondered what was happening? But remained quietly firm and still, afraid to make any quick movement in horror if he were to find a Lugar or P38 sprung at him to stop him from what could be seen as escaping, soon enough, the door swung open and a more familiar face fell into the limelight - it was Friedrich, a new member of his establishment and Panzer Division, who distorted the looks of a hurried man in combination with a cold and wet one.

“Soldat, von Namur! Was ist die Bedeutung von dies!?” Wolfram said in a firm voice, quite worried, but at the same time pleased to see the man who could allow the Captain a few extra minutes in not needing to face the male with a monocle.

Translations:[/b]

Reden Sie mich, bezüglich das von einem Hund - disobediant ist etwas nicht an das ich bin nicht und Sie dürfen erzählen, dass die Geheime Staatspolizei und Sicherheitspolizei eigentlich günstig hier sich kommen!
- Do not address me, as to that of a dog - disobediant is something i am not and you may tell the Geheime Staatspolizei and Sicherheitspolizei for that matter to conveniently come here themselves!

Soldat, von Namur! Was ist die Bedeutung von dies!?
- Soldier, von Namur! What is the meaning of this!?

[pikey]

“Herr Hauptman, I wanted to ask if you recei...”
“Leave this office immediately!” bawled the officer, a nerve in his neck twitching. “We are discussing a matter of Reich homeland security that involves you not. Enter an office in that manner in my presence again, and I’ll have you confined to barracks for a month!” He snapped his fingers and one of the guards advanced towards Friedrich. The next second the door burst open again and the front door guard barged in. He looked from Friedrich, to Wolfram, then at the Officer.

This was more than the Allgemeine SS man could take. In one swift movement he shot towards the guard. He backed towards, not sure what was about to take place. All too late did he see the Officer raise his Walther and bring it hard down on his face. With a crack, his cheek bone shattered. His MP40 was pulled from his grasp and tossed to the floor, hitting and denting the front of the desk. The guard sent both his hands up in front of his face, expecting another blow. Fortunately, it didn’t come.

All but the SS guards were shocked by such an out burst from an officer of his rank and stature.
“Get out, the pair of you!” he bellowed, gesturing to Friedrich and the guard, who had a murderous glint in his eye.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Okay, correct me if I got this wrong, but the Alg-SS Officer assaulted the guard that came tumbling in, right? If not, I’ll edit my post as follows. Got a little confused between Friedrich and the Guard being assaulted.

Also - what rank is this accustomed SS Officer with the warrant?

IC:

The panting expression upon Friedrich’s face begged to be differed with, as he muttered out a string of sentence towards Hauptmann Wolfram, before inevitably the hollering shouts in the corridor came tumbling into his own office, another rowdy figurine littering the room - a guard that must’ve been blockading the main doors, his face didn’t look familiar to the Hauptmann, but his battle garment, wet posture, rain-coat and blue lips insinuated a cold man that must’ve been stuck outside for quite a while.

Darting his eyes between all the people within his small office, Rafael couldn’t help but slowly shake his head, lisping over the brief words in which the young marksman had lurched out towards him; did he receive…!? Hauptmann Wolfram held a slight bemused look, particularly so as the fellow Allgemeine-SS Officer twisted upon his heels to bellow threatening words out, before physically pushing forwards with his Walther and assaulting a guard quite dishonourably against the brunt of his face, escalating the situation beyond belief, as Hauptmann Wolfram gaped a slight open jaw, growling beneath his breath quietly to clench a fist.

Storming forwards from his feet, quite abrupt and suddenly, the Hauptmann grasped the Officer by the lapel of his uniform and yanked him sideways to face him; his physical demeanour over the fellow SS Officer could have Wolfram shot by the guards, but levelling the man in a way that blocked his own body from the minions of the arrogant and brutal officer, who began to disturb and play with his patience, Hauptmann Wolfram leaned inwards, snarling outwards towards the male before him - his hand grabbing at the Officer’s wrist equipped with the Walther, preventing any raising and pointing with the weaponry quickly.

Glaring upon the SS-Officer with his deep blue eyes, Hauptmann Wolfram gritted his teeth to firmly and angrily speak towards the ignorant man “Sie haben meine Geduld gestoßen! Angreifen Ein von meinen Männern, beschädigen die mein Büro und mich Untreue und Verrats zum Vaterland beschuldigend!” he spat out in a fuel of temper, clenching his hand around the man’s wrist tighter, almost in hope that he may drop the weaponry from a lack of blood to his scaly long fingers. “Sie werden jetzt verlassen oder ich werde Sie einsperren für solch primitive Verhalten und Anklagen auf meinem Namen lassen! Sie erkennen nicht, wen Sie behandeln…” the Hauptmann continued, drawing quieter towards the end of speaking to the man in a menacing way, his voice crude and angry.

With that, Hauptmann Wolfram snatched his hand away from holding the man’s wrist, yanking the warrant for his arrest out of his grasp and ripping it, his face motionless and stern the whole while, before dropping the shredded warrant onto the floor. “WACHEN! Sie werden diese Männer von aus vom Gebäude eskortieren, wenn sie so wagen anzugreifen oder incomply mit diesen demmands, Sie werden lassen sie unter meinen Reihenfolgen einsperren!” the Hauptmann said inspiringly, as he glanced up to small crowd outside the room, who were lingering around, a few of the guards stepping forth with their rifles strictly by their sides, awaiting the men to depart from the Hauptmann’s office.

Translations:[/b]

Sie haben meine Geduld gestoßen! Angreifen Ein von meinen Männern, beschädigen die mein Büro und mich Untreue und Verrats zum Vaterland beschuldigend!
- You have pushed my patience! Assaulting one of my men, damaging my office and accusing me of disloyalty and treason to the fatherland!

Sie werden jetzt verlassen oder ich werde Sie einsperren für solch primitive Verhalten und Anklagen auf meinem Namen lassen! Sie erkennen nicht, wen Sie behandeln...
~ You will leave now or i shall have you imprisoned for such barbaric behaviour and accusations upon my name! You do not realise who you are dealing with...

WACHEN! Sie werden diese Männer von aus vom Gebäude eskortieren, wenn sie so wagen anzugreifen oder incomply mit diesen Nachfragen, Sie werden lassen sie unter meinen Reihenfolgen einsperren!
- GUARDS! You will escort these men from out of the building, if they so dare assault or incomply with these demands, you will have them imprisoned under my orders!

[pikey]

Friedrich was shocked by his C.O.’s outburst. He’d never seen Wolfram act like that before. He was more of a ‘void’ person. The Officer and his two guards were also shocked, and the Corporal wasn’t sure how the elder would take it.

Two of the quarters guards came in, ready to remove of the three problems. But it was the man, with the cracked cheekbone that caught Friedrich’s attention. He slowly lowered his hands and faced the Officer, who wasn’t looking. Then he snapped; like a staving lion released from its cage. He charged forward and smashed his hand hard into the Officer’s face. The Officer reeled in surprise, and put his hand up in defence. With a sharp kick the guard threw the Officer across the room, before Friedrich stepped in. The guard tried to push him out of the way, but Friedrich didn’t budge. The man was in a frenzy, and would have beaten the Officer to a pulp given half the chance. To Friedrich, there seemed only one way to silence him. He punched him hard in the centre of the head. The guard collapsed to the floor, completely out.

He tried hard to ignore the feeling of six pairs of eyes staring into his back, so decided to stare himself at the Officer. He was lifting himself painfully from the ground, using the arm of a leather chair. His stomach muscles were torn, and his nose bleeding, but trying to regain his lost composure seemed his primary concern.

“We are far from the end of this Wolfram!” he said at length. One of the quarter’s guards took him by the arm to remove. “Unhand me!” he snapped. “I’ll have you tied to post and shot before this month is out. Mark my words!” Only then did he allow himself and his two men to betaken. Friedrich beckoned two more guards in and delved into his pockets, for a little currency. He walked up between them and put Reichmarks in theirs.

“Throw the bloke in one of the Barrack’s corridors and splash some beer over him.” The pair discreetly nodded and carried him out. Now only the two men remained.
“I’ll be off then, sir.” Friedrich said, nodded to his captain and walked for the door.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Oh wow, this is like the most random and strangest neutral thread I’ve been in.

After Hauptmann Wolfram’s slight outburst of temper, he almost, ironically, began to think the situation may cool down somewhat and having the arrogant SS men removed, the situation would subside for another day - hopefully, not at all. Hauptmann Wolfram was far from placid to the events of being proclaimed a scapegoat to such monstrosity, but as Rafael stood firm and awaited the men to be removed, something suddenly made it’s self known from the corner of his eye and the hurt guard began to give as good as he got! Lashing outwardly upon the SS-Officer.

Stumbling backwards against the desk behind him, the Hauptmann grasped the edge of it with his hands and slowly watched as the situation spiralled out of control again. This was madness and Rafael remained quiet, watching as Friedrich made himself useful in defusing the situation - compared to the other guards and the Officer’s own quarter men fumbling around without reason, before a quick ‘physical’ motion from Friedrich had the aggressive guard downed -- then came the threat from the SS-Officer as he was slightly man-handled out of the building, his subordinates following like a pair of Jack Russels, loyal dogs.

Shaking his head quietly, the Hauptmann slowly stood straight and wiped a hand down his face, feeling embarrassed, annoyed, irritated and quite aggressive to what had just happened. A warrant for his arrest? Because someone perhaps failed to do their job, or was this whole situation purposely made to deter the Waffen-SS Hauptmann’s throne? Someone must’ve been behind it and Rafael’s eyes gleamed towards the ground in sheer anguish of deep thought, frozen within his tracks, as the faint voice of the Hauptgefreiter
and dragging slowly and limberly brought the Hauptmann back to planet-Earth, a disgust and shocked look sprawled across his face.

As the Hauptgefreiter turned to leave with a quick departing gesture, Hauptmann Wolfram straightened up suddenly and tightened his jaw to firmly say “Nein - Friedrich, ich wünschen, mit Ihnen zu sprechen”, a quick step taking to his posture as he passed the young male hastily, shoving his hand against the door to cause it to ‘bang’ closed, the wooden doorframe shuddering slightly from the quick thump of the door closing. Standing eerily close to the Hauptgefreiter, Hauptmann Wolfram gave a daringly long stare towards Friedrich, before taking a slight glance around his room to slowly step away from the door, taking a fold to his arms. “Sie haben ziemlich eine Schau früher gemacht, stürmend hier drinnen mit den ganzen Wachen. Was war so wichtig, den Sie so eifrig sich bekannt gemacht haben?” asked the Hauptmann more calmly than his prior outburst.

Brushing a hand up through his hair, Rafael slowly turned his back to the desk he was once standing at and leaned backwards onto it, staring towards Friedrich with a long look, still trying to overcome what’d just happened. Already, the Hauptmann had plans of action he’d be taking… Starting with Friedrich…


Translations:[/b]

Nein - Friedrich, ich wünschen, mit Ihnen zu sprechen.
- No - Friedrich, i wish to speak to you.

Sie haben ziemlich eine Schau früher gemacht, stürmend hier drinnen mit den ganzen Wachen. Was war so wichtig, den Sie so eifrig sich bekannt gemacht haben?
- You made quite a show earlier, storming in here with all those guards. What was so important, that you so eagerly made yourself known?

[pikey]

OOC: Randomness, mein Freud, is what makes life interesting.

Friedrich was surprised by the force of which Wolfram closed the door, but that was nothing compared to the grilling that the Captain seemed prepared to give him. Friedrich looked towards the floor, pondering over an answer that wouldn’t lead him into even more trouble. He could hardy admit to damaging the ventilation system, listening into a conversation that didn’t concern, and telling the captain that the last five minutes he’d spent wetting himself were his fault. He said the first thing that came to mind, therefore attempting to side step the whole affair, and hordes of extra duties.

“I am sorry for my unannounced entry, Herr Hauptman. It was rude and unnecessary. I promise such an event will not take place again. The subject that I wished to discuss with you is not urgent and can wait.” His eyes fell upon the stack of papers and stayed there for a moment too long. He quickly turned away and looked down at his hands. The right’s knuckles were grazed a little. Friedrich glanced briefly around the once smart room that was now in a serious state of reorganisation, before sighting the discarded MP40. “I’d better return this to the Armoury, sir. Once again, I beg your forgiveness. Have a pleasurable night, Herr Hauptmann.”

Friedrich picked up the weapon; it still had rain droplets sliding down it. He turned for the door, but caught the Captains infamous stare.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Indeed it does, but when I make Neutral Threads - I sort of expect to escape the whole nearly being shot or hung verdict for my character. -_-; So it’s been interesting Rpin’ with you, guessing this will be my last post.

Also, I may make a concluding thread to this one if you’d like to join it at some point. I think the Hauptmann will be wreaking revenge on those responsible for negligence and subordination for being unable deliver important documentation. Don’t worry, Friedrich isn’t one of them.

IC:

Standing upright and straight, yet still composing a leaning gesture against the brunt of his desk, the Captain hadn’t anticipated on grilling Friedrich, just, squeeze information to why the man had suddenly taken interest into storming into his office, jumping the guards? Perhaps shine a little light on the whole matter of Hauptmann Wolfram being pushed over a post to be executed. He was quite sure Friedrich wouldn’t like a replacement - Mr Wolfram found himself quite placid compared to other Waffen-SS Commanders, always being within the thick of battle and amongst his men when he could be.

Watching the male backtrack somewhat with his wording, the Hauptmann perked a slight eyebrow and licked his lips, taking a long inhale to continuously stare, as if his eyes would pierce more answers from the quibbling man; unspoken, Hauptmann Wolfram preserved what was left of his stature from being so ignorantly spoken down too within the past few minutes, to just remain silent, scraping back the respect he could’ve once so highly had in front of Friedrich who’d witnessed the outburst and scuffles.

Turning his back retrieving the MP40, with a quick word of taking it back to the armoury, the Hauptmann grinned; his feet made light work of travelling the small distance between the two of them and Rafael’s cold hand ran along Friedrich’s wrist to unbutton his fingers from the machinegun and pull from his grasp “Ich werde jenen Obergefreiten brauchen - Ach und Friedrich…” the Hauptmann said with a slight pause, drawing the weaponry away from Friedrich’s grasp completely, taking a step off towards the general direction of his desk, prolonging his next wording carefully as he twisted upon his heels to look towards the man with a slight mean look about his features.

“Wagen Sie weit von Lager innerhalb dem nächsten Tag, nicht werde ich Sie und die Männer innerhalb den nächsten vierundzwanzig Stunden brauchen. Gute Nacht der Obergefreite” the Hauptmann lastly uttered out, shedding a slight grin as he dropped the MP40 onto his desk, nodding towards Friedrich in a manner of ‘this isn’t over’.


Translations:[/b]

Ich werde jenen Obergefreiten brauchen - Ach und Friedrich...
- I'll be needing that Corporal - Oh and Friedrich...

Wagen Sie weit von Lager innerhalb dem nächsten Tag, nicht werde ich Sie und die Männer innerhalb den nächsten vierundzwanzig Stunden brauchen. Gute Nacht der Obergefreite.
- Do not venture far from camp within the next day, i will be needing you and the men within the next twenty-four hours. Good night Corporal.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

The following CP has been issued;

• Captain Wolfram: 14CP
  
  
• Corp. Von Namur: 14CP
  

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