Soothing Ruffled Feathers

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The shouts of an argument could be heard through the floor of the small townhouse. The muffled voices were enough to wake Jace Rosewic from his slumber and force him to crack open his bleary eyes. The sunlight was quite rude at this time of the afternoon as it shone down on his face through the lace curtains that more or less failed to block it out. The room was small and, for lack of another word, cosy, as was most of the house, Jace and his squad had commandeered the house for the duration of their stay in this town. Their commander had chosen it for its view of an open field and a road, and as Jace pulled aside the lace curtains all he could see was a sea of green grass with a brown dirt road up the middle, stretching out to line of trees far off in the distance. Jace didn’t believe an Allied attack could come from this side of the town, the field was a no mans land, no cover, no way to hide, but they had orders to watch it.

He dressed himself in his uniform, careful not to crease the precious grey fabric that made up the uniform of the SS-3rd Division. A smile crossed his lips, every time Jace put on his uniform be felt like he belonged to something much larger then himself, he felt that his actions, no matter how trivial or how seemingly unimportant were helping, in some way, to change the world. A slight shiver ran down his spine at the power of the thought and he reached over to the small table in his room to retrieve his favourite weapon, his knife. He slipped it into its sheath and looked out the window again, in the room next to his he could hear the watchmen moving around, adjusting themselves into a more comfortable position for the long hours of watching nothing, a figure had appeared in the distance on the road, someone alone, walking as if weighed down or injured, to far away to tell any real details, oh well. The watchmen would have seen the person with their binoculars and recorded their views. The argument downstairs was drawing most of Jace’s attention anyway.

Still with the warmth of the bed fresh on his skin he threw open his door and stomped down into the heat of the argument, the other four Strumann where standing around the kitchen table, shouting at the top of their lungs at each other. The room was a mess, broken cupboard doors hanging off hinges, draws ripped open and their contents scattered on the benches, the floor was littler with rubbish. Jace knew that the state of the kitchen wasn’t due to the fight, but from when the Strumann searched the house when they first took it over from its original occupants. The other men were also ex-Ustashi members like Jace, and they were bored.
“We can’t just sit here any longer! Why have we been given duty at an observation post? This is stupid!”
“It dose not matter what you think about it! We have orders to stay here and watch the road.”
“A road surrounded by grass! Surely they could find some children to watch it!”
“You would leave children to the security of the town?”
“Security of the town? We are nowhere near the font lines! What have we got to keep a watch for?”
“You know that not everyone is with us in this town, some of the civilians are rebels and we must keep watch for them.”
“Why watch when we can hunt? Is that not what we do?”
“What we use to do, yes! But we’re under military orders now, and those orders say stay and watch the road!”
Clearly not everyone was good at adapting to new ways, the men had been left alone when their Rottenführer couldn’t take the bloodlust of the men any more and had bailed out, his official excuse was he was going to see about getting the Strumann moved to a more active area of the town where their need for violence could be sedated. That was two days ago.

Jace didn’t hold any real rank amongst the men, but he was the clearest thinker, despite sharing a need to stab things like the others, he was somewhat able to control his urges by reminding himself that he was serving the will of the Germans now, who (Hopefully) knew of his abilities and would put them to use when the time was right. The argument was still raging, and didn’t show any signs of calming down. Jace just watched with a smile, he loved violence and hate, it was what drove him to get out of bed each day, but he knew that he couldn’t just let these men rip themselves apart, they where needed, they where strong and able men who could use their talents to better the German empire! If they were allowed to continue on their current path they would destroy each other. They needed a distraction, something simple to vent their anger into, something… no… someone.

The idea struck Jace like a kick in the guts and he quickly raced up the stairs to the watchmen’s room, he ignored their questions regarding the argument downstairs and snatched up the binoculars, focusing the lenses on the person travelling the road. Hopefully they were Jewish, some of the Jewish families hadn’t been cleared out yet, but even if this person wasn’t a Jew, he could still be useful, a supporter of the Germans would want to keep the soldiers happy yes? No matter what the cost to themselves, a true German supporter would gladly give his blood, his life even to help make things easier for those fighting, for those who are another brick in the wall against the wave of Allied attacks, of course this person would want to help in anyway he could, why wouldn’t he? And if he wasn’t a German supporter, well then he would be a problem to the Germans, and Jace liked removing problems.

The lenses brought the traveller into sharp focus, he was much closer now and Jace studied the details of the person, the clean shaven face, the thick brown clothes, the large bag that was slung over one shoulder and was obviously heavy, but the one thing that Jace was looking for was the Star of David, the symbol that every Jew in a German controlled town was forced to wear on their arm. Jace’s disappointment was easily concealed when he couldn’t spot the Star. The road went straight past the house, and the traveller was coming very close. Jace threw down the binoculars and quickly descended the stairs, he rushed past the group of arguing men, who looked like they were ready to throw punches and stopped at the door, he pulled it open slightly, peering down the road, waiting for the traveller to come closer, he drew his knife and held it reversed so the blade was hidden by his arm.

This would be easy, as the man came level with the house Jace opened the door and strolled outside as casually as someone going to get the morning paper, he looked up and down the street as if searching for someone, and when he saw that there was no one else in the street he continued out onto the road. The traveller was spotted Jace coming and faltered, unsure of what to do, as Jace approached him he held out a hand in a friendly gesture.
“Excuse me sir, could I have a moment of your time please?” Jace said this with all the warmth and kindness of a humanitarian talking to a child. Over the years Jace had become good at pretending to be kind to people before gouging out an eye. The traveller was drawn in, he was fooled into believing he was safe and approached Jace easily with a helpful smile. Before any further words could be exchanged Jace flicked the knife around in his hand and drove it into the man’s belly. Jace grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the house before throwing him onto the kitchen table. The sudden appearance of the wounded man caused the fight to stop, the Strumann had armed themselves with knifes and looked like they were about to stab each other, now they where staring at the man on the table.

“Search him!” Jace pointed down to the man and grabbed his bag, throwing it onto a chair against the wall. Jace gave the order with such authority that the men didn’t even hesitate, almost grateful for something to distract them, they descended on the wounded man like vultures, their claws picking though every pocket, removing everything he had and laying the items out on a clear bench. Identification documents, a watch, a small cloth bag, and then something truly devious was pulled out of his breast pocket, an arm band with a Star of David on it. Jace took the band and ran it though his fingers, he began pacing back and forth.

“You know it is illegal for a Jew to be outside without this arm band clearly visible, yes?”
“Please…. Mercy” The man coughed. Jace shook his head before nodding to one of the men next to the table, who drew his knife and raise it, ready to thrust it into to Jew’s chest. It had been a while since the Ustashi members had been able to practice their old ways, pity they didn’t have a camera.

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan Kaiser, now at the ripe age of twenty two had already established himself quite the reputation whether if it were his exploits with the plight of the Jews in Berlin, or his grueling work with the POWS and Jews from his tenure in the concentration camp in Vichy France, or perhaps from the "leaked" story of the gay SS soldier that Stephan had brutally tortured, or the latest of his exploits, the Italian campaign in which Stephan was personally on the Axis war council. The man in flesh was now sitting in the passenger seat of a SS-Waffen military humvee that drove up the barren and scorched country side of Czechoslovakia. A once beautiful country, laden with intellectuals, scientists and high culture, now a barren country with nothing but barbed wires, walls and scorched land. It was a true pity Stephan thought to himself but orders are orders there was nothing he could do about it. Stephan had been assigned to lead a division of SS-Waffen Strumman who were stationed at an abandoned house to a nearby village to enforce the Fuhrer's laws upon it's inhabitants. That included checking of ID's and deportation of all undesirables off to Auschwitz, through coercion or through violent force, Stephan was given a carte' blanche to do as he pleased. To which as always Stephan would over abuse and toy and brutally and mercilessly hunt and torture all the undesirables he could get his fingers on, as seen with his previous victims.

Lighting a cigarette, in the distance a double storied farm house could be seen with the lights on in both floors. All around was desolation with open fields to either side of the house, quite a bizarre place for any division to be deployed in, but then again resistance from the bastard Czechs had been a thorn in their side, now especially with the departing of most of the Heer leaving behind just the SS, Waffen SS and the Gestapo to deal with the uprisings. A few Heer divisions are still present to quell major uprisings but most of the task now depended on the Waffen SS. The driver turned to Stephan and spoke, "we have arrived sir, I was ordered to remain outside, until you are ready to leave." Stephan nodded knowingly as he adjusted the SS hat on his head so that the skull looked outwards from the top of his head. Stephan looked around with an air of superiority about him, his icy cold grayish blue eyes tinged with boredom and arrogance, only augmented by his smirking lips.

Stephan stepped out of the vehicle, lit a cigarette and with one hand behind his back proceeded to the stairs leading up to the farm house. Stephan noticed droplets of blood on the front porch and with that in mind hearing the uproar from inside assumed one of two things, either the Waffen SS position had been discovered or they somehow managed to capture someone. Stephan reached for his rifle and stealthily entered the building, however upon noticing all the gray uniforms in the room he lowered his guard. However they seemed huddled around the table and none of them seemed to notice his arrival. Upon closer inspection Stephan saw the captive, a man perhaps in his early thirties, donned in a brown overcoat, one of the Strumman held a star of David in his hand as he spoke, to which the man could only mutter out mercy. Stephan then made his presence known by giving a slight cough, that of order. "Stand at attention soldiers." He spoke in a distinct upper class Berlin accent. Stephan took another drag of his cigarette and approached the table that had the Jew on top of it. Without a word Stephan methodologically looked through his possessions at his pace tossing anything he found useless and pocketing the rest, his eyes shot at the Ustashi in a daring look. Stephan pocketed the man's ID, a gold watch and his documents.

Looking around to his own men. "I arrived here to escort you gentlemen to the nearby village where we are assigned to hunt down all the trash like this one." He said pointing towards the Jewish captive. "Now to our uninvited guest here," he pointed to the Strumman who was holding the Star of David in his hand and was talking as he walked in, taking a drag of his cigarette he continued "hog tie him and tie him to the rear bumper of the Humvee outside. When we arrive at the city I expect to have him crucified in the village square. I expect to see all of you outside and ready in ten minutes beyond ten minutes you will be accounted for as dead, by me"

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The order was crisp and harsh, given with no room for argument. Instantly everyone came to attention, snapping their heels down against the hard floor. Jace could hear the accent in the officers voice, high class, snotty, no doubt believed himself to be the height of German perfection. Jace watched out the corner of his eye as the officer moved to the bench to search though their captive’s belongings, pocketing anything that took his fancy. Jace didn’t care about the loot, but this officer seemed far too arrogant, he was sloppy in his search too, ignoring the bags that had yet to be searched and throwing them aside, taking only the watch the ID and other documents. He even shot Jace and his men a look as if daring them to try and stop him. Of course he was protected by his rank, but Jace could see his men were fighting an urge to attack. If only this officer had a Star of David on him, Jace smiled at the thought but forced it away, he was a German officer, maybe a little too arrogant, but most Germans were, and Jace and the other Strumann would obey him without question.

Jace couldn’t help but wonder who this Officer was though, obviously he believed himself to be of high stature, though he only wore the rank insignia of an Untersturmführer, the lowest Officer rank, yet he held himself like someone much higher up the ladder, perhaps he was the son of someone higher up? Maybe he had risen to his rank in the field? No, that couldn’t be it, if he had he would have had more respect for his fellow soldiers, no this one started off high, and believed everything he had was earned or deserved. Such trivial goals, rank and the illusion of power, so few understood what true power was, and even fewer knew how to use it properly. Still, rank did have its advantages, this Officer could execute Jace and his men if they didn’t act up to his standards, call it a dereliction of duty and summon up a firing squad. But that only if he survived long enough to get in contact with the greater authorities, every man, no matter what badge they wore on their chest, could still bleed if stuck with a blade and the Strumann, the Ustashi especially, knew how to stick people.

But as the German Officer started speaking again, the mood suddenly changed, the air above the men that was previously filled with anger and hatred was now filled with excitement. They were being relived of their duty in the house in order to go hunting again! Most of the men in the room failed to hide their smiles, in fact none even tried too. This is what they enjoyed doing, the hunting and punishment of all those opposed to Germany. The Jew on the table was shaking with the pain in his belly, but that pain was overpowered by the dread he would have felt at the Officers next order. Without a moments hesitation Jace and the others saluted and the room erupted with movement. One of the men raced upstairs to retrieve the watchmen while two others darted around to the other rooms to collect everyone’s gear. Jace and the last soldier grabbed the Jew, tying his hands behind his back and then looping the last of the rope around his ankles, gripping the rope the two Strumann dragged the Jew off the table. He hit the floor with a heavy thump and a cry of pain.

Jace and the other solider dragged the Jew from the house, a trail of blood seeping out of his stomach wound and staining the wooden floor. Outside they let him hit each step on the way down to the ground and continued to roughly drag him over to the Officers vehicle where they tied the end of the rope to the tow ball. The Strumann jumped back and raced inside to help collect the last of their weapons and other gear, but Jace paused a minute besides the Jew, looking down and the bloody mess of a man he knelt down and drew his knife again, still wet with blood, and opened the Jew’s belly wound even more, the desired effect being that if the car took a corner to hard or if the Jew got thrown about too much, the contents of his belly, the intestines and other organs, would be more likely to fall out and be dragged along with him, a good image to send a message to anyone else who had thoughts of standing against the might of Germany.

Jace looked up as the Strumann assembled outside the house, he collected his rifle and pack from one of the men and joined the rest, standing at attention in front of the Officers car. No one had said a word yet, they had been drilled to only speak when spoken too, and they where sticking too that. The Seven Strumann waited silently for the Officer to give his orders, they were all keen to get moving and on the hunt again. Even if an arrogant German was commanding them, at least they would be doing what they loved, serving the Greater Germany, and punishing those who stood against them… This was turning into a good day.

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan was a born and bred noble, as one would call it, prior to the Weimar Republic and in his eyes the most atrocious thing to happen to Germany, minus the existence of Jews in Germany, his family were in fact one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the diplomatic circuit. However with the disastrous, cataclysmic depression that struck Germany, the Kaiser name fell in the rubble caused by the mammoth depression. However both Stephan, his father and younger brother worked tirelessly around the clock to bring back the Kaiser name. Stephan's younger brother, Helmut is not a name he speaks of often, is now an extremely wealthy man married and living in the United States with his wife and children, he had no interest in politics and the Third Reich, a bloody traitor. Stephan's father was now a manager of a munition and weaponry company and his eldest son taught soldiers how to hold the guns his father's company develops for the military. Stephan at the young age of 18 enrolled himself in the Nazi party and quickly felt like it was his family. Consecutively he would spend almost every waking hour in the Nazi headquarters, quickly his fanatic lust for the the Third Reich attracted the higher ups to him who "recommended" that once he completes his Nazi Youth training to enroll in the SS.

Now the same young fanatic stood outside a bombed out farmhouse leading his own division of Waffen SS troops in a raid. As the years progressed with Stephan one would admirably notice that his face did not appear any older than the first day he stepped foot in the Third Reich's tiny headquarters in Munich. Stephan lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply from it, as his icy cold eyes stared through the window at the bustling Waffen SS men as they scrambled to comply to his orders. Stephan steadily as he participated in more exploits quickly developed quite a name for himself in the Third Reich's command, despite his age and rank he showed budding potential. He was strict and even downright cruel to those who disobeyed him or showed empathy or emotion, and was simply a horrid monster, a behemoth creation of Satan to those who have the misfortune to oppose him or be dubbed as inferior trash by him. Stephan looked on as his orders were being carried out with precision. A moment passes and 2 Strumann bring out a hog tied Jew dragging him down the flight of stairs leading out of the house and all the way to the back of the truck.

Stephan does not look down or show any form of emotion whatsoever as he laid in a heap at his feet. Stephan merely continued to smoke his cigarette, eventually looking down with a deep look of disgust when one of the soldiers takes a knife out and opens and already bleeding wound, Stephan merely took a step back as the blood does not stain his polished boots. Finally the commotion ended as the troops lined up facing Stephan who looked back, his sarcastic, arrogant smirk wiped off his face only to be replaced by a look of sincere joy. "Gentlemen it will be my pleasure to give you orders, I hear that the Utashi are quite revered in this part of the woods, as the most violent, vicious, blood lustful dogs in this damn hellhole!" As he spoke those words he walked up and down the lines inspecting each and every single last one of them, his icy cold glare piercing them to the soul.

Stephan returned to his spot in the center facing the line, "don't get me wrong, dogs are the most loyal animals and one of the most vicious in my eyes, be my wolves, vicious, violent and cunning." Stephan paused and looked at them one more time and spoke once more. "You have been assigned to meet up with Division 13 of the Waffen SS where we are ordered to guard the town, make sure not a living soul is to enter or exit without a strict permission from the nearby Panzer division. We are to extract all the undesirables via coercion or force. At 1200 hr 3 armored trucks will arrive to escort set undesirables to Auschwitz. These my dogs are your orders." Stephan gave the Nazi salute and entered the vehicle waiting for the troops to tie the Jew up and they themselves enter the vehicle.

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“Sir!”
The Strumann shouted and saluted the Officer as he finished his speech and Jace once again found himself wondering about this man, how did he know they were Ustashi? Perhaps their previous commander had informed them, for was this man not here to take command of them? He did seem to be strong enough, and Jace respected strength above all else, but had that strength been tested before? Or was this Officer just a little man hiding behind a rank and a loud voice? Too early to tell, Jace and his men could be hard to control at times, so no doubt this mans strength would be tested sooner rather then later. At least he was giving them what they wanted, getting them out of the farmhouse and into some action. No one was complaining about that.

They looked at the car; there was no way it was large enough for the Seven of them, plus the Officer and his driver. Jace looked at the officer sitting in his seat all comfy, the man had the rank and the benefits, but he wasn’t a too sharp. Jace looked at the other men still standing at attention, he whispered to them.
“Isn’t there an old Ute in the shed around the back of the house?”
“Yes, I found it when we searched the area, it looked like it was in working condition.”
“We’ll take that then.”
Six of the Strumann broke away from the line and headed towards the shed, Jace was going to follow them but one stopped him and pointed at the Officers car.
“Someone should ride with him.”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re good at talking.”
The Strumann quickly walked off to join the others, leaving Jace standing alone on the road. Jace was the best at holding conversation out of these men, he knew how to answer properly and keep up protocol and such, he hated doing it though, and he guessed that with this Officer, he was all about getting his ass kissed. Jace took a deep breath and turned back to the car, marching towards it, trying to be as proper and disciplined as possible. He climbed into the car and closed the door, giving a quick glance at the others who had gotten the Ute working and were piling into it. Some were laughing, no doubt at Jace having to sit with the Officer.

He sat with his back straight and his eyes forward, he was thankful that his uniform hadn’t creased too much yet so he could still pull off the respectable appearance. The Ute pulled out and came in behind them, its engine idling noisily while they waited for the Officer’s car to lead the way. Jace found himself wondering if the Officer would try and engage him in conversation, he stole a glance at the man when he wasn’t looking, the Officer looked quite serious, probably didn’t have much of a sense of humour outside his job. He pondered how long they would be under orders from this man, and if things turned sour, witch they did in most clean outs, would he be able to handle himself? Jace had fought under other so called Officers who seemed to be just as hard as this one, but when the pressure was put on them they cracked and fled like children from a hornets nest. Time would tell if this one lived up to his own hype.

Meanwhile, out in the Ute, the soldiers were busy making fun of Jace’s seriousness and his situation.
“Wouldn’t like to be him right now.”
“I wonder what they’ll talk about?”
“I don’t think they’ll talk at all, you hear him with his little speech? Making out that we’re going on some grand advance that’s going to make a difference? Ha!”
“I liked the Violent and Cunning part. Hahaha.”
“At least he knows who he’s dealing with, we don’t mess about.”
“Oh hey look at the Jew twitch!”

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan returned the salute to his men studying all their faces one by one, he liked knowing the faces and personalities of those who served under him. As his hands was raised to shoulder level outstretched his icy cold gray eyes looked each man in the eye. They were touch bastards and any officer knew the brutality and the lust for violence of the Utashi. Stephan idly listened to his men who looked from the shed to his vehicle as they conversed in their native tongue, which sounded like absolute gibberish to Stephan. Despite being highly educated Stephan could only speak his own mother tongue German, English and he also learnt some basic Italian during his campaign in Italy. Stephan lit a cigarette as he watched the men break the line and run to the shed, one pointed to another and he returned, he seemed to be their leader perhaps the most experienced out all of them, once more in his crisp German he spoke, "the men turned you away, however I do not speak your tongue so explain to me where the hell did they go without my order? You will need to inform your men that I am highly strict when it comes to order and I am not beyond shooting them like dogs right here, a dog should never disobey it's master." Stephan said as he puffed a cloud of smoke at the remaining man with a cold, arrogant look in his eyes.

Stephan had been a master at torture, interrogation and violence thus it was recommended that it was he who would lead the violent SS-Strumann and they assumed that Stephan is quite fitting to lead such men. "Sir! Everything is in order and we are ready to move out." The driver appeared out from the front of the truck and Stephan coldly nodded barely acknowledging his presence. A moment later the gang appear in a utility vehicle and park near the officer's automobile. The driver hurriedly rushed to the back door of the car and opened the door for him and without a word Stephan entered the vehicle and the door was shut after him, the driver looks to the remaining man giving him the look of 'get in the car stupid.' The driver returns to the car and they are off. The journey to Stephan was highly unpleasent he was not too pleased with having to share his personal officer car with a low life soldier, however it means that he did have another body guard other than the driver who was armed with a luger pistol. In the back Stephan reached into the center part of the back seat and retrieves a bottle of wine pouring himself a glass of rose wine. Sipping away at his wine he looked out the window observing the Czechoslovak country side trying his very best to completely ignore the soldier who was in his car, being of upper class did indeed have it's privileges. The driver taking the main road he drove at an average pace for Stephan never really enjoyed high speeds.

After seeing enough of the countryside Stephan turned to the soldier and said rather coldy in German, "tell me your name soldier? And why are you currently deployed in that farmhouse." A small speed bump caused Stephan to slightly shift in his seat and from outside the Jew strapped to the back of his car could be heard screaming as a high cracking sound was heard right after the bump. "Also I need to be fully informed regarding this squad I would like you to share all the information and history you have on these boys." Stephan lit another cigarette and inhaled and then blew out a line of smoke from between his lips. His gray eyes looking through the man. then up and down analyzing him with a look of utter contempt in his eyes.

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Fields of lush green grass dotted with wild yellow flowers flowed past them, swaying in the wind as if waving to everyone who passes them, their scent caught on the wind and carried high into an almost cloudless sky. Were anyone else looking upon it they probably would have been moved by the beauty of it, but this field would probably not hold its beauty, if the allied forces did reach this far it would be bombed and churned up under heavy tank treads. Jace almost smiled at the thought.

The drive was slow and boring, the Officer hadn’t said a word since they’d been in the car and Jace found himself running the Officers last words though his mind.
"The men turned you away, however I do not speak your tongue so explain to me where the hell did they go without my order? You will need to inform your men that I am highly strict when it comes to order and I am not beyond shooting them like dogs right here, a dog should never disobey it's master."
Jace had answered in rough, accented but still easily understandable German.
“Sir, they are retrieving a utility vehicle for transport as we would not all be able to fit into your own vehicle. They would never disobey your orders Sir.”

As Jace ran his words though his mind he found himself thinking that while this Officer seemed to have the brutality and strength to lead the Strumann, he wasn’t very bright. If he was here to retrieve the squad and relocate them, he should have brought a truck as additional transport, or he could have made them all walk behind his car, that would have been a long walk. Still, they had the Ute, and were making semi-good time towards the town. Out the corner of his eye he watched the Officer take out a bottle of wine, pour himself a glass and sip away at it while trying to ignore every thing else around him. That was just fine with Jace; avoiding any form of conversation would make the trip so much better.

He took in the interior of the car, it was pretty much what you would expect in an officers car, all shiny and pretty, the seats were so comfortable you could sleep on them better then you could in a bed. The driver was smart looking and well dressed, and even though Jace’s uniform was neat and tidy, he still looked rough and dirty next to these two and the car. He felt a longing to be in the Ute travelling behind them, at least there he would be able to joke about with the others, and he fit in with them.

The Officer, who seemed to have a sudden urge to learn about Jace and his men, broke the silence.
"tell me your name soldier? And why are you currently deployed in that farmhouse."
Jace felt the bump and heard the change in screams from the Jew being dragged behind them, the Ute swerved a little to avoid what had fallen out of the stomach wound Jace had given him and the men in the Ute were laughing. The Jew wouldn’t survive much longer.
"Also I need to be fully informed regarding this squad I would like you to share all the information and history you have on these boys."

Jace exhaled slowly, he had been hoping nothing would be asked of him, preying they could travel in silence and wishing that once they got to their destination the Officer would give his orders and make himself scarce. Obviously that wouldn’t be happening. His response was quick and formal, answering the questions asked of him and saying nothing more.
”I am Strumann Jace Rosewic of the 3rd SS Division, Totenkopf. The Squad was deployed in the farmhouse for recon duties. We were to watch the road and the field and record any activity.”
Jace paused for a moment as the screams of the Jew died out, his life had drained away and now they where dragging a corpse that was dragging its guts.
At the second half of the Officers question be paused for thought, fully informed on them? Share all information and history on them? Jace knew quite a bit and to tell it all they would be here for a while. He decided to give the short version and if the Officer wanted to know more then surly he would ask.

”Every member of this squad is an ex-member of the Ustashi, we’ve fought together for years before Germany invaded Poland and Yugoslavia in an attempt to eradicate the Serbs that plagued our leader Ante Pavelić.”
This man probably didn’t want to know this, Jace decided to skip the history lesson and go onto the men themselves.
”The six Strumann in the Ute behind us are Bratislav Mirosh, Davor Illusk, Grgur Rustlik, Jeronim Pront, Kruno Stott and Neno Obsturic.
Strumann Mirosh is from Yugoslavia, he’s been with the Ustashi the longest, most of us where guards at the prison camps, keeping the filthy Serbs and Jews out of Germany’s way. We got bored with that and transferred into the SS so we could hunt them down personally, over time they put us all together into this squad and gave us the ranks of Strumann.”
He paused for a breath.
”The rest of us are Polish, Strumann Illusk is rather quite and doesn’t talk much, but will follow orders to the letter.
Strumann Rustlik likes collecting the eyes of people as trophies, as long as you let him do that, he wont trouble you.
Strumann Pront and Stott are our best shots; I’ve never seen them miss with a rifle, and Strumann Obsturic is good with a grenade, he’s got the strongest and most accurate throwing arm I’ve ever seen.”

Jace had cut it short, he’d cut it very short, he could have gone into the backgrounds of everyone and in great detail, after a few years you get to know people really well. He wondered if that was all the information the Officer wanted or if he would continue to ask for more.

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan nodded knowingly as he absorbed all the information he could at one go, he needed to be fully informed about the men so that he would know how to utilize them to his best interest, like pawns. It was true Stephan could care less for these men for firstly they were not Germans, thus he viewed them as mere pawns he could use to take one more step up the ladder. Stephan once more took a sip out of the wine. His icy cold gaze lingering out the window enjoying the beautiful Czechoslovak countryside, the endless fields of lush grass and flowers of all colors and shapes.

Czechoslovakia, just a few months prior had fallen hard under the Nazi German regime, the ancient, once beautiful capital Prague had been heavily bombarded by the Luftwaffe and the Panzer blitzkrieg eradicated a massive portion of the city. Now life to the Czechs had returned back to normal, all for one thing, the SS and Waffen SS troops who are employed there to follow Adolf Hitler's command and to make sure that his word is law and that was something that Stephan took extremely seriously. Stephan despite his personality is utterly and absolutely and utterly loyal to the Third Reich.

Meanwhile outside the car, the Jew who was tied to the rear bumper of the car was looking in real bad shape. Due to being dragged on asphalt for so long at such high speed, his skin on his back had completely peeled off and was bleeding profusely, his scalp half peeled from the back. The wound inflicted to the gut began to open wider due to the bumpy ride and his entrails began to fall over from either side. Meanwhile within the officer's the car, the ride seemed to be getting a tad bit awkward due to the only sound now heard was the roar of the engine, the crunching of the gravel and asphalt underneath and the screams of the Jew.

Not before long, they had arrived at their destination with no set back on the trip at all. The car pulled over in front of a building with a massive Swastika banner draped from the roof to the floor. It was the SS HQ in Prague. The car pulled over right in front of the building the two guards at the front of the building stood at attention upon sighting the officer's car. The driver got out of the car and opened the door to Stephan. Stephan stepped out of the car and as he got out the guards gave him the Nazi salute. Without a word Stephan stepped into the building motioning for the Strumann to wait for him.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Rosewic - 7CP

Steiner - 6CP

-JT