An unexpected meeting (Schellenburg)

[Jean-Luc Laroche]

Under intense fire Aaron made his way to Jean-Luc who blindly scrambled toward cover. Jean felt his arm being grasped, next thing he knew Aaron pulled him onwards. German bullets whipped into the trees and ground around them but luckily no one was injured. They managed to evade the Nazi’s one more time slipping out of view. The car sat pulled over on the side of the road, Jean-Luc rushed for the driver’s side. He opened the door and slipped inside, quickly he reached over unlocking Schellenburg’s side. Jean checked the STEN-gun’s magazine next, Upon inspection he discovered it held three bullets, “Three shots..”. He tossed the sub machine gun in the backseat and removed the Colt 1911 from inside his suit jacket.

A single headlight was seen in the distance, “Get in fast!”. When Aaron climbed inside Jean-Luc did a burnout on the gravel and sped off down the road. After nervously glancing in the mirror 3-4 times he slammed on the brakes once they had gained some distance. He look at Aaron with a serious facial expression and said, “You want to get out of here right? That motorbike has a machine gun on the sidecar. When it catches up we are dead, follow me”. Le Spectre left the car running and hopped out, with the Colt held tightly in his left hand he dove into the ditch five feet behind the car. The sound of a motorcycle speeding up the road could be heard in the distance. He told Aaron “When they stop at the car we run up on them from behind. You tell them to surrender, I speak German but with a poor accent. Got it Aaron Schellenburg? This moment determines if we live or die my friend”.

Jean pulled the slide back on his pistol, “By the way..thank you for helping me back there. You gave me a sense of direction. Pierre..he fell fighting." The black car sat in the middle of the road idling, it’s tail lights glowed red in the darkness. Le Spectre put a finger to his lips, “Shh… If any of them go for a gun you must shoot him”.

[Aaron Hroda Schellenburg]

Aaron quickly made his way into the passenger side and slammed the door. Aaron removed the gun from his back belt loop and set it on his lap. Spectre quickly slammed on the gas and sped off into the darkness. Aaron looked over at the Frenchman as he seemed to nervously look over at the side view mirror a few times. A bit curious, he did likewise at his own mirror and saw a single headlight in the distance. Aaron's heart began pounding again in his chest. Aaron breathed in deeply as he continued to nervously look out at the mirror.

Suddenly, Spectre hit the brakes and split out of the car. Aaron grabbed his Luger and followed the other man to a ditch about a few feet from the car. Aaron carefully listened to the hushed whisper of Spectre held the Colt in his hand. Aaron swallowed nervously as the engine became louder as the light became brighter. Both men watched the motorcycle approach the empty, idle car and slow to a stop. Aaron carefully watched the patrol man allow his motorcycle to idle and carefully approached the car. Aaron watched the German inspect the car and laid in wait.

When it seemed clear Aaron moved from his spot quietly as clicked the hammer back on the Luger. He stood behind the German man at a distance away.

"Ich rate Ihnen zurück weg vom Auto mit Ihren Händen nach oben..."

He fluently spoke and loud enough for the him to hear the warning of surrender. The SS patrol officer complied with the order and moved away from the car with his hands up. The man turnered around to face the man who uttered those words. Aaron kept his composer dispite being nervous as hell.

Translations:

I advise you to back away from the car with your hands up...

[Jean-Luc Laroche]

The BMW R75 came to a stop behind the car. The driver dismounted and carefully approached the vehicle. He had a sub machine gun on a sling over his right shoulder, the passenger waited in the sidecar on the MG-34. Jean-Luc looked Aaron in the eyes, “This is it, here we go”. Aaron was first out of the ditch, the sound of his weapon cocking caused the SS man to freeze where he stood. Jean-Luc moved from cover holding the Colt 45 at the ready. The German in the sidecar went to stand but the other one at gun point shook his head. The man turned around with his hands resting upon his head. Seeing Aaron he smirked, “Verräter”. Jean gripped his pistol grip tighter, “Don’t listen to him Aaron. They are all murders”. Jean-Luc raised his pistol aiming for the Nazi’s head, “Belt and coat, take them off now”. He lowered his eyes to the man sitting in the sidecar, his back still to them. He sat quietly with his arms in the air, “YOU! Don’t even think about lowering your hands. I will kill you”.

The SS motorcycle driver did as he was told. His uniform revealed that he was SS Military Police at the rank of Hauptscharfuhrer, or Sergeant. On his chest he wore an Anti-Partisan badge in silver, Jean-Luc scowled at him with hatred. He spoke, “See Aaron. This is the kind of scum we are up against”. Jean gestured to the Hauptscharfuhrer with his pistol, “See that badge there? They are awarded it for killing us. To have one in silver, well..this guy takes pride in his work” .The SS man appeared content, he simply listened with a arrogant look on his face. The Sergeant man was about 6’2, 200 pounds, he was clean shaven and appeared not to be shook by the situation. Finally the German took his helmet off dropping it at his feet. The jackboots he wore were freshly shined. Jean glanced at the watch on his left arm, the then looked at Aaron, “This is taking too long”. In a loud voice he barked an order at the passenger, “Out of the sidecar! Keep your hands up or I’ll shoot”. When the German slowly got to his feet Le Spectre’s voice became sterner, “Hurry it up! Move you Nazi bastard. Coat and belt off make it quick!”. The big Sergeant never took his eyes off of Aaron, as if he expected him to help them. He shook his head slowly with a grin, “Ihr Akzent, bist du aus Hamburg”. The tall German

Jean Luc stormed forward grabbing the man by his tunic. Suddenly without warning pistol whipped the prisoner in the head, “Stop looking at him! Why would you give a fuck where he’s from?” He whipped him again causing the man to fall to his knees. Blood poured from a large gash in his forehead, he groaned in pain touching the wound with his left hand. The second German had climbed out of the sidecar and stood with his back turned. Hearing the commotion behind him he hurriedly got out of his coat and belt.

Translations:
Verräter (Traitor)

Ihr Akzent, bist du aus Hamburg (Your accent, you are from Hamburg)

[Aaron Hroda Schellenburg]

Aaron watched as the officer complied. He kept his hand steadily on the trigger as he brought the gun into view. Spectre came into the picture as he aimed his gun at the officer that was inspecting the car, as the SS patrol officer made eye contact to Aaron, he clearly called him a traitor, Aaron watched the officer carefully as Spectre warned Aaron not to believe what he was saying. Aaron simply ignored the rather large officer as he slowly slowly complied to Spectre's orders. Aaron's eyes briefly shifted to the other man in the sidecar.

Spectre ordered the man in the sidecar to stand with his hands in the air. The other man appeared to reluctantly follow orders. Aaron's eyes met the one of the standing man, who appeared to have stopped removing his coat and halfway undid his belt. The man continued to just stare at Aaron, like he was expexting him to fight for them. Aaron narrowed his eyes as he glared at the Nazi officer a few feet before him. His aatention was snapped back to Spectre as he spoke about one of the Nazi's. When Spectre pointed out about how the men were rewarded to murder Partisans, a deeper hatred kindled against the Germans. It too personal self-control from kill both of them right then and there, but he needed to wait.

Aaron returned his careful eyes back to the officer near his car as he purposely tried to stall in removing his clothing. Both Aaron's and Spectre's paitence was running low as the two Germans seemed to be toying with them. While the Frenchman was preoccupied with the man in the sidecar, Aaron focused on the man in front of him. Aaron was caught off guard when the SS officer spoke to him about his accent. Aaron swallowed and aimed his gun at the Germn's head as he guess that he was from Hamburg. He saw as Spectre pistol whipped him acrossed the head. Aaron remained silent as he tried to keep himself from shooting the Nazi.

((sorry for the bad post, i was distracted by many factors. hopefully it did not suck as much.))

[Jean-Luc Laroche]

The SS man who was in the sidecar suddenly ran off toward the forest. Without delay Jean raised his pistol firing a single shot. The sound of the Colt.45 rang out through the night air, the soldier was hit right below his neck in the back. He tumbled to the ground, lying out of sight in the ditch. The Hauptscharfuhrer was still on his knees holding his head. He muttered a mixture of curses and prayer as Jean continued to hold his collar, “Aaron! Put this son of a bitch out of his misery”. Spectre let go of the German’s collar then kicked him in the ribs, “Shoot him! We are out of time”. The SS Sergeant coughed and spit blood on the ground.

Jean gestured toward the enemy with his pistol barrel while taking a few steps back. Spectre placed a hand on Aaron’s shoulder and spoke in a low tone, “It’s us or them my friend. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do. If you need me to I will shoot this one. No pressure, Just remember we are in a war. Whether or not you want a part of it you got no choice now. You are not alone Aaron”. The German understood their conversation, he slowly raised his hands. The smirk had long disappeared from his face, the severity of the situation became clear. He muttered, “I’m unarmed! You would shoot an unarmed man? I have surrendered!” Jean let out a deep sigh, his facial expression showed that he wasn’t impressed by the German’s pleas.

“I am sure you have killed many unarmed people. Innocents who were never a threat to anyone. No, this is over for you today”.

[Aaron Hroda Schellenburg]

A single shot rang through the night air. Aaron's attention snapped from the SS officer before him to the escaping Nazi that took a bullet the the back of the head. The escapee did not travel very far, but he was going to be disposed of anyways. "Shoot him, take him out of his misery." Those words brought the German-Jew's attention back to the Hauptscharfurhrer that was curlled up on the ground, coughing up blood. Aaron knew that Spectre's paitence fizzled out.

Spectre moved away from the downed body towards Aaron. He spoke the truth to Aaron, he was in this war; he had no choice anymore. Aaron wanted to dispose of the trash before him, but part of him wanted to cower away and take the easy route out of the situation. Aaron's gun long lowered from the aim of the SS Sargent before him. Aaron thought for a few minutes... Spectre did get him this far, he and his friends did save him from the hands of the Gustapo. By the hand of the Nazi's he did witness the death of many who fought against the evil, and also lost the person who was close to him. Aaron heard the pleas from the fool before him, something inside Aaron finally snapped and before the German could utter another word, Aaron raised the Luger, aiming it in the center of his forehead. Aaron released a sigh before his finger pulled the trigger. A sharp shot resounded through the air. The deed was done. The body of the Hauptscherfurhrer laying on the cold gravel with a clean bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. A pool of blood surrounded the Nazi, and the air reeked of gun smoke.

"I believe that I did make up my mind... A long time ago."

Aaron softly spoke, turning his head towards Spectre with a small smile on his lips. Aaron looked down at the dead body for some time before walking to one of the jackets and belts on the ground and slipping it on.

[Jean-Luc Laroche]

Jean-Luc watched Aaron as he squeezed the round off. When the SS Sergeant lay dead he said, “You did the right thing. It will get easier each time you do it”. He looked around casually, “Well.. They will be coming after us again. Greatcoat, helmet, boots and belt are all we will need to get passed the bastards. My car will never get through the checkpoints”. When the men suited up Jean-Luc kick started the motorcycle, it roared to life. He revved the engine a few times then looked down at Aaron in the sidecar, “You do the talking”. He pulled his goggles down then hit the accelerator. The two fugitives cruised through the Belgian countryside at full speed. Suddenly headlights with blackout covers were seen in the distance, “Enemy ahead!”, Jean raised his voice over the sound of the engine, “Keep calm, we are going to be okay”.

Two Opel Blitz transports sped in the direction from which Aaron and Jean had come from. They were loaded with SS Anti- Partisan hunters on a mission. There was a mounted spotlight manned by a trooper, beside it an MG-42. The vehicles never slowed down paying no attention to the BMW headed in the opposite direction. Jean chuckled lightly, “Look at all the support they sent to find us. They hold the resistance in high regard, hah, all those men for five. We don’t have any more people in that area”. He cracked the throttle causing the bike to go faster down the dirt road, “We must hurry before our cover is blown”.

[Aaron Hroda Schellenburg]

Aaron took no time slipping on the coat, belt, and helmet. When Spectre reeved up the motorcycle engine, Aaron took his seat in the sidecar. He adjusted this helmet and placed the googles over his eyes. And adjusted in the seat. When Spectre told him to do the talking, Aaron nodded slightly. He had no problem talking, its just whether if it is believable that is what concerns the man.

Aaron remained silent as he thought about what spectre said about it getting easier. He felt almost no remorse for mirdering a SS officer, but the fact that it was his first time killing someone just sunk in. Aaron looked ahead when Spectre warned about an enemy car ahead. Aaron focused ahead and spotted the car that sped past the two without incident. A sense of relief washed over Aaron as he also spotted the Opel Blitz speed past full of SS Anti-Partisian soldiers. Aaron almost laughed at the sight of how the Nazis sped towards the direction in which they came from. The two continued down the dark country road until they reached a checkpoint near the edge of the woods.

[Jean-Luc Laroche]

A checkpoint came into view as the motorbike rounded a corner. A striped German guard shack with a road barrier blocking the way. Around it there was a mixed group of German soldiers and Military Police positioned. They glared at the approaching vehicle until it became clear that it was friendly. The majority of them continued a conversation over a cigarette. As they approached the barrier Jean spoke, “Aaron, tell them we have a dispatch from some SS officer, make a name up”. He tapped the brake and shifted into a low gear, “If we mess this up we’re dead. Tell them it’s urgent or something.. they got to believe it”.

Jean stopped the BMW in front of a young Wehrmacht Corporal who had just crushed a cigarette butt on the ground in just outside the barrier. He stepped up and gave the Nazi Salute, “Heil Hitler”. Jean took his hand off the handlebars returning the salute quickly. As the motorbike idled the Corporal addressed them, “Where are you coming from?” He looked to both of them for a reply then continued, “Say, we heard some shots out there. Sounds like you have been busy. My unit been posted at this checkpoint for two months, It would be great to finally see some action”.

Jean responded by nodding slowly with a smile.

[Aaron Hroda Schellenburg]

As the motorbike approached the heavily guarded checkpoint Aaron wearily watched as he started to think up a perfect alibi. He knew that lying got him this far... but what concerns him is if he could lie this time and it can not be questioned. Spectre caused him to slightly panic. Spectre tapped the brake and shifted to low gear as he spoke to Aaron. As the motorbike idled one of the Wehrmacht approached the idling motorcycle. He gave a Heil Hitler; the two men quickly returned the guesture. The Corporal asked the men where they were coming from. Aaron paused a bit before answering:

"We just came back from the direction we were notified of a Partisan group spotted. We believe that the Anti-Partisan unit handled them..."

Aaron spoke with a bit if confidence. Part of him worries that he did not give enough information. But he was glad that he did not give too much information. When the Corporal added that his until have not seen any action lately both men just gave short nods and smiles. Aaron tried not to apear antsy ir nervouse on the outside.

"We've just recieved the call to patrol just in case some of them escaped, but we did not find anyone out of the ordinary."

Aaron added as he sat back in the side car a bit. His eyes noted every Nazi that was stationed at the barricade. He noticed that there wee a couole that held a strange accent, like they were locals that joined the Anti-Partisan units This slightly unsettled Aaron but he kept his emotions on the inside.

[Jean-Luc Laroche]

Jean appeared to be interested in what the obergefreiter was saying. Inside he was terrified, any moment now everything could go wrong. The German Corporal nodded slowly in response to what Aaron had told him. After a brief pause he said, “Alright, well it’s good to hear everything is in order”. A phone could be heard ringing from the guard shack, “Now I will just need your pape..-“ The soldier was suddenly interrupted, “Obergefreiter Klingenburg, urgent call from Feldgendarmerie HQ”. He gestured for Jean to hold on a second, “One moment”. As the man turned and rushed off to take the call Jean muttered, “Stay cool now. If we are discovered use that damn gun”. The guard chatted away on the telephone, during the conversation he looked directly at the two men waiting to pass through.

Beads of sweat rolled down Jean’s forehead. His entire body shook, hopefully it was not noticeable with the engine running. He had been in many situations, all that could be done was remain calm. Hopefully it would work out for the best. The guard placed the receiver on the hook then quickly moved toward the barrier, Jean spoke in a low tone, “We don’t have any papers, this is it my friend”. The corporal raised his arm in the air, a guard posted at the barrier quickly lifted it clearing the road. A puzzled look crossed Jean’s face as he breathed a sigh of relief, “What the hell..-?”. The Frenchman gave the motorbike a bit of gas slowly pulling up to the German, “That was your headquarters. They have been expecting your arrival with word from the countryside. I suggest you hurry or face disciplinary action, they did not sound impressed”. A few of the sentries at the barrier scowled at them while the talkative Corporal waved the escapees through. He threw in the final comment of, “Good luck”.

It had been a very close call this time. The two men literally had nowhere to flee if things hadn’t gone this way. Jean found it hilarious that the soldier wished them luck. When the checkpoint was left behind the Frenchman busted out laughing, “Good luck he says! HAH, well thank you!”. At that moment Spectre punched the accelerator.