Post by Matteus von Haldor Valdemar on Aug 2, 2015 8:57:18 GMT
Matteus slapped the thick wooden table as his chest heaved with laugher. All around the table his cohorts were equally caught in the joyous mood that filled the fire lit room, one even shuddered and writhed in his seat as he fought to stem the laugher and control his body. A schooner glass was knocked and spilled its contents over the table and cards before rolling off the table to shatter on the floor. The breaking glass seemed to help bring people back to their senses. Now that he was able to speak, Matteus pointed at the skinny man sitting opposite him.
‘Nein, nein ... Georg ! Seien Sie für einen Moment ernst . Ich glaube dir nicht.‘ - No, no… Georg! Be serious for a moment. I do not believe you.
‘Ich schwöre, es ist wahr! Warum sollte ich lügen?’ – I swear it is true! Why would I lie?
‘Um ein Lachen zu erhalten . Sie immer über übertreiben.’ – To get a laugh. You always over exaggerate. Matteus said before taking a mouthful of beer. He wiped a dribble from his unshaven face and looked around at the others sitting with him. Other than skinny Georg an ex-wehrmacht rifleman he was drinking with Lorthar, a former panzer gun loader and Royce, his driver. Gerog snorted and muttered into his beer as he took a mouthful and glanced at his hand.
A knock brought their heads up to the door and their hands down to weapons. By the third knock the door had two Lugers, a Mauser and Matteus’ Enfield revolver lined up on it. Georg rose from his seat and approached the door from the side.
‘Hallo. Wer ist es?’ – Hello. Who is it? He said in a convincingly friendly voice.
‘Stoppen sie zeigen Ihre Mauser auf mich und lassen Sie mich in.’ – Stop pointing your Mauser at me and let me in. Said a roughly accented voice from the other side of the door. Every barrel in the room lowered as the door was opened and a large, thick necked man walked in carrying a crate under one arm.
‘Willkommen Artur. Ist, dass die Zahlung?’ – Welcome Artur. Is that the payment?
Artur placed the crate on the table with a sound of glass clinking together, shoving cards out of the way as he did. Matteus knew he would not need to check to see if it was all there. Artur would not have left without full payment. Matteus lifted the lid and glanced down at the vials contained within. With a smile he stood up and hefted the crate, it was a lot heavier than Artur had made it look, and carried it toward the door.
‘Ich bin aus Jungen. Artur , können Sie meine Karten zu nehmen.’ – I am out boys. Artur, you can take my cards.
Once he was outside he lowered the crate down onto a sidecar attached to a motorbike and hoped on. He gunned the ignition and roared out onto the road. He only had to ride for fifteen minutes before he pulled over and hefted the crate and carried it to a door. He used his foot to knock. An elderly man pulled the door open a crack and glanced out. Matteus gave him a grin and lifted the crate.
‘Guten Abend Arzt. Ich habe etwas für dich.’ – Good evening doctor. I have something for you.
‘Wunderbar, kommen Sie bitte in.’ – Wonderful. Please come in. The doctor stood aside and Matteus carried the crate in and put it on the first surface he could find and opened the crate. The doctor pulled one of the vials out and examined it with a smile.
‘Dieses Medikament wird vielen Menschen helfen. Ihr habt meinen Dank.’ – This medicine will help many people. You have my thanks.
Matteus grinned. ‘Ich habe nicht für Ihren Dank tun. Sie helfen uns weiter . Ich werde auch weiterhin helfen zu können.’ – I did not do it for your thanks. You continue helping us. I will continue helping you.
