World War II: Behind Enemy Lines - (IC)

[Cherubian]

Ahh, she almost had it now. One more twist, and the cuffs would open. But that would be no good on its own, she still had to take out that guy. Closer, she needed him to get closer to her...

Her eyes still firmly fixated on him she replied th his whore comment "Contrary to the Germans who have trained their women as obedient whores and child bearing machines American women do not spread their legs for everyone."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Oberscharführer Lufte

Her comment bristled him,

"Our women have more integrity than you and your people, just the right words and you would open your legs for anybody,"

he grinned,

"Maybe an object lesson is what is needed."

He got to his feet and moved closer, his hands reaching for the buttons on her uniform.

 

[Cherubian]

Ahh, that was better, he was getting close. Now.. darn, that did not work, one more go at the handcuffs. It took Michaela all her willpower to maintain a calm demeanor, hide her disappointment and not give away what her hands were currently doing behind her back. Yes, that was better, she could almost feel how her improvised lockpick took hold inside the key and it started to open. Careful now, slowly, not another fumble.

To keep his attention on her face and on her tits she kept up the conversation. "Ahh, so that is what the Germans call 'the right words'. Tying someone up and forcing the issue ..."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Oberscharführer Lufte

Being a soldier it didn't take much for him to undo the top buttons of her uniform to allow her breasts to come into view, of course restricted by her vest, the view was better than what he saw through the uniform. He grabbed her by the front of her vest and slapped her, keeping her upright by his grip on her clothing, a sick grin on his face,

"Maybe I should do what the Gestapo taught me, have the men take turns at you until you decide to tell me what you know, but then again, whores like you never get enough."

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela's head tilted to the side as a result of his slap. There was a clear malicious, sadistic glint in his eyes now, and her cheek stung, but nevertheless he was getting closer to where she wanted to have him. As he steadied her, she could feel the lock of the handcuffs opening. She could get out of them at will now.

Michaela had registered that he was still wearing his pistol and his Fahrtenmesser, probably a fond reminder of his time in the Hitler Youth, at his belt. That would work, but before she made her move it would probably be better to try and make him drop his guard even more.

So she slowly turned her head back to him, looking straight at him again, and replied "I seriously doubt you or any of your Gestapo thugs have anything to give that a woman would want."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Oberscharführer Lufte

He chuckled,

"And who said it was about what you would want whore? You are to be used and nothing more, the pleasure is reserved for those who use you."

He leaned in and licked over her cheek where he had slapped her, smacking his lips loudly,

"Ah the taste of Germany on Russian flesh, so...good."

He laughed and opened more buttons, standing even closer as her as his excitement grew, his hand slipped over her vest, his full attention on her breast as he squeezed it.

 

[Cherubian]

It was now or never, with his attention fully focussed on her breasts. She leaned her head back as far as she could, her face a grimmace of disgust as she seemed to try and get away from his slobbering tongue on her cheek as far as possible. In reality, though, she was just preparing her strike. As she was as far away as possible, and he hesitated to follow up, more interested in what his own hands were doing, her head shot forward again, and with the full built up momentum her forehead crushed into his face, breaking his nose with an audible snap in the process.

He instinctively stumbled back, his hands clutching his face, momentarily overwhelmed by the unexpected pain. Michaela lost no time, her reprieve would not last long. Her arms came free of the restraint and she got to her feet, grabbing the chair as she stepped back and commenting "I hope this is pleasureable for you then" swung it around in a wide arc. He was just about to recover, lowering his hands from his face and opening his eyes again, only to watch close up as the crude piece of furniture crashed into his head with full force.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Oberscharführer Lufte

"Verdammt, Russische Scheißhure" (Dammit, fucking Russian whore)

He knew his nose was broken and that infuriated him, he took his bloodied hands away and looked up just to see wood and then he didn't see anything further

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

"Of course, that man has to be stopped. He is responsible for the deaths of millions and starting a World War. I mean look at what he`s facing. He at war with England, Russia, And us. Not to mention severl other countries like France, Canada, Greece, and... oh the list goes on. You Germans can`t win, and Hitler won`t see sense."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska
I haven't even reached the city yet...

The trip through many smaller countries to reach France whilst skirting around Germany had taken weeks. She had been dropped in close by an air drop, but had to resort to driving most of the distance. Earlier that morning they had passed through a German checkpoint several miles away. Now, with sirens going off it was obvious that the checkpoint had been busier than usual. For good reason.

Her car was parked out on the street, the town now quivering at its foundations from the fear that the civilian populace seemed to give off. They had booked themselves into a small bed and breakfast, the first place the Germans would look for travelers now that the Americans were dropping in. Then the houses would be stripped, along with every other building in the town.

Leaving the car, Iska and her men headed down the stairs and out of the establishment. They were geared up to fit in, yet be self sustaining units in the field. Iska checked they were clear before heading off towards the outskirts of town. By now the Germans would have closed off the roads, had spotters watching open fields and possibly already infiltrated the town. It wasn't safe there.

Moving in through a shed, she closed the door quietly. Before one of the men held up their hand, issuing them to all stop and stay silent. Vasilli was known for having keen senses, and picked up the feminine scent of someone nearby.

Moving up beside him, Iska brought her rifle out from under her coat. "Who is there?" she asked quietly, her French not the greatest, but her Russian accent was hidden for the most part.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

"England, the parasites of the world, they can't do anything on their own, they need to drain from others. Just like the Jews that is running your country,"

Raphael grinned,

"But then again Reichsführer Himmler are killing off thousands of Jews, no wonder you are also at war with us. And of course you are just shown how poorly we treat the Jews, but have you thought just why we do not like them? They funnel the money that should go into building up our country to their own communities, sure I agree, killing off innocent people is wrong while the ones who are guilty already fled the country, but I am just a Hauptsturmführer, I have no say in these matters. And then an attack on Russia AFTER signing a peace treaty,"

he slammed his fist on his knee.

"Cowardly, breaking your word and sending your troops into the teeth of Russia's winter. Utter stupidity, why our Führer listens to that...idioten he surrounded himself with only he will know. Even you will know the folly of that move, that...that...ausländer have whipped up the masses and now we are, like you Americans say, screwed. But in this lies our pride Captain, we will fight to the end, we will obey our orders until our superiors change them. Sure you might see us as mindless sheep, just plodding along, but then why do your fear our science if we are just mindless sheep?"

He shrugged,

"Of course you are here to kill the Führer, I'm sure that every one of you would want to get your hands on him...so captain, what else may you tell me?"

 

[Avellan13]

Mike listened to Raphael and hd learned a little. He wasn`t happy with Hitler and what he was doing. "I have nothing else to say, but I wish to see my friend."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima croutched behind a crate.
"Who is there?" asked a female voice in french. She was not french, for sure, but she din't really sound like the germans she had heard for the last three years. Certainly not american, she knew that as well.
What should she do? Get up? Better not, she might get shot or arrested, even if she was a civilian. Who knew what nationalities mixed up in the german troops?

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

"Maybe after her interrogation finish you may have some time to see her. Well if you are certain that there is nothing else you want to tell me and since I'm the kind hearted one I'm sure that my superiors wants one of their Gestapo goons posing as SS soldiers to also have a more hard handed talk with you. At least you can say I didn't ask nicely,"

He got up and settled his cap.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

There was no reply, and with a quick motion the Sergeant issued a search command. The men moved out to the sides, checking the shed for the inhabitant. Why this was important? It probably wasn't. But she didn't want to be followed, or have her back to the enemy when they moved out the other side of the shed. This way she would know who else shared the dimly lit building with them. German soldier, an ambush maybe. French civilian, most likely. Either way, they needed to know, and quickly.

"I will not hurt you. I am merely passing through."

Her lie was not hard to believe considering her rifle looked like a standard hunting rifle, mass produced by the Russians and distributed throughout Europe for years now. She was not dressed as a soldier, neither were her men. The only indication of a lie was in them knowing how to communicate so efficiently and silently. And how they moved. And that they all looked rather Russian. Unfortunately.

"Come out."

One of her men heard something nearby, and paused, motioning towards a corner with crates and bales of straw.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima knew that she was up, as she heard the orders and somebody coming close. They would find here.

"Don't shoot! I am a civilian!" her french was perfect, although she never managed to get rid of that arabic accent.
She put her hands up and walked out. Living in an occupied country for three years now had given her some routine.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Watching as the woman stepped out from hiding, Iska couldn't help but admire the cut of her fur jacket. Many Russian women would have married a man for an offering such as that. But instead of giving off her admiration she continued to look the woman up and down.

"Civilian. As am I. Why do you hide? Do you fear the Germans finding you here?"

Usually for people who had the correct papers, and nothing the hide, they would simply lock themselves in their houses during such events. Not run. Like Iska and her men, and this woman seemed to do. Lowering her weapon, one of the men moved behind Salima and stood at the other end of the shed. For now he saw no Germans in the town, close by at least.

"France has changed since my last visit, the peoples resilience during the winter is admirable. Jeanne would be proud."

It was a standard resistance phrase, three words incorporated. Resilience. Winter. Jeanne. Resilience was a way of saying resistance, winter was in reference to the German occupation, and Jeanne was citing the female heroine of France who had faith.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima hesitated. These were no german soldiers, but they did not look french either. But she had learned the phrases. Coincidence? She answered:
"I came back from visiting my brother. My papers are legal. Am I free to go?"
She thought of the letter on her tigh, stuck into her stocking. She would not release it, until she was really sure of their identy. They might get her fraternite/liberte/egalitee.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Slinging her rifle over her shoulder, Iska tilted her head to the side slightly before smiling. "Your brother is well I hope?"

It was a way of asking if the Resistance was well, considering brother was another code for the organization. Plus it gave another opportunity to see if it was just coincidence. Her reply was standard, and she removed a packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket slowly whilst waiting for a reply. Slipping one from the packet into her mouth, she watched for her reaction. Tapping one out of the carton half way, Iska held the packet out towards Salima.

Right now she looked for the signal word from this woman. Garbure. A common soup that helped keep colds and illness away during the winter months. But very few made it outside of the South West of France. Plus there were many other options for soup in these parts. So it wasn't a very common reply, unless it was for use in this case, a code.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

"Sadly he is very ill. He had eaten some bad garbure and has a serious food poisoning." Salima took the cigarette. Smoking was already common for women by now, and she thought it would be a good gesture. After all, the people around here were armed and she was at their ease.

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela watched satisfied as the chair hit Lufte's head. The Obersturmführer was driven back a few meters before crumbling to the ground unconscious, bleeding from a laceration on his forehead where he had been hit.

She lost no time, then, and quickly dropped the chair. Looking at the knocked out man in front of her, an idea occured to her. She quickly got to her knees and peeled him out of his uniform, to put it on herself immediatly. It was a very loose fit, but that allowed her to wear it over her own garments. She would foool noone close up, but it was night and that little ruse might actually give her the edge she needed. Lastly she wrapped his belt with the Mauser pistol and the Knife around her waist and put on his cap.

She was about to get up and leave, when she looked at the knocked out SS man below her. No, she would not make that mistake. She quickly got out the knife and without hesitation drove it into his heart. That pig would no longer molest any women, and more importantly, he would not regain consciousness in the next few minutes and raise the alarm. Cleaning the knife and sheathing it again she headed for the door.

The remainder of her escape from the base was surprisingly easy. With the American airdrops still on everyone's mind the whole building was a bee hive of activity, and as she carefully maneuvered noone seemed to take special notice of her. She was very tempted to go looking for Sam and maybe Mike, but she would not push her luck. Being alive and free was enough for now. So far no alarm had gone off, so it seemed her interrogator had not yet been found.

She finally made it out of the base, allowing herself to breathe a small sigh of relief, and wasted no time leaving the town. She needed a place to hide and rest, and it better be a remote one. At the first opportunity she got rid of that German uniform, it would be a shame to have made it out of the lion's den only to be shot by some US soldier or resistance fighter. She kept the pistol and the knife, though.

As she finally left the confines of the village, she noticed a lone shed a little off in the fields. Maybe she could recover some strength over there, but better safe than sorry, so she carefully started to sneak up to it. And as she got close, she could hear voices from the inside. Damn, so much for a hiding place. Nevertheless she stayed and started to listen in on the conversation.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

"That is unfortunate. But thank you for showing me that you can be trusted. My name is Nadishka, but everyone calls me Iska."

Her men quickly checked the outside for enemy presence, but still could see no one. Germans had a way of making themselves known when searching a town, so they spoke quietly but without excess worry. With a nod from the two men, Iska continued.

"I am meeting to discuss training, sent from Russia with love. What is the word on the resistance in the city? Are they still operational?"

Such talk could get them all shot if overheard, but as she lit her cigarette and offered the light for Salima, Iska didn't like skipping around the point of a conversation. Code was annoying enough, a conversation full of it messed with her accent tragically.

Dropping her bad French accent, Iska breathed in deeply before resting on a crate. She needed to know if the Resistance would still meet her in the designated place.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

"I am Salima Mimoun." she said. They could easily check her papers, so it was better not to lie about that. But she would keep the letter for first.
"I came from Abbeville. There is nothing left. I was going to Calais, but I do not know how it's going there. I was stopped when the germans confiscated the car, and ended up here, when the plane crashed into the main house."

 

[Cherubian]

Resistance! Michaela could not believe her luck. The only problem remaining would be that only the captain knew all the codes and key phrases. She was not sure she could convince them that she was on her side. But she had to try, this was most likely the best chance she had.

So she did not hesitate and snuck around to the entrance of the shed. She got up and calmly walked in, her hands slightly spread and clearly visible at her side. Two of the Russian partisan's immediately turned towards her with a surprised expression on their faces, pointing their guns at her, but thankfully they did not shoot.

So she was able to greet in her not-so-perfect French. "Good morning ladies, and sorry for me to barge in, but I was looking for some pleasant company."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima said nothing and took the cigarette out of her mouth, looking at the woman in uniform. She recogniced the american accent, and she thought of the dead parachuter she had found outside, while walking up to the farm.