World War II: Behind Enemy Lines - (IC)

[DormantEvil]

Iska

The uniform was the first aspect to this new arrival that Iska noticed, second was that she seemed to be surrendering or at least not attacking. With a flick of her head, she told her men to check the new woman for weapons. One held his rifle on her chest, out of reach, whilst the other started to pat her down. Breathing a cloud of smoke out, Iska could tell just by this womans stance that she was military (beyond just the uniform).

"Pleasant is one way to describe it. Are you American?"

The Russians had been alerted to the Americans dropping into the area, and had also started a push at the same time, as seemed like the smart thing to do. She was not part of that plan though. She had her own worries.

Looking to Salima, Iska clicked her tongue at her information. "Then we go to Calais. It is no more than two days walk, if we hurry and travel at night."

Raising her rifle, Iska held the cigarette in her mouth as she spoke. "What is it that you want?" Her question was directed at the American soldier, who seemed to be a long way from her men.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He opened the door and almost got bowled over by a young soldier,

"Hauptsturmführer! The woman have escaped! Obersturmführer Lufte have been killed by her!"

He wasn't sure if he had to look shocked so he just squared his shoulders, at least one of the Gestapo schwein was removed.

"Find her, research their landing area, she may have returned there to get weapons. Find Obersturmführer Lande and let him interrogate the good Captain."

He had no choice, he had to let the Gestapo informers at the captain, when the soldier rushed away to relay his orders, he briefly looked over his shoulder,

"I'm sorry about what happens next Captain Adams, at least your companion will not go through it as well, she have escaped."

With those words he closed the door, saluted the guard and walked back up the corridor to his office.

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela nodded briefly. "Yes, American. First Lieutenant Michaela Anderson, 23rd Airborne division. Or what is left of it. And compared to the Germans every company is pleasant."

She waited patiently while one of the men was searching her for weapons. Maybe it was because his commanding officer was a woman, but he did a professional job of it without any unnecessary groping. Predictably they found the pistol, the knife, and nothing else.

"What I want? Well, first a place to rest and some food would be nice. But then maybe some help to get Mike out of the German base. Captain First Class Mike Adams."

She waited a second for that to sink in, before she continued. "Yes, I know, that is a lot of risk for one guy, and normally I would agree. But the Germans were really happy to have caught him, and I am not sure how much he knows about the resistance, or how much longer he will be able to keep that knowledge for himself."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Stubbing out her cigarette, the Russian woman thought over the situation for a moment. Getting through the German line would be hard enough with just three men, but if they could get a few more well trained hands then they may slip though and survive any contact. But not if all but three of them were unarmed.

"Salima, do you have a weapon? You will need to use it before we get to Calais. And you, Michaela, do you have more than that pistol and knife? Your people would not have dropped you without weapons, or extra supplies. Surely?"

Tossing the packet of cigarettes to the American, Iska motioned her over, as her men took guard on the shed entry points again. On the other side of town, shouts could be heard as Germans began to search buildings.

"Where is he held? Number of enemy soldiers? Use of this man to risk our lives for him beyond the Germans wanting him? What is your mission in this area?"

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela shook her head, and almost growled as she replied "No, that is all I got. Those bastards took ... my rifle away when they caught us. They dropped other supplies over there" she waved a hand in the general direction of their drop zone "but I guess it is crawling with 'em by now. You are right, I will not be of much use with just a pistol. Give me a nice sniper rifle and we are talking." For a moment she eyed Iska's Mosin Nagant, unsure of the quality of the Russian weapon.

She immediately tossed the cigarettes back "I don't smoke, wreaks havoc on my lungs." Then she joined Iska at the window, and pointed towards the village to illustrate her points as she spoke.

"You see that large old brick building over there? That and the other houses around the courtyard is their base. We were separated once we were led in there, any my guess is that he is in one of the interrogation rooms on the first floor.

How many soldiers? A lot, I'd say thirty at least at any time, including officers and SS goons. Regarding Mike, he also was our medic, and I guess there is a reason he got awarded that job. For the mission you would have to ask him. All I know is that we are supposed to mess with the Germans behind the front line."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

"I have a gun, but I am not a militarian." she did have a small gun, containing six shots, but she had never used it. She thought that it would be as good as impossible to get through the germans unnoticed, but freeing somebody from them? Impossible.
"You belong to the plane that came down here?" She ponted in the direction of the mainhouse, although not visible from the shed. But the american probably noticed the damage and some parts wreckage outside.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Smiling to herself as Michaela spoke about her rifle, Iska could sympathize and instinctively tapped the stock of her own rifle. As if she was making sure it was still there. By now it was an extension of her own body. "To be parted from ones weapon in war is a death sentence. We shall have to amend that."

Watching as the American explained the building and their situation, the Russian accent showed through strongly as Iska laughed quietly. "Then we have something more than wanting to kill Germans in common, we both are here to cause trouble for them behind their lines. It is a specialty of mine you could say."

Turning to Salima, Iska counted her as a possible gun for any rescue. But it was still very bad odds.

"Thirty men, it is possible. But difficult with our current numbers. Just five of us, with the town already getting pulled apart looking for your fellow soldiers. They would probably not expect an attempt though, and a distraction could give us an edge. But then again, I've always preferred to just do it the hard way."

Opening her bag, she pulled out some small bundles, each contained a home cooked explosive mix. She also carried her ammunition, and although she didn't trust the American...this was what she was here for right? To cause problems for the Germans. What better way than destroying their building, killing their men and freeing possible information holders.

"We will need to create some cover, since you are good with a rifle I'll let you borrow mine. But...if you do not give this one back, I will be taking its worth from your body in blood."

Passing across her scoped rifle, she also handed over four of its five round clips. It already had one in it. Opening her jacket, she removed her submachine gun before nodding to herself.

"Do you have a plan, or shall I come up with one? We have four guns, plus one possible shooter, enough explosives to breach the wall and several grenades. Plus whatever your dead comrade outside has on him."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

This was goin in a direction she did not like at all. They were soldiers, she not. Her gun was just for self defence, and she might just lucky enoughhit someone in short range, if at all. The gun was more thought as a threat against thugs.
She pulled the little gun out to show it.
"You see I am not a soldier. What do you expect from me? I cannot handle a rifle or such thing. I worked as messenger and translater before."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Turning to Salima, she smiled.

"You can light a fuse, you can drive a car, you can do much to help. Even if it does not include directly shooting someone. Leave that up to us, you will remain outside and get word to Calais if we fail. They will want to know that I will not arrive, that the Americans landing did not go to plan, and that this town is no longer safe."

Patting the woman on the shoulder, Iska kept her chuckle at the small handgun to herself. Now was not the time to insult people.

"Whatever the plan, I suggest we make use of our first attack and put everything we have into it. My car is not far from here, it may be useful but would be too easy to spot as an escape vehicle. A vessel to deliver explosives to the front of the building though..."

"Ivan is a good shot, he can cover our entry and keep us updated once inside. We have radios. Vasilli is good at covering fire and demolitions also. You are trained in hand to hand combat, and know who we are looking for. Close quarters isn't good for your skills, but you will need to be inside as well."

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela took the gun and the clips handed to her. She closely inspected the weapon, it seemed to be a rather stock carabine with a scope mounted on it, and probably one chosen for its precision.

"I never fired a Mosin Nagant before. I am assuming the scope is adjusted to be accurate at 100 yards, but what is the bullet drop beyond that? 5 inches at 200 yards" those were the numbers for the Garand "or more?"

She stayed at the window and kept looking out at the village as Iska continued her preparations. She had to smile as she got to see the small arsenal they had with them, they were indeed well prepared, and they might actually succeed.

She was about to chime in when she noticed something outside. Just a tiny glint, nothing most people would have noticed, but her vision was her outstanding quality, besides her marksmanship skills. So without turning to look at the inhabitants of the room Michaela calmly spoke "I think we need to adjust our plans a little."

"You see the church tower over there?" The church was maybe 100 yards from the German base, in the center of town. "They have a sniper up there. Or at least someone with binoculars. That guy will have to be taken out first, or he will make hell of this for us. Makes sense, I would have chosen the same spot."

Indeed it was the ideal vantage point, and it would give a free field of fire on most of the base, including the courtyard. If you could be precise at 100 yards. "I will go there, take him out, and then cover your attack. I will be a lot more useful over there than inside the base. Never been particularly good at close quarter combat, and the three of you are well-rehearsed, I am not.

You do not need me in there, Mike has quite the distinctive features, and I can give you a good description."

She turned and looked at Salima. That woman indeed did not look like she was good at a direct assault. But that did not mean she would be useless. "And regarding her, I might have an idea. There is a fuel depot at the other end of town. If someone could place a bag with explosives next to it, that would be quite the distraction."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

"She is sighted in for 200 yards. So aim about an inch and a half low at 100 yards and you'll be fine. For the most shes accurate across those distances up until about 300 yards, beyond that and its your guess. I have yet to make a shot outside of that personally, I'm not usually outside of urban combat."

Iska instinctively moved away from the open window at the mention of a spotter or sniper in the crows nest position. She didn't like snipers, they always caused her trouble. Foot soldiers were much easier to see, and to combat. Having the American woman with them was proving to be helpful, but it was still a gamble.

She sat on one of the crates, before showing Salima how to insert a fuse into the explosives, and indicating that per foot of fuse would give her about ten seconds of burning time. So she should probably use about three foot to clear the area in time. If she ran fast enough. For now, she did not smoke, considering the fragile nature of the explosives when exposed to flames. Throwing a block into a fire would work just as well.

"I'll keep a small amount to get into the building, allowing you enough time to create this distraction and reduce the number of men from thirty to whatever you can manage. Then I blow the door, and get to business."

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela turned to Salima "One more thing. Once I am up there I will try to cover you as good as possible. So do not touch your ears. Because once you do I will gun down anyone you are talking to or who is near you and can see you. Use this as a last resort emergency signal."

Then she bent down to pick up one of the three radios. She hesitated for a second, though, and looked up to Iska, asking "May I?".

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Nodding her head and waving her hand slowly, Iska gave Michaela the okay. For now having eyes telling them what was going on was of high importance. It seemed as though Ivan, Vasilli and Iska would go inside the building. Salima would be their distraction. Michaela would be there to make sure no strays got close to the building.

"Ivan, check the front, but stay out of line of sight of that tower."

The man nodded and left the shed, quickly scouting the area before returning. No Germans had got within several streets of them yet. But they were getting closer. Several other Americans seemed to have entered the village. And the occasional gunshot wasn't the best sign.

"If you see allies, gather them up as best you can. We'll all meet on the south side of town by the creek, go there as soon as you can once we leave the building with the Captain. Do not wait if we do not answer the radios, it will mean we have failed."

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela just nodded back, and picked up one of the radios. The next minute she gave everyone a very detailed description of Mike, and of what she had memorized of the base's interior layout.
Finally she slung the rifle over her shoulder an headed for the door.

"I should be in position in 20 minutes, and will mute the radio until then. Give me enough of a headstart." Someone trying to contact her just as she was about to sneak up on the sniper was the last thing she would need.

Once she was outside she leaned back one last time to look into the room, saying "And ... Good Luck!" With these words she was gone.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Before Michaela left, Iska gave her wishes of good luck in return and the simple words, "We'll let you contact us first." Then the woman was gone. Again they were left alone in the shed, just the four of them. Salima would need to leave soon, her job required moving across the town some ways. But at least it wasn't in the direct line of the Germans searching the houses, or the building they were about to attack.

"Do you have any questions?" Her question was asked with a calm and reassuring tone, although that probably wouldn't put the woman at ease considering her role.

"Just remember, place the explosives as near the fuel containers as possible, stick the fuse in and run it fuse out however far you need it. Do this as quick as you can once Michaela makes contact. Give yourself enough time to clear the area, but not so much that it leaves time for someone to stumble across it. Shoot anyone that tries to disable it...if necessary. Once it blows up, make your way to the creek. We will hopefully meet you there. If nobody does, go to Calais without delay. It's due south, between us and the mountains. Follow the creek as far as you can, but beware of Germans watching for escapees."

((I'll let the others post before we attack. Belinda can set herself in place in the meantime, as can Cherubian. DeathsKnight, do you mind setting the chess board. How many outside the building, how many inside on the first level, how many on the second. Thanks.))

 

[Avellan13]

Mike watched as Raphael left. However, within a few minutes anothr German came in. The man looked angry as he approached Mike. Speaking English, with an obvious German accent the man growled, "Alright American, now that my superior is gone, your fate is in my hands. I want answers and I want them now. So what are you doing in France?"

Mike knew this man would want secrets that Mike couldn`t give away. So he had to delay as long as possible until help arrived. Keeping a straight face, Mike looked up at the German and said, "I want my lawyer!"

The German raied his eyebrows and went wide eyed. Then he glared at him, "What are you talking about? Give me some answers!"

Mike grinned, "I plead the fifth."

This pissed the German off so much that he slapped Mike across the face. "This is not America you bastard. There is no fifth. Now give me answers."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He stood in front of the map of the town that was mounted on his wall, with a critical eye he looked at it and noticed that their position wasn't very secure. With just 40 soldiers, ten of them rotating full time to manning the AA gun, he had 30 soldiers under his command, of course this seemed like a small command for a SS Hauptsturmführer, couple that with the Gestapo in his SS unit and you could see where his hate for the Nazi party came from. The main building was situated close to the church from where the church tower could serve as a good sentry post, two town blocks removed from them was the fuel depot, which placed fuel close to the HQ. Outside the main building was two outside buildings, one served as barracks, big enough to house 35 soldiers and another that was secured as an armory. The building was not secure and he had to rely on his guards for safety and now with fifteen soldiers gone they were more vulnerable than ever before.

 

[Cherubian]

Like a ghost Michaela slowly climbed the stairs of the church tower. Now she would have preferred a pistol with a silencer, but barring that her knife would have to do.

The trip across the town had not been very eventful. The German soldiers made enough noise that it was easy enough to avoid them, and the cover of night was an additional bonus. The church door had been locked, but fortunately one of the windows had been shattered by gunfire previously, which allowed for a quiet entry.

Silence was key now, as the sniper on top of the tower made no sounds himself. She had gotten out of her heavy military boots at the bottom of the stairs, and her socked feet made no noise on the centuries old wooden planks. Thankfully none of them creaked. This way she climbed step by step, her senses strained to the max, until she finally reached the top. She could make out the German's back - fortunately he was alone - as he surveyed the town below him, undoubtedly looking for traces of that escaped American soldier. Now was the most cirtical moment.

Michaela was not the best at knife fighting, but this was not intended to be a real fight. Yard by yard she got closer to him, until she finally was within arms reach. It was exatcly like the countless times she had trained this maneuver before. He never knew what hit him as she quickly reached out with one hand to clamp over his mouth and pull him towards her, while the knife in her other hand drove upwards into his torso below the ribcage, ran through his heart and perforated his lung, making it impossible for him to give out a scream in the last few seconds of his life. She eased his collapsing form to the floor carefully, still intent on avoiding any sound.

Once that was dealt with and she was the new mistress of the tower she took a few moments to take in her surroundings, and discovered a little treasure. There within arm's reach of the German lay a Mauser 98 sniper rifle. Not the shorter 98k that was common in this war, but its long barrelled predecessor. While its size made it less ideal for regular combat, it did wonders for its accuracy, something the German rifles were famed for anyways. And this one had an extra long custom made precision barrel to boot by the looks of it.

Nevertheless she stuck with the Russian weapon she had brought with herself for now as she got into position. She knew how exactly that one was sighted. As she had assumed her vantage point was great, her high altitude giving her a perfect field of vision on the German base as her eyes got accustomed to the night. And there, just leaving the shed she could make out Salima.

She reached for the radio at her side and turned it on, quickly speaking "The dick is in the cunt". Sometimes having a little fun with code phrases can do wonders for morale.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike had continued to deny the German any information that he seeked and the German had responded every time by hitting him. By now, Mike was in pretty rough shape. His mouth and nose were bleeding, the left eye was reddish blue, and both sides of his face were red raw.

"You will give the answers I seek American. If you don`t give them to me, then you will eventually end up at the doctor`s barely alive." growled the German.

"Will I get a lollypop?" Mike asked in fake anger.

The German cursed and hit Mike across the face again, causing his right ear to start to bleed.

Mike took a few breaths, trying to regain some strength, and spit some blood onto the ground. "Is that.. the best... that.. you`ve got? No wonder... we.. we.. kicked your.. asses in World War I"" Mike said chuckling.

The German lifted his leg and kick Mike in the chest, knocking him down. Mike hit the floor hard and then felt a pressure on his neck. Looking up, he saw the German had his boot at Mike`s neck. The look that the German gave Mike was that of pure hatred and rage.

"I`m going to enjoy killing you." said the German in a low growl. Suddenly, Mike thought he heard the sound of weapons nearby.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

As Salima parted ways, bundle of goods in hand, Iska and her men moved into position. The radio call from their new sniper friend gave them the all clear on the tower, so they could dash across the open with relative ease. Soon they sat nearby the building they wanted to breach, backs pressed against a short brick wall, and Iska looked at the small backyard they had 'borrowed'. A quick jump and sprint would have them at the door to the building, they would plant the charge and light the ten second fuse before moving around the corner enough to get cover. If the door was open they might try a silent entry, saving the explosives and grenades until they met resistance. But if the door was locked, then they would open it the fun way.

"Remember to wait for the distraction, then we go in. Suspect resistance all the way, and kill them without prejudice."

Ivan peeked over the wall to check the street, there was movement in one of the smaller buildings. And he pointed it out, a soldier seemed to be in there. A barracks maybe?

Pushing one of the explosive packs into Vasilli's hands, she drew in the dirt her plan. They would take out those two smaller buildings with just enough to collapse the buildings. Vasilli carefully cut the block in half, before cutting another small piece off for the door and passed it back. Pulling six foot of fuse from the roll, he cut it in half. Ivan would blow one of the buildings whilst Vasilli did the other. Iska would provide covering fire for both men. Then they would meet and enter the big building with a short fuse and hopefully all three would go up around the same time.

So far they couldn't see any outside guards, were the Germans keeping a low footprint?

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela observed closely as her three new Russian friends moved into position and were busy with preparations. So now everyone was waiting for Salima.

She herself took the opportunity to scan the base for any guards, and truly, there was one on the roof of the main building, although he was hard to spot from ground level. That would be her first target, and she quickly reached down to the corpse next to her and put on his cap, just in case that guard would look her way with some good binoculars.

She also could see the occasional German soldier patrol across one of the weakly illuminated window frames. Seems they kept her guards mostly inside the building, which would not make it easier for her. But then she loved a challenge.

She quickly reached for the radio and gave a short survey of what she had discovered so far.

 

[Avellan13]

Narrator: American Soldiers (William Lipton, Thomas Nixon, and John Edwards)

Three figure moved through the woods, alert for anything. They had recently found each other, a little while after the drop, but none of them knew each other, having all been from different planes. Right now, unknown to them, they were headed towards the German camp.

Thomas Nixon, a Corporal, was the first to speak. "We`re lost."

William Lipton, a 2nd Lieutenant, responded. "We`re not lost Corporeal, we`re in France." he said with a smile.

John Edwards, a First Sergent, sighed. "Yeah, well all I know is that we`re not in our designated area."

"There has to be more of us around here. We need to find as many of our fellow troops as we can before we do anythng else." Replied William.

 

[iStealth]

Aleksandra Shanina

Aleksandra could feel the screaming pain in her leg. She attempted to get up only to fall back down. She let out a barely audible scream for help. She could feel the blood running down her left calf. She attempted to get up again, this time being successful. She bent down to pick up her Sniper Rifle.

Aleksandra noticed a small rip in her shirt. The lower portion was ripped from the side a piece of her shirt was hanging off of it. She ripped that off revealing some lower cleavage. She did not mind this because the shirt was uncomfortably tight anyway.

She noticed that she was alone. She had witnessed the deaths of the other members of her unit through her scope. They had perished when a small group of Nazis managed to surprise them. Her unit had managed to kill two of the Nazis. She killed the other two by sniping one giving orders and when another attempted to surprise her. She was in the woods. She took a small breath and limped away to find another unit to group up with.

 

[Avellan13]

Narrator: William Lipton, Thomas Nixon, and John Edward

The three Americans continue through the woods, the place strangely quiet.

"This place gives me the creeps. The air drops happened only an hour or so ago, and now... silence. It doesn`t seem right." said Thomas

John sighed, "I agree, but stay alert. We can`t..." but he was cut off as Willam raised a clunched fist. Everyone stopped and crouched down.

William looked around at the trees. He thought he had heard someone walking towards them. He motioned at the other two, telling them to be prepared for anything. William could definitay hearthe sound of someone headed towards them. Hoping that it wasn`t a German patrol William spoke saying, "Flash." Then he waited and hoped for the counter reply.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima walked towards the tower, her heart bouncing. She had never been engaged in an act like this, and she never even dreamed about it. But they left her no choice. She didn't even mention that the car she came in her with was driven by someone else. She hadn't driven a car before, although she watched enoug time to know the basics. She looked around, feeling suspicious. Her exotic features and her clothes made her stick out in a proper city already, but her she was a real alien. She had listened good as the russian had explained the explosives, for her own sake. Finally her target was close.