World War II: Behind Enemy Lines - (IC)

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimon

After the steps went by, Salima could not longer stand the tension and peeked around the corner, seeing the men close to the german building. These were americans, for sure. Even without the uniform she could tell by the way they moved, and their haircuts. Still, she didn't make a sound, not knowing how they would react to anyone in there behind.

 

[iStealth]

Aleksandra Shanina

Aleksandra saw her allies rush down the hill to the German camp. She took cover behind a fallen log and looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. She saw a tall German manning a turret. She quickly estimated the distance she was from the target and the wind speed in her head. Aleksandra shot at the German's head. A smile went onto her face after the kill. After the kill she saw the German's rush straight for cover. Her confidence in her abilities went up after the kill.

"Richard, I think I can handle myself here. I think that you should help William, Thomas, and John rush the German camp."

 

[Avellan13]

Richard Anderson

Richard looked at the Soviet woman and nodded. He got up and headed towards the door where his friends had vanished through.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima still peaked carefully around the corner of the house that gave her shelter. They americans had dissapeared in the german building, after they got company by woman that was still outside. She did not look american, but she could not make out exactly what she was. Maybe she was resistance as well, but it would be careless and stupid to alarm her, so the morroccon woman kept quiet.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams, Thomas Nixon, William Lipton, and John Edwards,

Mike was a mess. Not only had he been beaten up, but he also had been shot. He slowly got up to his feet and tensed as he heard footsteps outside of the door.

When the door opened, he was relieved to see a familiar face. "Lipton?"

Lipton looked at him with concern and shock, "Mike. Good god. I thought you had died when I saw you plane explode. Damn your a mess."

John walked forward and helped Mike up while Nixon guarded the door.

 

[iStealth]

Aleksandra Shanina

Aleksandra strapped her rifle to her back. She had already killed three more Germans. She considered for a second going down the hill to see whether Nixon had made it to William or not. Instead she moved to another spot. This time she moved into a large, green bush in hopes of providing some support fire for William and his squad when he exited the building.

 

[kimerspon]

i love this show

 

[DeathsKnight]

They were pinned down by sniper fire, they could not retreat, the only thing to try was to lay down covering fire. Two privates gauged the direction of the fire and fired blindly from their cover, when there was no returning fire, they fired again and the other two slithered to new positions. As the first two reloaded the other started firing as well, giving them a chance to move, it was slow and they would run out of ammo before they could reach the building. Deciding to charge the door they did just that, ducking and weaving to present difficult targets.

 

[Avellan13]

i love this show

OOC: I`m sorry but.. who are you? I didn`t invite you on this thread. You haven`t posted a character in the OOC and haven`t asked me for permission. So you`ll have to stop.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Several Germans were heading down the stairs to reinforce the bottom level of the building, and through reflex action Iska opened fire to catch most of them in the legs. As they fell she caught them in the stomach and chest, before they slumped to the ground. One however managed to open fire back, hitting her in the shoulder before her own bullets ripped up his face.

Ivan stopped and pushed down on her shoulder. But after seeing her resolve to get moving and the fact that the bullet had gone straight through, planting itself in the concrete wall like several others just beside Iska, he let her go. They continued moving, Iska grunting occasionally as she checked the corners.

And soon they burst through ready to throw another grenade into the hallway just outside of the interrogation room. But a quick check showed a dead German soldier already on the ground, and several Americans talking.

"Americans, Mike Adams, you need to come with us. Michaela sends her regards. Move now before reinforcements arrive. We are leaving this town..."

Without giving them more time, Iska moved back down the stairs. Stopping as a couple of Germans appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"Ivan, take care of them. We'll try this way." Iska moved off down a hallway, checking each door to see if it was open or closed. Checking each one, until she came to a room that gave her an odd feeling. There was an overturned desk, and her eyes immediately caught the glint of a barrel. Her heart stopping for the briefest of moments.

But with a quick glance from side to side, and a guess of how many men might hide behind such a desk she cleared her throat and spoke strongly. Bluffing her confidence, even though she would take more lead if he opened fire. Maybe not fatal, but she would prefer not finding out.

"We have taken this building. You are surrounded. Any resistance will be met with fierce opposition by my men. Surrender and you may live, open fire and you will die. That is a certainty. Your prisoners are already free, there is no use in dying today. Unless you wish to do so."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

So his fear was turned into reality, he almost chuckled. Instead he rose from his position and spoke from another location as what the female obviously expected.

"I do not wish to die for no reason, unlike the Gestapo pigs and some of my men you no doubt have killed by now."

He slowly raised his hands and stepped into plain view,

"And I do not wish to die for an auslander, I must say very well played this attack of yours."

He didn't need to keep the admiration out of his voice, he was impressed. The timing was perfect and all of that just to save one person, he just hoped that the Captain haven't been roughed up too much, that might reflect badly back on him.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

If only this man knew how quickly put together, how little planning and how truly lucky the assault had been. If he knew that, he might not seem so inspired and seem to show admiration towards the situation. But Iska wouldn't admit the failings of the plan, even though her shoulder was one indication of the not so well thought through move.

Many parts had come together without her being aware, although allies in the area coming to the aid of comrades had been one aspect she had hoped for. But hadn't planned the need for it.

If anything, she was relieved that so far her team was alive.

"Drop your weapons, and get on your knees." Iska motioned to the ground with the barrel of her submachine gun.

"Usually I wouldn't take prisoners, but your rank...and lack of admiration for your leader makes me curious. Do this, and you survive a while longer."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He nodded and slowly removed his knife and pistol along with the two grenades he had on him, then he got down on his knees. Strange, usually they would fill a SS officer with lead, no matter how interesting he seemed, but he wasn't going to argue or question anything.

"Leader yes, appointed over me not chosen,"

He placed his hands behind his head and looked over at the group of soldiers, well more like resistance. How the roles were reversed right now.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Vasilli moved up and collected the gear, adding it to his collection whilst Iska kept her weapon trained on Gurber. Once everything was secured, the Russian man moved behind the kneeling German and used a tie from his belt to secure the odd Germans hands behind his back. If he had of fought, Iska could have killed him much faster than he could have reached for a weapon. But she was glad she did not have to, she had spent too much of her ammunition so far. And was more inclined to get the hell out of town, than confirm a few more kills.

"Gag him as well, blindfold too. Last thing I want is him calling for help whilst we are moving. We'll deal with him later. For now, let's get moving."

With a nod, Vasilli stuffed fabric into Gurbers mouth and tied it behind his head, following closely behind with something to cover his eyes. A shove in the back, and a pull on his shoulder indicated they were moving out. The group quickly made their way down the hallway.

Ivan joined them again, one less grenade, and a magazine less ammunition.

((Sorry if I god modded your character a bit.))

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He followed the hand on his shoulder, stumbling over things, he just hoped the gag would not stay in his mouth too long. He had heard of some prisoners who was gagged who drowned in their own spit after the gag had absorbed enough and started to release the fluids. He understood why they did it, but he knew that it wasn't really necessary, he shrugged and just blindly followed the lead.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike, William, Nixon, John, and Richard

Mike looked up and saw a Russian woman shouting order to them. Nixon glared at her as she ran off, "Like she has any command over us. The captain isn`t well." He kept his weapon trained on the open passage way while William and John helped Mike up.

Mike winced in pain and nodded to William, "We`ll catch up later. We need to get out of here. The sniper that shot me is probably waiting for another target to present itself."

William gave a quick nod and helped Mike out of the room while Nixon and John walked ahead. Along the way, they met up with Richard who followed them. Soon they managed to get outside and Mike was now leaning up against the wall of the building.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

It didn't take very long to escape the building, and as they moved out into the light they were quick to run back across the small street to their initial hiding spot behind the small wall. Once there, and with certain problems getting the blindfolded and gagged German over it, which ended up being more a clumsy and unceremonious push and shove than anything else, they sat tight to assess the situation.

Iska bandaged her shoulder the best they could, more just to keep pressure on it than stop the bleeding completely. Hopefully Michaela would see her fellow Americans running away...since they obviously didn't want to follow the Russians, and would update them on the meet up point. Or they could do as they wished.

For now the Russians planned to head to Calais.

Salima would hopefully meet them as well.

Getting up again, after reloading, Iska moved off towards the outskirts of town. Waving to Michaela as she went, indicating for her to move out as well. Ivan took the lead, and Vasilli kept a firm hand on the German.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima had watched Iska escaping from the building, and she followed her. They had a german prisoner, a young officer; she had seen enough of them in the last year to know their uniforms. Salima had been grown up meeting high rank militars; her parents were visited by them when she was still a child. Of course their had been germans among them; she met more in America. She found that the elder german officials and military men were not different from those of other countries. Hey have been polite to her, most of them had good manners and some education, a few were even charming and humorous. But the new young officers of the Reich were different. They were simply arrogant, uneducated, had no manners at all, and simply brutal for no reasons. She wonderd if they picked their men for the SS from the gutters before low-pubs. She watched their prisoner not with hate, but simply with despise, while she approached the group very slowly and careful. She didn't want to get shot accidently.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

When Richard returned with a bag of medical supplies, Mike pulled out several items that he needed; morphine, scissors, bandages, cleaning alcohol, etc. The injuries to his face weren`t life threatening, but the wound in his arm would need to be takin care of.

After several minutes, the wound was cleaned and covered up. It`d take several days to fully heal, but at least it wasn`t bleeding anymore.

He sighed and looked around at his fellow soldiers. Richard, William, John, Nixon; he was in command of these men now.

William looked at Mike in confusion, "Sir, what do we do now? Some Russian soldiers are headed off towards Calais where we`re suppost to go. But there could be other fellow American in these woods."

Mike nodded, "We head into Calais. If anything, we need to secure that town. I`d also like to know what the Russians are doing here." He got up, wincing as he did. He could still stand, but fighting would be difficult with an injured arm. William and the others saluted and followed Mike as they headed down the road towards Calais.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

PART 2 - Calais

Mike and his fellow soldiers slowly made their way to the city of Calais. Smoke and fires showed that there was fighting going on in the city, though it was probably dying down considering that there wasn`t any shooting going off.

As they reached the city, they were greeted by several American soldiers. One of them walked over to Mike and nodded. "Well now, we didn`t expect to see any more. You guy part of the drop group that got separated?"

"That we are," said Mike, "2nd Captain Mike Adams, what`s the situation here?"

The man shrugged, "Germans were taken by surprise and since no enemy reinforcements came along, it didn`t take long to defeat them and liberate the city. Several groups of Germans are still putting up a fight, but we`re flushing them out. The city should be properly secure by morning. You might want to meet General Conner, he`s running things around here. He`s located at the base camp a few blocks down from here." He saluted as he finished.

Mike smiled and saluted back to him then made his way to the camp.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Between the Germans and the Americans fighting within Calais, it was rather easy to use the side streets and pick times to run across the main ones. Within an hour of entering the city, Iska and her men, along with Salima who they had welcomed not long after leaving the town, they had reached the Resistance Hideaway. Or at least a house designated as the meeting point for one. It was a double story building made of blue rock, its window shutters were barred up and so was the door. But it was to stop Germans entering, not people from leaving.

Banging on the back door, after squeezing down a little side alley into their backyard, Iska waited. There was the sound of footsteps inside, heading down the staircase.

Earlier before entering the town, they had removed the cap, jacket and other 'German' items from their prisoner. The last thing they had wanted was a German sniper or patrol to see them dragging a bound German Officer around. How they would explain the blindfold and gag, she would probably have to take on a more kinky stance. Not that she wasn't partial to some bondage and power play here and there. France was not her ideal place, especially in a war, to try it out though.

A panel of wood was removed from the door, and a pair of ice blue eyes stared out at her. "Yes?"

"Today I see the peoples resilience during the winter is still admirable. Is refuge available?"

The man paused for a moment, before opening the door. It was obvious that with three submachine guns and several side arms aimed at the Russian group, that they were not to cause trouble. Entering the house, they dragged the German with them. And the door was closed behind them. Several planks replaced in case someone tried to follow.

"My name is Iska, I was sent to help you train. My original meeting point was discovered, so I came here to offer my assistance. This is Salima, I believe she is one of yours. At least in objective if not it town of birth. Do you have somewhere for him? A German Officer I would like to 'speak' with further."

Pulling Gruber forwards, she brought him out for the Resistance to see. For now she needed to not hide cards, otherwise they wouldn't be allowed into the Resistance Hideout several stories under Calais.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

On the way to Calais he had been working on the gag in his mouth, now he finally got the wad forced into his mouth pushed past the strip securing. As he was suddenly pushed forward it slipped out and fell to the floor.

"Look I know you people don't like me, but can I get some water? That gag really dried out my mouth."

That was what he said, it came out sounding like,

"Loogh ah how yu peole don ike e, ut an ah het so'e ater? Ha ah eally died ou hy outh."

The last he expected was water, maybe a hit to the head or body, to his surprise the gag was loosened.

"What did you say Kraut?"

Raphael turned his face to the speaker,

"I said that I know you people don't like me, but can I get some water? That gag really dried out my mouth."

There was a scuffle and a chuckle,

"Hey Iska, that Kraut got rid of the gag, did you not push it deep enough and fasten it properly or what?"

Raphael just stood there trying to get some saliva going in his mouth again, he could hear German voices outside and frowned,

"Uhm people, just a fair warning, I hear my mother tongue being spoken outside. Doesn't sound like they are coming for this house, rather like they are retreating."

That alone was treason...high treason to be exact, but he wasn't betraying his people, just stated what he heard.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Soon after Salima had found ISka and her group, she learned of their prisoner.
Salima looked coldly at the german officer. Of course, she had seen many military leaders since her early childhood, because her family were dealing with them. There were germans among them, and she met more of them in america. These elder german officers were not different then those of other nations; most of them were polite, had some education and manners and a few of them even had humor. She faintly renembered an old, high-ranked german who had been very kind and always played jokes with his batman to enlighten her when she was small. But this new, young officers where different. Arrogant, uneducated and simply brutal, especially those with the skull on the uniform. She wondered if the germans picked their "elite" from the gutters of a boarding house. They reminded her of the descendants of some primitive deserttribes in her own country, that suddenly thought to be someone just because they were allowed to wear a uniform and some titles because people like her father gave them such to do his work. She hadn't seen this german officer speaking so far, for obvious reasons. She did not hate him, she just despised him.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

When Mike had arrived at the temporary base camp, he and his men were directed to the command tent and introducted to the general. The general was looking down at some maps, on a table, before he looked up and smiled. "Ahh.. Mike, it`s good to see you. I`m glad to see you alive and well. I believe I have you to thank for the attack on the German outpost outside of Calais."

Mike saluted to General Conner, "Yes sir. With some help from some Russian soldiers."

Conner nodded, "We noticed the Russians were moving troops into Germany and France. Stalin wouldn`t say why but, then again, Stalin is the silent type. Where are these Russian troops now?"

Mike shrugged, "I dont know.. We couldn`t catch up with them nor find them but they're probably here in Calais."

Conner blinked and looked back down at the maps, "We'll need to speak with them. Maybe they can give us some answers as to why they're here. If you're up too it, I`d like you and your men to find these soldiers and bring them here. Now there are still some Germans in Calais so I`ll send you some troops to help you. These troops are leaderless, having lost there Captain during the drop' so you'll be taking command of them."

Mike saluted, "Yes sir. I'll be back as soon as possible."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Picking up the gag, Iska quickly replaced it. He had told them about the germans outside, but they were not in a position to have this house given away as a Resistance meeting point. Putting the gag back in, she nodded for Vasilli and one of the Calais Resistance to take him somewhere and store him. As they were leaving she also indicated for them to get him some water, and a small portion of food if he needed it.

Turning back to the man that had spoken earlier, she ignored his comments. "Do you know how many Americans are in Calais at the moment? I've indicated to several we met earlier to move here if they get seperated. I'd like to see if I can meet up with them. We could proove useful for their assault in this area. If they accept it. Otherwise, we'll at least know to stay out of their business, if they stay out of ours.

How many men are ready to fight? How many can be with training?"


Vasilli followed the other man, towing Gurber along. Soon they went down a flight of steps into a basement. On the wall several sets of handcuffs hung, secured to the wall. Occasionally some drops of blood covered the concrete basement.

Vasilli pushed the German into place, quickly cut the bindings, and cuffed his hands above his head so he could kneel or sit on the ground if he wanted. Then he removed the blindfold, and the gag. But left the tie around his mouth to muffle any yelling. At least he wouldn't drown.

"Water and food will be soon. Iska will probably talk to you as well."