World War II: Behind Enemy Lines - (IC)

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima was tempered to turn the letter over right now.Then it would be out of her hands. But she was told to get it to a point in Calais, and there was something she did not like of the people and the palce, not to speak of the situation. They had to get to Calais anyhow, so she could keep it that long as well. If they were not killed by the germans before, but maybe she had even better chances to get the letter through the lines then this ruffed people. Where should she go, anyway? It didn't really matter. She was cut off her family and her funds. You could even say that she was lost. Any place was good for that, but maybe Calais was better then this spot. She decided to stay with Iska, for there was nothing else left to do for her.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

As Mike lead his company of troops down a street, he looked back at them. Not only did he have William, Nixon, Richard, and John under his command; but now 5 more soldiers with him. Patrick, Evan, Brendan, George, and Carlos; all ranked around private class. He was responsible for these men and that responsibility came as a heavy burden. However these extra troops had proved helpful during a skirmish with some Germans a while ago.

As they rounded a corner, they saw the building that they were looking for. The one that the French Resistance was using as an outpost. He approached the front door and knocked on it.

 

[iStealth]

Aleksandra Shanina

Aleksandra had traveled alone on her way to Calais. Her former commanding officer, who was now dead had told her group they would be heading there after they were finished with their mission.

When she got to Calais she searched for the Resistance Hideaway. All she knew was what the building appearnace was. During her searching she kept a low profile in order to avoid being spotted by Americans. She saw a building fitting the description after two hours of searching the city.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

There was a knock on the back door, where Iska and her man had entered at the same time someone knocked on the front door. The people inside split into two groups, the original inhabitants took the front and Iska, along with Ivan and a couple of others took the back.

Pulling a board off the door, Iska peered out to see a woman standing there. She carried a rifle, and had very similar looks to many of the women back home.

"What do you want?" Iska asked, her accent showing through.

At the front of the house, all the men saw were American soldiers as they opened a gap in the door. This was not a time for a fight, with many Germans and a growing number of Americans already filling the town.

"Can I help you?" the man who had greeted Iska and commented on the German prisoner before, asked the American he was looking at.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima kept inside the house. She knew that she was probably no great help in a fight, but she would use her little gun before getting captured. She stayed at the side of Iska, but a few steps behind, so that she would not be seen from outside.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike spoke in a commanding, but polite voice, "I`m Captain Mike Adams of the 35th Airborne Division. We're here, under orders from General Conner, to meet up with any French Resisance Forces. We're also ordered to find a group of Russian soldiers and ring them to our camp for information and debriefing."

Nixion rolled his eyes, "Open the damned door! Can't you see that we're Americans you idiot-"

But Mike cut him off, "Shut it Nixion. This is no time for threats."

 

[DormantEvil]

The men at the front door narrowed his eyes at the Americans. More foreigners declaring they had the power, the right, to be making orders. Just like the Germans. Looking both ways, he said a few words before removing another few planks of wood. Then the door opened up quickly, and the Americans were met with the same weaponry as the Russians had been.

"Get in quick," he ordered. "If you are forced out of this town, we do not want Germans on our doorstep because someone spotted you."

Once inside, he closed the door and replaced the planks of wood.

At the back door, a similar process had occured, and Iska quickly let the other Russian woman in. Then they all met in the Dining Room. The Russians on one side, French Resistance at either end, and the Americans opposite the Russians.

"Did your American woman show up? From the tower?" Iska asked. Wondering where the helpful sniper, with her rifle, was.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike shok his head at the Russian's question, "There are a lot of women in the American armed forces, but not, I haven't seen any American women recently."

Mike sat down at a chair and spoke in a calm tone, "However we have some order that need to be followed. General Conner has asked me to link up with the French Resistance Leaders. Not only that, but he sent us to find you, and your fellow comrades, and bring you all back to our camp for briefing."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Shaking her head, Iska wondered how if this man cared so little for his men, how he had any left. Sure, losses were just another part of war, but to lose one of her men she would spend time to look, knowing just how useful and important they were to her. Then again, she only have the three of them. The Americans were a dime a dozen. It was not her concern now.

"Pity, she seemed to have gone to great lengths escaping, and raising us to help in your rescue." Smiling, she took a seat opposite him and folded her hands on the table.

A man at the end of the table put his palm flat on the table and looked at the Americans. Obviously he didn't get along very well with them. Or disliked them. "Our leaders do not meet. Part of why we have survived the war this long is because our leaders do not become known. You can have a runner. The Russians, well, I leave that up to them."

Iska chuckled and removed a cigarette from her top pocket, lighting it and placed the packet in the middle of the table.

"I can meet this General. But I have 'matters' to attend to before I go." Of course she was referring to the captured German officer that was waiting in another room. But for now she didn't specify that, last thing she wanted was for the Americans to 'confiscate' the man.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

At the French soldiers comment, Nixon's face went red, "How dare you insult our commanding officer. If it weren't for us, you'd still have German troops in the city. If you haven't noticed, we're your allies."

Mike looked over at him, "Nixon, calm down."

Nixon took a breath and nodded.

Mike looked over at the Russian woman, "I thought she was with you. If you remember, I was separated from when we were captured haven't seen here since. When I got free, my men helped me outside and healed me. No one was around and we had a mission. So she was your responsibility, not mine since I didn't know where she was."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

"She is a grown woman, and is neither of our immediate responsibility. And I doubt she would enjoy us bickering about her welfare. She seemed capable enough. I am not her Commanding Officer, and never made myself out to be. She took her place in the plan, at her own risk. I merely was interested in knowing if she had turned up. Perhaps she is still up in the tower, shooting Germans. Not a bad way to go out by any means.

Now, lets move onto more pressing concerns. When does your General want to meet, and where?"

Breathing out a large lungful of smoke, she looked over at Mike. She could see why Michaela had wanted to rescue the man. Not only was he good looking, and strong, but he seemed to command great respect from his men. Of course, the more physical attributes interested Iska. The rest was just a show of his spirit.

"Ivan, see if you can procure another rifle. I need a replacement it seems." She asked the man as she turned to look back at him. He moved off to speak with some of the French, before disappearing.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike nodded in agreement. He was unsure of Michaela's fate but knew that she could probably take care of herself. "We'll escort you to the camp whenever you're ready to leave."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Pushing her chair back, Iska rose from her seated position at the table. Stepping aside, she pushed the chair in and walked around the table. "In that case, I'll be back in a moment. I'm sure the French can keep you company, make a coffee, offer some sort of fine pastry."

Leaving the Dining Room, she cracked her knuckles before entering the room where Gurber was currently getting served a cup of water, and some cheese on bread. Closing the door behind her, Iska removed her hat and passed it to Vasilli.

"So, have you given your name yet? I can't remember for the life of me."

Removing the gag, she offered him the cup to drink out of.

The French in the Dining Room didn't seem pleased at Iska's assumption of their hospitality, but they had heard of her. They didn't want her help. But their leaders apparently accepted it.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He carefully drank the water offered to him, he used only enough to wet his mouth and lips again.

"No I have not told you my name yet, I am Raphael Gurber, Hauptsturmführer Gurber if you are German."

He wondered what was to come next, maybe some of the same punishment dished out on the American Captain, not that he complained, he just thought that the Sergeant got his just deserves.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Once the German officer had finished taking water, she offered him a piece of bread with a slice of cheese on it. Holding it out so that he could take it with his mouth, without risking her fingers if he decided to try and bite. Like feeding a dog you didn't quite trust yet.

"Raphael, I am Iska. And no, not German as you can probably tell. I don't like formality so I'll cut to the chase. What is stopping me from shooting you now? Because I'm starting to ask myself why I brought you along. Not the best position for you no doubt. Do you offer me anything? Or are you simply out to kill anybody that isn't on your 'friends' list. Hmmm?"

After giving him ample time to eat, she moved away from him and removed her jacket. Folding it, she passed it over to Vasilli who took it from her. Moving behind the bound prisoner, she waited for his response. The subtle clinking of metal could be heard as she withdrew her sidearm, but left it uncocked.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He slowly chewed the bread and cheese she fed him, he did not enjoy the blindfold, but there must have been reasons for that as well.

"You sound Russian."

He swallowed the food and cocked his head to the sound of leather on metal, definitely a sidearm being pulled from its holster.

"Well that is a good question, the only thing I can offer you is translation, knowledge about units, their strengths and weaponry. Of course if you are here to do what Captain Adams is here to do, I would love to put a few bullets in those Gestapo schwein that the auslander have surrounded himself with."

He almost spat, but didn't want to seem impudent, but his voice carried his clear distaste for the Gestapo and the Fuhrer.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima, who stood between the two rooms, leaning against a wall, felt somehow wrong in this place with all that military people. She felt strangeley dressed compared to the other ones who wear in uniform or in clothes she would describe as rags, and their manners weren't those of the officers she had met before the war. But this wasn't the worst thing. She knew she had no place to go, but was probably quite useless in their militaric discussions and planings.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike got up and walked over to William, "William I need you to go back to the camp and inform General Conner of our situation. Assure him that we'll be there soon. Oh and take Nixion with you."

William saluted to him, then he turned away and headed off, with Nixion following.

Richard walked forward, "Captain Mke Adams sir?"

Mike smiled, "Just call me Mike."

Richard nodded, "What are the Russians doing here sir?"

Mike shrugged, "Beats me, but that's why we're bringing them to the General."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima was unsecure what to do. She didn't really want to go over to the americans. She assumed that they did have noticed her from the other room, but they hadn't come over to introduce themself to her. She also felt a bit uneasy among the russian men, so she decided to go to Iska. Maybe she would disturb her, but she would take the risk. She had to make a move and went to the russian woman, who was with that german prisoner.

 

[iStealth]

Aleksandra Shanina

Aleksandra could easily recognize a few of the Americans who came in to get the Russians to the American Camp. Including Lipton, Nixon, Edwards, and Anderson. The rest of the group was unfamiliar to her. She wanted to say thanks to them for assisting her but she felt this wasn't the time for it.

She looked at the German prisoner who had a blindfold over his eyes and was slowly eating bread and cheese. He had a distinctly Aryan appearance. He was tall in height and had many scars on his face. She was glad that he was secured. He looked like a dangerous man.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Taking away the last of the bread and cheese, Iska put it in her mouth and slowly chewed it. They hadn't really eaten in days. Thinking to herself she noticed Salima enter the room, and that the other Russian woman was standing nearby watching. With a finger she motioned both of them inside, mainly to get her fellow comrade to attend the questioning. But perhaps it would help bring Salima out of her shell more. That woman was too quiet, too complacent...too submissive. There needed to be some fight inside her, even if it was well hidden.

Walking around behind Gurber, she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to speak into his ear.

"Even if I got you to the point of standing in front of your 'leader', pistol in hand, what would stop you from killing him and then turning around and killing us? I doubt the Americans will be leaving this country after completing that single mission. Half of your people despise your leader, like you do, the other are fearless supporters. Just cutting of the snakes head will not stop others from sprouting. Your thoughts?"

((Sorry, I wrote a post yesterday but it never posted it seems.))

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

The middleasten woman walked into the room, after Iska had given her a sign. She noticed the other russian woman coming close now, but she knew nothing about her, so she suspected another partisan. Salima looked at the blindfolded german. She was not cruel, but she was born and raised in a country that did not believein the human rights, and she was a member of the upper class, who worked with the army. She had no sadistic traits as she watched the prisoners, but she did not feel sorry, on the other hand. Iska wanted him to talk, so he better would.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He stiffened from the indignity of her words,

"Betray the people that help me to kill the betrayer to my fatherland? If you wish to mock me then you should do better to kill me. As for rooting out the problem? Get rid of the high placed Nazi's, SS-leaders and Gestapo..."

a smile crossed his lips as he sat back into the chair,

"Many nights I have thought about just that. When you get rid of the head and burn it close the body will do as it is told. Yes I know the Americans will not leave until years have passed, but living under the Americans will be better than living under the auslander and his scum."

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

"So what do you want to see for the future of Germany? Will you fight to continue the spread across Europe that Hitler has started?"

Patting his shoulder, she moved around to stand in front of him again. It was obvious, not that she was specifically setting out to test it, that it would take pain to cause him to fear them outwardly. Part of her wanted to test just how much he could take, he was just another German in this war. But an insider would help them gain intelligence and access to those close to Hitler. And she wanted to rip that snakes head off, painfully.

"I will release you, under guard of my men. You will come with me to the American General and we will both see what he 'needs'. I only have a few terms personally. First, you aid us in killing Nazi's, Gestapo and SS, along with Hitler and his High Command. Any German soldiers that attack us in this endeavor, you will also help to kill. Second, you will advise, not command. Thirdly, you will never be left alone and will have minimum ammunition and a single sidearm unless we are in direct combat.

Do you have terms?"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

"The future? This war has drained the countries, the only thing I would want to do is feed the people and give them shelter. I have no desire to continue a worthless fight. Of course the world leaders will now try to rip Germany apart, let the people suffer in the name of doing the right thing."

Raphael's voice carried the bitterness he felt towards leaders in general,

"Terms?"

He chuckled,

"I'm bound and I'm a prisoner. What other terms could I have apart from, don't kill me when this is over?"