Green light.
As Pvt. Fade fell out of the aircraft, Blitzkreig felt that all too familiar adrenaline rush that happened every time he was about to jump. Eager to jump and do what he was trained for, and loved, he took the step out of the aircraft before the captain could push him.
The night swallowed him and he felt alive like he never did anywhere else. He fell perhaps a bit longer than was strictly neccesary, but given the oppprtunity, he had to, and then deployed his parachute. As he sank towards the ground he wondered, where was the next man behind him? He could barely make out a shimmer that he though was Fade, but behind him nothing. And when he looked again, he was alone.
He landed in a small clearing to his great relief, right next to a vicious-looking thornbush. After having freed himself and gathered his parachute, he angled his wrist compass to catch the moonlight. He looked around, cursing inwardly, he realised was off target, probably on account of his too long drop before deploying. He knew there were Fallshirmjägers in these woods, former brothers turned enemies. Or, rather, he was the one who had turned enemy. Not much to do about it now though, he thought cynically. He started to move through the woods toward the first waypoint, still cursing his thoughtlessness in his mind while readying his Kar98 for action.
He suddenly reached a clearing, probably some twenty metres across. He had to cross it, he was already late enough. Moving fast and low, he prayed that his former brothers weren't looking, this could be a really short mission if they were looking. Ducking into the trees, hardly making any noise at all, he looked around wariluy. There! Somebody, he couldn't make out whether it was a German or a Brittish paratrooper, was moving across the clearing furhter down the treeline. The figure stumbled and fell, but quickly gathered himself and moved toward the trees.
Thinking fast, Blitzkreig decided to move along the line and give the man a warm welcoming when he reached the woods. Slowly and making no noise, he picked his way through the autumn night. When he had almost reached the point where the figure had entered the woods, he took out his silenced Luger, rifles were no good this close. But then, another shade, apparently not noticing the exiled-German, moved toward the place where the stumbler had entered. A crack cut the silence in two, he now knew for sure he wasn't chasing shadows. There was someone out there.
As Pvt. Fade fell out of the aircraft, Blitzkreig felt that all too familiar adrenaline rush that happened every time he was about to jump. Eager to jump and do what he was trained for, and loved, he took the step out of the aircraft before the captain could push him.
The night swallowed him and he felt alive like he never did anywhere else. He fell perhaps a bit longer than was strictly neccesary, but given the oppprtunity, he had to, and then deployed his parachute. As he sank towards the ground he wondered, where was the next man behind him? He could barely make out a shimmer that he though was Fade, but behind him nothing. And when he looked again, he was alone.
He landed in a small clearing to his great relief, right next to a vicious-looking thornbush. After having freed himself and gathered his parachute, he angled his wrist compass to catch the moonlight. He looked around, cursing inwardly, he realised was off target, probably on account of his too long drop before deploying. He knew there were Fallshirmjägers in these woods, former brothers turned enemies. Or, rather, he was the one who had turned enemy. Not much to do about it now though, he thought cynically. He started to move through the woods toward the first waypoint, still cursing his thoughtlessness in his mind while readying his Kar98 for action.
He suddenly reached a clearing, probably some twenty metres across. He had to cross it, he was already late enough. Moving fast and low, he prayed that his former brothers weren't looking, this could be a really short mission if they were looking. Ducking into the trees, hardly making any noise at all, he looked around wariluy. There! Somebody, he couldn't make out whether it was a German or a Brittish paratrooper, was moving across the clearing furhter down the treeline. The figure stumbled and fell, but quickly gathered himself and moved toward the trees.
Thinking fast, Blitzkreig decided to move along the line and give the man a warm welcoming when he reached the woods. Slowly and making no noise, he picked his way through the autumn night. When he had almost reached the point where the figure had entered the woods, he took out his silenced Luger, rifles were no good this close. But then, another shade, apparently not noticing the exiled-German, moved toward the place where the stumbler had entered. A crack cut the silence in two, he now knew for sure he wasn't chasing shadows. There was someone out there.
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