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jonlucero
Chapter I
Germany 1938
The City of Bonn
Uniformed men hastily run in the night, breaking almost everything they think should be
broken.
2nd fl., inside an apartment building
15 year old Maximilan Wiesler is awakened. Frightened by all the commotion,
he calls out to his parents in a room down the unlit corridor.
Max Wiesler: Papa!
His mother momentarily opens the door to their room and catches the
estranged boy. The boy slips into his mother's arm. Max sees his father
discreetly looking out the window.
Walter Wiesler: Shhh.. Don't make any noise.
Max Wiesler: What's happening?
Maria Wiesler: Nothing.
Max Wiesler isn't stupid, he knew this wasn't just nothing.
Max Wiesler: Tell me mama.
Maria Wiesler: I'll tell you everything t....
A loud bang coming from below is heard.
Walter Wiesler: Scheize!
The mother, Maria Wiesler holds her son tight. She fixes the hair and the shirt
his son is wearing... The power of fear is manifested as tears could be
noticed from both Max and his mother's eyes. But they both try their best to
hold it. Walter Wiesler panics to find his gun.
Maria Wiesler: Max, listen to me.. The storage room. Go in. You've
seen the large cabinet right?
Max Wiesler: Ja.
Maria Wiesler: The lower compartment leads to the exit stairs behind
the building. Escape from there, run and HIDE. Go to this address once
morning comes or til your safe. Promise me you'll be safe.
Maria Wiesler scribbles something on a torn piece of paper.
Max Wiesler: I promise... How about you and dad?
Maria Wiesler: We can't do anything. You can. Go!
Walter Wiesler finds his Astra modelo 400, a Spanish civil war period pistol
given by a friend, over a bedside cabinet. Max Wiesler runs towards their
storage room.
Walter Wiesler: Max! Come here!
Walter Wiesler gives the gun to his son.
Walter Wiesler: If you find yourself in trouble. Shoot them.
Max could hardly understand. He knew about the atrocities Jews had in Nazi
Germany but he never thought his beloved Germany would do this to his
family. He had believed in fascism. But he had to escape, and he'd probably
didn't need a gun to do that.
Max Wiesler: Nein dad. Keep it, it'd help.
Walter Wiesler: I love you son, Go!
A couple of hard knocks is heard on the apartment door. The older Wieslers
accompany Max into the storage room. Walter positions himself, gun in hand,
to the defense of his family. Max crawls into the lower compartment of the
cabinet and sees, for the last time, his mother.
Maria Wiesler: Bye son, I love you.
With that she locks the cabinet. After breaking the front door, three
uniformed men storm into the dark apartment.
Leutnant: Hallo? Ist jemand hier? (Is anybody around?)
The Leutnant is accompanied by one of his soldiers and searches the dining
area. The other soldier notices that the lights of the storage room was lit. He
clutches his submachine gun tight and goes to check it out.
Walter Wiesler hears the sound of heavy booted footsteps heading towards
the room. Walter points his gun towards the door, an empty corridor. He then
realized that he wasn't sure if the damned pistol he was holding was loaded
or not. He looks at his wife briefly and then the soldier moves up and is
completely framed by the door. Walter Wiesler is shaking like crazy.
Soldat: What the fuck are you doing?
Walter Wiesler: Ich...Ich... I don't know.
Realizing this was his home, he aimed the gun more steadily.
Walter Wiesler: YOU tell me what you're doing!
Soldat: Shit! You put the gun down or I shoot both of you! Leutnant
Löwenzahn!
The baffled soldier calls for his superior. Before the soldier could react, Maria
Wiesler frantically grabs the gun from the hands of her husband and shoots
the soldier in the chest. The soldier pulls the trigger of his Mp38. The
rampaging bullets hits the Wieslers. Maria Wiesler absorbs more than 10
bullets. Leutnant Löwenzahn walks in, all clad in his black uniform and
chuckles.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Never thought someone would actually shoot us
back. Are you ok soldier?
The soldier, breathing heavily, doesn't find the strength to answer.
He slowly walks towards and faces the dying Wieslers. He also talks slowly.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Well, well, what do we have here. Traitors of
the state... assaulting a Gestapo officer, no less.
Walter Wiesler: Löwenzahn? (he tries his best to laugh) Flower sissy
boy.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Everyone always has a remark. Too bad you
won't be able to share that to your friends.
Leutnant Löwenzahn executes both dying Wieslers with his Luger. Each a
shot to the nape. The wounded soldat drops his weapon, he too dies. Max
Wiesler still inside the cabinet was unable to move because of the commotion
happening in the room. He had to know what would happen to his parents.
After crying a brief silent cry he slowly opens the small door behind him that
led to the exit stairs. Unfortunately for him, the back door gives out a loud
screech. Leutnant Löwenzahn's primed senses does not fail him.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Looks like pests have been evesdropping!
With confidence, he shoots five shots at the cabinet. He opens it and sees
only junk. He quickly examines the cabinet; left... right... down and notices
the lower compartment locked. He shoots the lock off and kicks it open. He
sees a small back door opened. He instantly knows someone had escaped
and no one escapes him.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: No one escapes me! Hans! The fire exit!
Someone escaped!
Hans: Jawohl!
The two reach a platform and sees the boy running in a narrow alley. The
leutnant removes his cap... The boy looks back and sees Leutnant
Löwenzahn in all his glorious baldness. The leutnant raises one arm and, with
his Luger, aims at the helpless boy. And then lowers the gun and wears his
cap again.
Hans: You'd let that one escape, sir?
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Ja. I mean where would he go? There's
thousands of us in the streets right now. Either he bumps into another patrol
and gets imprisoned, or like the people back there, he shoots at our soldiers
and then he gets killed mercilessly.
Hans: What if h...
Leutnant Löwenzahn: OR he escapes, flies to America, and creates an
übermissile for the Americans.
Both soldiers laugh off.
jonlucero
Chapter I
Germany 1938
The City of Bonn
Uniformed men hastily run in the night, breaking almost everything they think should be
broken.
2nd fl., inside an apartment building
15 year old Maximilan Wiesler is awakened. Frightened by all the commotion,
he calls out to his parents in a room down the unlit corridor.
Max Wiesler: Papa!
His mother momentarily opens the door to their room and catches the
estranged boy. The boy slips into his mother's arm. Max sees his father
discreetly looking out the window.
Walter Wiesler: Shhh.. Don't make any noise.
Max Wiesler: What's happening?
Maria Wiesler: Nothing.
Max Wiesler isn't stupid, he knew this wasn't just nothing.
Max Wiesler: Tell me mama.
Maria Wiesler: I'll tell you everything t....
A loud bang coming from below is heard.
Walter Wiesler: Scheize!
The mother, Maria Wiesler holds her son tight. She fixes the hair and the shirt
his son is wearing... The power of fear is manifested as tears could be
noticed from both Max and his mother's eyes. But they both try their best to
hold it. Walter Wiesler panics to find his gun.
Maria Wiesler: Max, listen to me.. The storage room. Go in. You've
seen the large cabinet right?
Max Wiesler: Ja.
Maria Wiesler: The lower compartment leads to the exit stairs behind
the building. Escape from there, run and HIDE. Go to this address once
morning comes or til your safe. Promise me you'll be safe.
Maria Wiesler scribbles something on a torn piece of paper.
Max Wiesler: I promise... How about you and dad?
Maria Wiesler: We can't do anything. You can. Go!
Walter Wiesler finds his Astra modelo 400, a Spanish civil war period pistol
given by a friend, over a bedside cabinet. Max Wiesler runs towards their
storage room.
Walter Wiesler: Max! Come here!
Walter Wiesler gives the gun to his son.
Walter Wiesler: If you find yourself in trouble. Shoot them.
Max could hardly understand. He knew about the atrocities Jews had in Nazi
Germany but he never thought his beloved Germany would do this to his
family. He had believed in fascism. But he had to escape, and he'd probably
didn't need a gun to do that.
Max Wiesler: Nein dad. Keep it, it'd help.
Walter Wiesler: I love you son, Go!
A couple of hard knocks is heard on the apartment door. The older Wieslers
accompany Max into the storage room. Walter positions himself, gun in hand,
to the defense of his family. Max crawls into the lower compartment of the
cabinet and sees, for the last time, his mother.
Maria Wiesler: Bye son, I love you.
With that she locks the cabinet. After breaking the front door, three
uniformed men storm into the dark apartment.
Leutnant: Hallo? Ist jemand hier? (Is anybody around?)
The Leutnant is accompanied by one of his soldiers and searches the dining
area. The other soldier notices that the lights of the storage room was lit. He
clutches his submachine gun tight and goes to check it out.
Walter Wiesler hears the sound of heavy booted footsteps heading towards
the room. Walter points his gun towards the door, an empty corridor. He then
realized that he wasn't sure if the damned pistol he was holding was loaded
or not. He looks at his wife briefly and then the soldier moves up and is
completely framed by the door. Walter Wiesler is shaking like crazy.
Soldat: What the fuck are you doing?
Walter Wiesler: Ich...Ich... I don't know.
Realizing this was his home, he aimed the gun more steadily.
Walter Wiesler: YOU tell me what you're doing!
Soldat: Shit! You put the gun down or I shoot both of you! Leutnant
Löwenzahn!
The baffled soldier calls for his superior. Before the soldier could react, Maria
Wiesler frantically grabs the gun from the hands of her husband and shoots
the soldier in the chest. The soldier pulls the trigger of his Mp38. The
rampaging bullets hits the Wieslers. Maria Wiesler absorbs more than 10
bullets. Leutnant Löwenzahn walks in, all clad in his black uniform and
chuckles.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Never thought someone would actually shoot us
back. Are you ok soldier?
The soldier, breathing heavily, doesn't find the strength to answer.
He slowly walks towards and faces the dying Wieslers. He also talks slowly.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Well, well, what do we have here. Traitors of
the state... assaulting a Gestapo officer, no less.
Walter Wiesler: Löwenzahn? (he tries his best to laugh) Flower sissy
boy.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Everyone always has a remark. Too bad you
won't be able to share that to your friends.
Leutnant Löwenzahn executes both dying Wieslers with his Luger. Each a
shot to the nape. The wounded soldat drops his weapon, he too dies. Max
Wiesler still inside the cabinet was unable to move because of the commotion
happening in the room. He had to know what would happen to his parents.
After crying a brief silent cry he slowly opens the small door behind him that
led to the exit stairs. Unfortunately for him, the back door gives out a loud
screech. Leutnant Löwenzahn's primed senses does not fail him.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Looks like pests have been evesdropping!
With confidence, he shoots five shots at the cabinet. He opens it and sees
only junk. He quickly examines the cabinet; left... right... down and notices
the lower compartment locked. He shoots the lock off and kicks it open. He
sees a small back door opened. He instantly knows someone had escaped
and no one escapes him.
Leutnant Löwenzahn: No one escapes me! Hans! The fire exit!
Someone escaped!
Hans: Jawohl!
The two reach a platform and sees the boy running in a narrow alley. The
leutnant removes his cap... The boy looks back and sees Leutnant
Löwenzahn in all his glorious baldness. The leutnant raises one arm and, with
his Luger, aims at the helpless boy. And then lowers the gun and wears his
cap again.
Hans: You'd let that one escape, sir?
Leutnant Löwenzahn: Ja. I mean where would he go? There's
thousands of us in the streets right now. Either he bumps into another patrol
and gets imprisoned, or like the people back there, he shoots at our soldiers
and then he gets killed mercilessly.
Hans: What if h...
Leutnant Löwenzahn: OR he escapes, flies to America, and creates an
übermissile for the Americans.
Both soldiers laugh off.
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Rated R, you might turn off the young forum members! 
I must assume Max will be followed from this point on, or not? Good luck!
I must assume Max will be followed from this point on, or not? Good luck!
This is quite a dark AAR, very unique in that sense. The style you have chosen to write it in is one of my favorites actually because it makes reading it very quick and easy. I am eagerly awaiting the next update. Thumbs up.
Rated R, you might turn off the young forum members!
I must assume Max will be followed from this point on, or not? Good luck!
I hoped he is followed..
Dark is a good word indeed. I'm glad you like you it as well.
Short update for you guys coming up in awhile..
Big Ball Bomb
jonlucero
Chapter II
jonlucero
Chapter II
The City of Bonn 1938
Maximilan Wiesler is asleep at the back of a truck parked somewhere along
the streets of Bonn. He is well covered by hay stacks. The hay stacks does
look out of place in an urban centre such as Bonn.
A person steps out of a building and pauses a moment to see what's left of
the violence that occurred last night, broken glass, burning buildings, an
armed man or two running. Gestapo, he thought. He steps in the truck's
driver seat and starts its engine. Max Wiesler opens his eyes only to find out
the truck he is in is about to move. He does nothing.
It was depressing what happened last night. He closes his eyes once again.
German countryside, Outpost
An hour or so passes and Max is once again awakened. This time by dumb
loud dogs. A man cautiously steps in front of the truck and shows his palm.
Man: Halt!
The truck stops.
Man: Name? Purpose?
Max couldn't hear what the driver's response was but could clearly hear the
interrogator, it was no doubt of guards' or soldier's. Over the blanket of hay,
he sees two guards in grey uniform: one obese , the other smoking
cigarette, and three stupid dogs barking non-stop about 3 meters from the
truck (and him). He knows it's best to keep his head down.
Smoking Guard: Hey, do dogs eat hay?
Fat Guard: Dogs? Hay? Nein, mein freund but I'm sure your mother
does!
Smoking Guard: Hey, leave my mother out of this...
Fat Guard: Fock you! ha ha
Smoking Guard: Arschloch.
Max's attention is diverted to the interrogator again. He only hears murmurs
from the driver. He wished he knew what they were talking about. He knew if
the guards did search his truck, he'd be discovered. After what happened
last night, he's sure him being discovered is not good.
A truck from Bonn with an unknown boy hidden under stacks of hay after the
kristallnacht is definitely not good.
Guard: Papers?
The driver hands out a folded piece of paper. The guard unfolds the paper
and examines it.
Guard: You may pass.
The truck starts again and the barking of the dogs start to fade away.
Maximilan sighs of relief. Little does Max know he's off to France.
Maximilan Wiesler is asleep at the back of a truck parked somewhere along
the streets of Bonn. He is well covered by hay stacks. The hay stacks does
look out of place in an urban centre such as Bonn.
A person steps out of a building and pauses a moment to see what's left of
the violence that occurred last night, broken glass, burning buildings, an
armed man or two running. Gestapo, he thought. He steps in the truck's
driver seat and starts its engine. Max Wiesler opens his eyes only to find out
the truck he is in is about to move. He does nothing.
It was depressing what happened last night. He closes his eyes once again.
German countryside, Outpost
An hour or so passes and Max is once again awakened. This time by dumb
loud dogs. A man cautiously steps in front of the truck and shows his palm.
Man: Halt!
The truck stops.
Man: Name? Purpose?
Max couldn't hear what the driver's response was but could clearly hear the
interrogator, it was no doubt of guards' or soldier's. Over the blanket of hay,
he sees two guards in grey uniform: one obese , the other smoking
cigarette, and three stupid dogs barking non-stop about 3 meters from the
truck (and him). He knows it's best to keep his head down.
Smoking Guard: Hey, do dogs eat hay?
Fat Guard: Dogs? Hay? Nein, mein freund but I'm sure your mother
does!
Smoking Guard: Hey, leave my mother out of this...
Fat Guard: Fock you! ha ha
Smoking Guard: Arschloch.
Max's attention is diverted to the interrogator again. He only hears murmurs
from the driver. He wished he knew what they were talking about. He knew if
the guards did search his truck, he'd be discovered. After what happened
last night, he's sure him being discovered is not good.
A truck from Bonn with an unknown boy hidden under stacks of hay after the
kristallnacht is definitely not good.
Guard: Papers?
The driver hands out a folded piece of paper. The guard unfolds the paper
and examines it.
Guard: You may pass.
The truck starts again and the barking of the dogs start to fade away.
Maximilan sighs of relief. Little does Max know he's off to France.
So Max if off to France, occupied France? Maybe he'll run into the French Resistance and be freed, or maybe not? I'm waiting to see what happens next to Max.
Quite suspenseful. Can't wait to see what happens in france and whether or not the story comes full circle.
France France, because the war hasn't started yet..
I hope I won't disappoint you..
France France, because the war hasn't started yet..
Well, that ruins the hopes of an early war!
Oh well, France will be occupied anyways, so it doesn't do him any good going over there!
Well, that ruins the hopes of an early war!
Oh well, France will be occupied anyways, so it doesn't do him any good going over there!
Yes, the war does go as planned historically.. at least for now..
lBig Blue Bombé
jonlucero
Chapter III
jonlucero
Chapter III
Five years later
German Occupied Paris 1943
A man in grey uniform, 43 years of age, sits behind a desk. A wounded
soldier is escorted inside his office. The wounded soldier snaps his heels and
praises Hitler. The man, faces him. The soldier comes face to face with the
head of the political police, the Gestapo, Heinrich Müller. Heinrich raises his
hand, shoulder level in authority.
Heinrich Müller: Name and Rank?
Soldat: Karl Pohl, Feldwebel, 18. Infanterie-Division.
Heinrich Müller: Gut, gut. Now tell me what happened?
Heinrich Müller: So you heard the sound of a rocket, that of a panzerfaust?
Karl Pohl: Ja...
Heinrich Müller: Maurice, eh?
Karl Pohl: Ja.
Heinrich Müller: What happened to Karl Glücks?
Karl Pohl: Sir, to the extent of my knowledge and belief, he was a traitor to
Germany. I shot him.
Heinrich Müller: You are a blessing to his state Sgt. Pohl. You may leave.
Karl Pohl snaps his heels again and leaves.
German Occupied Paris 1943
A man in grey uniform, 43 years of age, sits behind a desk. A wounded
soldier is escorted inside his office. The wounded soldier snaps his heels and
praises Hitler. The man, faces him. The soldier comes face to face with the
head of the political police, the Gestapo, Heinrich Müller. Heinrich raises his
hand, shoulder level in authority.
Heinrich Müller: Name and Rank?
Soldat: Karl Pohl, Feldwebel, 18. Infanterie-Division.
Heinrich Müller: Gut, gut. Now tell me what happened?
4 days earlier
It was a cold and dark evening in the french country side. A speeding
German Sd.Kfz. 11 half-track carries eight well-equiped German soldiers,
including the driver. Along the road, a convoy of a supply truck and two
towed 75mm infantry guns lay burning and destroyed, approximately 13
soldiers lay dead or dying.
Near the apparently ambushed convoy is an abandoned farm house. Inside
are 5 people.
Jean-Pierre Audiard: That sure was one hell of an ambush.
François Fourcade: Ha ha! The best one yet!
Jean-Pierre Audiard: 13 soldiers and 2 artillery.
Henri Muracciole: No, 3 trucks, 13 German soldiers, and 2 German-turned
French artillery.
Jean-Pierre Audiard: Whatever Henri.
One of them notices a half-truck nearing and nearing fast.
Maurice Azéma: Jean-Pierre, a half-truck, looks like we got a handful of
germans again.
Andre Sartre: They'll all die by this panzerfaust of theirs.
The convoy they just ambushed was carrying 5 crates of anti-tank
warheads, commonly known as "Faustpatrone," (there's 4 of these in one
crate) and a whole lot of munitions. The convoy probably came from a
weapons factory.
Jean-Pierre: Excellent idea, Andre. All of you seen the movie "l'Bombe Boys?"
Henri: No.
François: Never heard of it, captain.
Andre: Oui, I think I understand...
Jean-Pierre: Oui, we blow them up. I'm sure they'll inspect this perfect
ambush spot. And once they go in...
Henri: Boom.
The french men laugh. They line all the Faustpatrone, 19 to be exact, along
the walls of the house as if making a palisade wall of RPG's. All of them exit
the house and run towards hedgerows. Andre Sartre carries with him the last
remaining faustpatrone. They can't help it but chuckle in their hiding. The
german half-track stops it's tracks behind one of the destroyed artillery.
Hauptmann: Damned french. Heinz, Karl Pohl, Karl Glücks, you guys look for
survivors and check the supply truck. The rest of you come with me.
Soldaten: Jawohl.
Heinz and the two Karls check their comrades on the ground, hoping
somebody survived and one who could share some information. Behind them,
with flashlights leading their way, the Hauptmann and four other soldiers
carefully advance towards the abandoned house. While the rest take cover
around the house, two soldiers check the front windows and, aside from
dusty basic household stuff, they see an empty room. As they are about to
remove their light from the room, one soldier notices a faustpatrone, fixed
well against the wall, and sees a second, and third more or less equally
distant from each other.
Soldat: Hauptmann! Check this out...
The Hauptmann, sharp as a knife, suspects this as an ambush.
Behind the hedgerows.
Jean-Pierre: Andre?
Andre: Should I wait for them to go in?
Jean-Pierre: The officer is smart, he won't go in.
Just as the Hauptmann turns around to check on Heinz and the two Karls,
Andre releases his rocket propelled grenade.
It was a cold and dark evening in the french country side. A speeding
German Sd.Kfz. 11 half-track carries eight well-equiped German soldiers,
including the driver. Along the road, a convoy of a supply truck and two
towed 75mm infantry guns lay burning and destroyed, approximately 13
soldiers lay dead or dying.
Near the apparently ambushed convoy is an abandoned farm house. Inside
are 5 people.
Jean-Pierre Audiard: That sure was one hell of an ambush.
François Fourcade: Ha ha! The best one yet!
Jean-Pierre Audiard: 13 soldiers and 2 artillery.
Henri Muracciole: No, 3 trucks, 13 German soldiers, and 2 German-turned
French artillery.
Jean-Pierre Audiard: Whatever Henri.
One of them notices a half-truck nearing and nearing fast.
Maurice Azéma: Jean-Pierre, a half-truck, looks like we got a handful of
germans again.
Andre Sartre: They'll all die by this panzerfaust of theirs.
The convoy they just ambushed was carrying 5 crates of anti-tank
warheads, commonly known as "Faustpatrone," (there's 4 of these in one
crate) and a whole lot of munitions. The convoy probably came from a
weapons factory.
Jean-Pierre: Excellent idea, Andre. All of you seen the movie "l'Bombe Boys?"
Henri: No.
François: Never heard of it, captain.
Andre: Oui, I think I understand...
Jean-Pierre: Oui, we blow them up. I'm sure they'll inspect this perfect
ambush spot. And once they go in...
Henri: Boom.
The french men laugh. They line all the Faustpatrone, 19 to be exact, along
the walls of the house as if making a palisade wall of RPG's. All of them exit
the house and run towards hedgerows. Andre Sartre carries with him the last
remaining faustpatrone. They can't help it but chuckle in their hiding. The
german half-track stops it's tracks behind one of the destroyed artillery.
Hauptmann: Damned french. Heinz, Karl Pohl, Karl Glücks, you guys look for
survivors and check the supply truck. The rest of you come with me.
Soldaten: Jawohl.
Heinz and the two Karls check their comrades on the ground, hoping
somebody survived and one who could share some information. Behind them,
with flashlights leading their way, the Hauptmann and four other soldiers
carefully advance towards the abandoned house. While the rest take cover
around the house, two soldiers check the front windows and, aside from
dusty basic household stuff, they see an empty room. As they are about to
remove their light from the room, one soldier notices a faustpatrone, fixed
well against the wall, and sees a second, and third more or less equally
distant from each other.
Soldat: Hauptmann! Check this out...
The Hauptmann, sharp as a knife, suspects this as an ambush.
Behind the hedgerows.
Jean-Pierre: Andre?
Andre: Should I wait for them to go in?
Jean-Pierre: The officer is smart, he won't go in.
Just as the Hauptmann turns around to check on Heinz and the two Karls,
Andre releases his rocket propelled grenade.
Heinrich Müller: So you heard the sound of a rocket, that of a panzerfaust?
Karl Pohl: Ja...
Andre: Auf Wiedersehen Klaus!
The house oblitarates like half a thousand pound bomb going into one side
and exiting the other. The Hauptmann and his soldiers are blown away dead.
Heinz gets hit by a couple of sharp wood in his face and around his body.
The two Karls are also hit by wooden debris. The French couldn't take it any
longer, they laughed. They checked their weapons and slowly went out of
their hiding place and approached the Germans.
From the side, the crawling Hauptmann grabs his pistol.
Maurice Azéma, the french group's look out, leads the team towards the
chaos. He does not notice the Hauptmann.
Hauptmann: Die fucking french!
He shoots his pistol and hits Maurice in his ass. Maurice hits the ground.
Maurice: God damn!
Jean-Pierre, just a couple of feet behind him, sees the Hauptmann and
releases a fury of bullets, killing the Hauptmann. The group of somewhat
psychotic french men, laughs at Maurice.
Henri: Shot in the ass again, are we? I'm sure we can find morphine in one of
the german's pockets.
They let Maurice sit on the side.
The two Karls on the ground look at each other, they know they're going to
die. Jean-Pierre, François, and Andre locks their weapons above the two
Karls. They are helped up, ordered to put their hands on their heads, and are
frisked. Karl Glücks knows French, he tries to beg for their life.
Karl Glücks: Please, don't shoot us.
Jean-Pierre: What makes you think we'd want to shoot you?
Karl Glücks: Please, don't.
Jean-Pierre: Ok, here's the deal. You guys recently rounded up some of our
men, good men that at that, a few days ago...
He takes out a map.
Jean-Pierre: I want to know where they are and who's guarding them.
Karl Pohl answers in German.
Karl Pohl: Fuck you! For the good of Germany, we're not telling you.
Jean-Pierre is pissed by the other Karl and aims his gun to his head.
Jean-Pierre: I wasn't asking you Klaus. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Our men,
where are they and who's guarding them?
Karl Glücks instantaneously points at the map. Karl Pohl looks at the other
Karl.
Karl Glücks: If I were you, I won't even think of going there, a whole batailon
is forming there.
Jean-Pierre: Well, now I'm not sure if that was true or not. One thing is for
sure though. Both of you are going to live... You're gonna live only so that
you're going to tell your superiors that "Maurice" did this...
The house oblitarates like half a thousand pound bomb going into one side
and exiting the other. The Hauptmann and his soldiers are blown away dead.
Heinz gets hit by a couple of sharp wood in his face and around his body.
The two Karls are also hit by wooden debris. The French couldn't take it any
longer, they laughed. They checked their weapons and slowly went out of
their hiding place and approached the Germans.
From the side, the crawling Hauptmann grabs his pistol.
Maurice Azéma, the french group's look out, leads the team towards the
chaos. He does not notice the Hauptmann.
Hauptmann: Die fucking french!
He shoots his pistol and hits Maurice in his ass. Maurice hits the ground.
Maurice: God damn!
Jean-Pierre, just a couple of feet behind him, sees the Hauptmann and
releases a fury of bullets, killing the Hauptmann. The group of somewhat
psychotic french men, laughs at Maurice.
Henri: Shot in the ass again, are we? I'm sure we can find morphine in one of
the german's pockets.
They let Maurice sit on the side.
The two Karls on the ground look at each other, they know they're going to
die. Jean-Pierre, François, and Andre locks their weapons above the two
Karls. They are helped up, ordered to put their hands on their heads, and are
frisked. Karl Glücks knows French, he tries to beg for their life.
Karl Glücks: Please, don't shoot us.
Jean-Pierre: What makes you think we'd want to shoot you?
Karl Glücks: Please, don't.
Jean-Pierre: Ok, here's the deal. You guys recently rounded up some of our
men, good men that at that, a few days ago...
He takes out a map.
Jean-Pierre: I want to know where they are and who's guarding them.
Karl Pohl answers in German.
Karl Pohl: Fuck you! For the good of Germany, we're not telling you.
Jean-Pierre is pissed by the other Karl and aims his gun to his head.
Jean-Pierre: I wasn't asking you Klaus. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Our men,
where are they and who's guarding them?
Karl Glücks instantaneously points at the map. Karl Pohl looks at the other
Karl.
Karl Glücks: If I were you, I won't even think of going there, a whole batailon
is forming there.
Jean-Pierre: Well, now I'm not sure if that was true or not. One thing is for
sure though. Both of you are going to live... You're gonna live only so that
you're going to tell your superiors that "Maurice" did this...
Heinrich Müller: Maurice, eh?
Karl Pohl: Ja.
Heinrich Müller: What happened to Karl Glücks?
Karl Pohl: Sir, to the extent of my knowledge and belief, he was a traitor to
Germany. I shot him.
Heinrich Müller: You are a blessing to his state Sgt. Pohl. You may leave.
Karl Pohl snaps his heels again and leaves.
Really good update. I really like this AAR. It has such a dark and gritty atmosphere that so few have. The updates are also very easy to read and they flow so well. Looking forward to more.
Feels like I'm reading a play, dark and gloomy, yet it flows so well all together, Great work!
Happy Holidays!
Happy Holidays!
I'm finally back from out of town duty.
@ EvilFishtank and volksmarschall
Thanks to you both. I'm still doing the next chapter as of now, been busy with duty and parties, haven't the time to really work on the story.o Thanks once again.
@ EvilFishtank and volksmarschall
Thanks to you both. I'm still doing the next chapter as of now, been busy with duty and parties, haven't the time to really work on the story.
o Thanks once again.