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[cgraven]

OOC: Watch for your chance. recognition code"The moon is rising"

IC: It is 1960 the cold war is at its height. William McCloud has been sent to East Germany to find records proving the Russian transferred captured Allied airmen to USSR at the end of the war and is still keeping them.

Bill McCloud picked up his rucksack and headed for the small Inn. He was to meet his contact there. He knew nothing about her other that it was a she. Several American agents had been lost, So the Yanks asked Ottawa for his services. He didn't like it but orders are orders. Just two days in East Germany and he was really on edge. He went to the meeting place took a seat at an out of the way table and waited.

 

[cgraven]

Introductions

Female agent to meet McCloud

Good guys 3, male or female

Adversaries:

1 CO = commanding Officer, male or female
4 Henchmen, male or female

You are welcome when positions full we will start. On or about 14 Oct. Please introduce you RP and set it up in the Village.

Inn- girl = Natalia

Square- good guys

1 =

2 =

3 =

East German HQ- CO = Colonel von Thorbrunner

Henchmen:

1 = taken - gal

2 = taken - guy

3 =

4 =

Please note which parts are taken.

 

[TygerEyez]

ooc: I'd love to play your contact. If you have any certain direction you want, please pm me.

bic:

She was just another girl, walking into an inn and selecting her booth quietly, removing her coat and fingered gloves from thin, pale arms. At least, that's how she appeared on the outside. Inside, she was a secret agent quiet but lethal, and willing to share her secrets, but only for a good cause. That or money. Whichever was offered.

Natalia lifted the hat from her blond hair, smoothing the perfectly curled sides. Not to impress her contact, of course, but to keep up the seblance of a normal East German girl out for a drink. Of course, the fact that she sat alone was uncommon, but she came here often enough not to question.

The town knew her. But they didn't know what she did. Taking a careful glance around the inn she spied a man who could be her contact. The description was right.

"It is a beautiful night tonight, hmm? The moon is rising so beautifully."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel von Thorbrunner

Colonel Thorbrunner commands the East German equivalent of the KGB - the Staatspolezi -in this part of the State. His own special interest is counterintelligence. Headquarters is in the old city of Dresden. Colonel Thorbrunner's parents were killed in the allied bombing of Dresden during the second World War. He hates westerners and has grown up in the "Democratic Republic of Germany." Although headquarters is in a forbidding building in Dresden, the service has operations throughout the German State. The colonel is known for his ruthless efficiency and dedication to the State and to rooting out foreign spies. The colonel would have been a poster for the old Nazi State. He is 6', blond hair, and blue eyes that cut to your very soul. He justifies his cruel methods as required in the interest of the State. The Colonel does not like Russians, but understands that their support - for the moment - is necessary in postwar Germany.

 

[cgraven]

Bill McCloud

The long afternoon was fading into early evening when he notices a young woman crossing the square. She entered the traces of the little inn. The gir's movements where fluid and graceful, an air of confidence about her. In one flawless motion she removed the hat, smoothing her golden blond tresses, and sliding into a booth not far from where I sat. Just another East German girls out for a drink, or was she. I noticed that she sat alone, uncommon for some one with her looks, but they seemed to know her.

Steady lad keep your wits about you.

Her eyes calmly surveyed all that was aboout her pausing a little longer than necessary on me. This struck me as funny. I had adopted the ability years ago to be in a crowed of two and have them remember the other fellow, a shadow not worth noticing, common, and unimpressive. Then her eyes traveled on.

It was quite too early for the partiers or what past for partiers in this country. I casually scanned the square looking for the back up the yanks promised would be here, nothing. You could spot those CIA types a mile off too much Joe college about them. God what I'd give for just one of the 4F's that had made up the OSS. They where, brains over bronzes types, able to think an act under pressure, how I missed them.

I barely caught, almost missed, when she commented to the barmaid: "It is a beautiful night tonight, hmm? The moon is rising so beautifully."

So that was my contact. I sat there a while just biding my time.

Patience is a virtue they say. In my line of work it is a necessity or your dead!

Casually I put down my paper " Yes it is, but I prefer a Canadian sunset."

I had given the counter sign, making no effort to hide my obvious Canadian accent. I waited.

God who came up with these recognition codes he should be shot .

 

[TygerEyez]

ooc: changing to first person format.

ic:

Ahh.. so it was him.

I smiled coyly, creasing my cheeks with a tiny dimple near my mouth. I picked up the drink the barmaid had set before me, and walked closer to him. I tried for all the world to make it look like flirtation. An extra swing to my hips, a hand coursing my thigh as I moved, a teasing smile on my face: all part of the act.

It seemed realistic. He was attractive, that much I could tell. But the dim lights of the Inn underplayed much of his features.

I placed my drink on his table, and smiled. "I have never been to see a Canadian sunset. Would you mind if I sat, and listened to a description?"

 

[cgraven]

Bill McCloud

She smiled down at me as she placed her drink on my table.

"I have never been to see a Canadian sunset. Would you mind if I sat, and listened to a description?"

Her English was good, just a hint of a German or east European accent. Couldn't quite tell. I kissed her hand and gave her my best boyish Canadian smile.

"Please have a seat." my German was halting like any other tourist. In reality in was flawless. I had been on to many assignments behind enemy lines during the war.

She glided into the chair next to me. All smiles, a youthful playfulness.

" English?" " My German is pretty bad"

A simple, "Yes" was her reply. We proceed through the usual small talk of exchanging names."......Bill McCloud .....Traveling on business.......Natalia fairly new in town..... Worked for a tractor company, Sales rep"

"Canadian sunsets............" I launched into my description until those around us became bored.

My voice lowered naturally as I spoke, nothing to draw attention. For her part Natalia linked her arms in one of mine, leaning very close, appearing to hang on my every word. All, in all a rather natural scene of and older tourist and a younger woman, looking for some free drinks until something better came along.

It came time to get down to business. The rest of the patrons bored with us, They had seen it all a hundred times before.

Gazing longingly into her eyes I gave her a shy kiss and whispered "Natalia" then moving closer in a hushed whisper, "You have some information for me?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thorbrunner

OOC: we need more players..

IC: Brushing an imaginary mote of dust from his immaculately tailored grey Stasi uniform, Colonel Thorbrunner entered his local HQ. The quarters were small - but appropriate for this little town a hundred kilometers from Dresden. The main level held the Colonel's office, a space for a few staff, and stairs that led to the lower level. The lower level, like all Stasi buildings, held some small cells and a room dedicated to "special interrogation."

 

[faith]

Cristyne Lyse Nachtman

OOC-Cristyne Nachtman- Rank: Master Staff Sargent under the command of Thorbrummer. More background to come....

I.C.
Stepping out of the office, I see the Colonel entering the building.

"Sir, I have some papers that have just been recieved from the High Command. Orders say they are for your eyes only."

Handing the folder over to my commander. I can't help thinking what a handsome man he is.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thorbrunner

......at first annoyed at the interruption to my thoughts, I glance at the Feldwebel who just spoke. As her words register, I extend my hand for the papers.....giving a stiff half-bow from the waist. With a click of my heels, I head to my small office in this rather provincial town.

The papers reveal that HQ has determined that several western spies have possibly been inserted into the area. They are so amateurish...these westerners. They do not have the stomach for this work. Pressing a button on my desk, I wait for the door to open......

 

[TygerEyez]

Natalia

I smiled at him, returning the chaste kiss. "Yes, I do," I whispered softly. "But not here. There are too many people."

I lifted my hand, running my fingers along his forehead as if infatuated by the man. Up close now, it wasn't hard to see why it was believable.

"I have a place, down the road, where we can discuss things more privately. It is secure, and there are no tricks. I promise."

 

[faith]

Cristyne

Opening the door, knowing that I am being observed...I come to attention.

"Sir"
Seeing Thorbrunner seated comfortable behind the wide expanse of his desk, I await his orders. I feel his eyes taking in everything. He let's the silence stretch out between us, re-enforcing his position of command

"Come in and close the door behind you"

"Yes sir", I reply as I close the door. The moment the door closes everything changes. With my back to the door, head held high I approach the desk. Never loosing eye contact, I round the corner of the desk. Hiking up the tight skirt of my uniform, I straddle Thorbrunners thighs. Feeling his hand burrow in to my hair ripping the pins away, He drags my mouth down to his. Putting my hands on his shoulder I push, he allows a small space between our lips...

"As pleasant as this is Thorbrunner...I didn't travel all the way from Russia to be your gofer of a sergeant. I'm special ops, this office work is a waste of my ...considerable talents. And I am getting...bored."

 

[Swashbuckler]

OOC: Mind if I join you guys? I want to play a bad guy, hehe.

Rhienholt Hinkle:
30
6'2" 200 lbs
High cheek boned, blonde, pale blue eyes.
Revels in "heavy" work.


IC:

Having recieved Col. Thorbrunner's summons, I hurried myself to his office. I saw that the door was closed, but from the tone of the message I knocked one and entered. The cigarette nearly slipped from my lip as I noticed that I had interupted Thornbrunner about to give some dictation, "Excuse me, Herr Colonel, Frauline, please do not let me interupt." I clicked my heels and reached again for the door, smoke encircling my head as I turn around through it.

 

[cgraven]

OOC

Swashbuckler welcome contact col. by PM for instructions

 

[cgraven]

OOC

Now taking applications for all remaining roles. Just for fun there will be a double agent on both sides. Only that person will know who it is, PM for position.

For roles not already assigned please PM, still open. Will still start 13 or 14 Oct.
If you are all ready playing post and develop you character and relationship for your side.

All good guys {?} will work for / contact McCloud.

Will be here Monday than on the road again.

cgraven

 

[faith]

Hearing the door close...

as Hinkle retreats, I push myself off Thorbrunner...

All business now, I drop the papers I had received by courier earlier on the desk.

"Sorry about that Col. Thorbrunner. There was not time to consult you. I received word from my embassy that Russian Intelligence suspects a double agent has been put into place at this headquarter. No one, not even Hinkle can be trusted. My orders are to appear more...approachable."

With a sultry laugh." The things we do for our homelands. No hard feeling?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thorbrunner

Amused in spite of myself, a small smile crosses my lips. "Feldwebel Nachtmann, you are commended for your quick thinking. For a moment, I thought you had lost your mind. I will deal with the fool who burst in in my own time. A spy, you say? Did your embassy give you any further information?"

As I spoke, my eyes looked at the Feldwebel for the first time. My orders are, unfortunately, to cooperate with the Russians. 'Still,' I mused, 'this one - for a change - does not look like she has been pulling plows and eating Bortsch. Besides, fraternization rules do not extend to foreign services.'

"Just to be safe, Feldwebel, give me the recognition code for this week." The code is a code within a code. English, to add confusion.

 

[faith]

The code is a code within a code...

Had I made a tactical error in trusting Thorbrunner with my identity? My orders were very specific. Cooperation with the Germans was essential if we were to win this "cold" war. Trust...could he be trusted?

“Sir…. The help envisioned may outwardly omit nothing. In savage reality, it significantly includes nothing genuine.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thorbrunner

......'sir' is not the recognition word, but, just perhaps, she was trying to recall it. And she had spoken in English. With one hand resting unobtrusively on the Walther PPK in my top desk drawer, I let my ice blue eyes bore into her....stripping her to the soul. In a voice that was sepulchural in tone I said, "Go on, Feldwebel, the word bitte."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Hinkle

I lit another cigarette, snorting out plumes of smoke through my nostrils in disgust as I paced the hallway outside Thornbrunner's office. "Summon me on urgent matters of state security, and having a pretty young slav girl on his lap when I arrive!" I thought to myself as I fumed. I was not accustomed to beign dismissed over such intrigues by the wiles of a Russian woman. "If there are matters that threaten the state," I thought to myself as I paced, my cigarette making wispy circles in my waving hand, "then I should be breifed on how best to liquidate such threats." I inhaled deeply on my cigarette as I thought this, pausing in my impatient pacing, "That is my function, liquidation of threats," I said aloud in a cloud of smoke, not caring if anyone heard me in the deserted hall. I stood there smoking quietly on the cigarette, and fuming in my mind.

 

[faith]

the language barrier.....

No matter how I try the words will not come…This English is such a clumsy language. German is not much better but…


“Ñóêà ìåíÿ äâîåòî÷èå”, I mutter …Realizing I have spoken out loud I can only hope Herr Colonel does not speak the mother tongue...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thorbrunner

......the phrase sounded like Greek - or perhaps Russian, but there really is no recognition code word. If she was a spy, she would have rattled off an English phrase. "One moment, Fraulein. I need to send the fool who is undoubtedly still outside on an errand."

"Hinkle," I bellowed at the top of my lungs, "Kommen sie herein." As I spoke, my eyes never left the Feldwebel's face...but, she is no mere Sergeant - if she was, she would have been grovelling in terror at my feet.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Hinkle

I heard the Thornbrunner's bellow from down the hall. I straighten my jacket and wlak calmly down the hall. I knock once quietly on the door before entering. Eyeing the Russian woman breifly as I enter, "Herr Colonel, you summoned me?" I ask quietly shutting the door behind me.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thorbrunner

"Ja, Kapitan, Go down to what passes for a tavern in this town....you know the place well no doubt. Sit somewhere out of the way and see if you can find a spy. Our brave leaders think that there might be a spy here. If there is, I want to personally interrogate that one." With an imperious gesture, I waved him to the door.....

 

[Swashbuckler]

Hinkle

I could not restrain my thin, cold smile as I clicked my heels at my orders, "One question, Herr Colonel," I asked coldly. "How much information do you want extracted from this spy?" The word spy passed form my lips in a jet of smoke like nails on a chalkboard. I darted my eyes over the Russian woman still in the office, as I waited for Thornbrunner's reply. It was apparent that the Colonel did indeed have good taste in his vodka.