World War II: Behind Enemy Lines - (IC)

[Avellan13]

The plane was flying over a gathering of dark clouds and the loud howling of the wind, as the plane passed through the sky, did little to lighten the mood of Mike and the other passengers. Mike stared out throught the open doorway at the scene before him, lost in thought. He couldn't believe that this was happening, being dropped into occupied France.

Shifting his view away from the sight, Mike looked around at everyone else. About 9 other people were in the plane with him; Robert Smith, Alex Wilson, Jack Newmen, Paige Wilson, Evan Williams, Jennifer Powell, Micheala Anderson, Eric Roberts and his brother Ron Roberts.

Mike saw the light, next to the doorway, go red.

Robert Smith, their leader, got up and shouted, "Ok stand up."

Everyone got up.

Still shouting over the howling wind, "Check your parachutes and hook up to the line."

Mike checked that his chute was in order, then took the hook and attached it to the overhead cable.

Roberts continued, "Call out for checkup."

Everyone called out, patting the person in front of them on the shoulder, to tell them their gear was in working order.

The clouds arourd the plane cleared and what Mike saw was complete chaos. Hundreds of other planes were flying in the sky like theirs while below, German anti-air guns fired up at them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCwB7LHk-p4&feature=related

The red light turned green, giving them the "all clear" signal to jump. Mike walked over to the open doorway, took a deep breath, and leaped out of the plane.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

(OOC: Bold = German, Italic = French, Normal = English)

The stupid idiot, how do you wage war on three fronts? Raphael felt like punching the desk, the wall, just by lack of driving that fist into the Fuhrer's face.

"Hauptsturmführer, wir haben die gefangenen gesichert, um die sie gebeten haben" (Captain, we have secured the prisoners that you have requested)

He looked up at the Oberscharführer and nodded his head,

"Gut Oberscharführer, sie werden entlassen." (Good Sergeant, you are dismissed)

He took a sip from his water, and got up from the desk where he was working, donned his cap and exited from the room. He walked briskly down the hallway, the soldiers scampering out of his way and snapping to attention, with salutes as he passed, he returned the salutes. He nodded to the guard at the door of one room and entered, looking at the three men and woman seated on hard, wooden benches.

"Good evening lady and gentlemen, now before I start to ask questions, let me tell you that any deception on your part, will be met with a swift end. I hope my French is understandable enough for you."

He looked from one pair of eyes to the other to make his intentions clear,

"Now just answer yes or no, that is all I need to know for now. You are French Resistance."

The one man nodded,

"Good, then let me inform you of this, my superiors would have you shot, but I will not. The guard outside this door, do not understand any French. Would you want to go free?"

He could understand the confusion that was very clear on their faces, he raised an eyebrow,

"Well?"

The whole group nodded slowly and gave them a grim smile,

"One last question, is there any mayor operations in progress that you know about?"

A pause to think and they all shook their heads, he nodded his head and opened the door.

"Inform Oberscharführer Lufte that our information was incorrect, these people are free to go."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima had returned to france in march 1943, where she had enough relatives to be taken care of. She had no worry to take a ship to Tangier, back at home. She had lived many years in france and got along well, so she stayed, while more and more of her relative and friends moved back, some of them to support their country, if the german army should try to conquer morroco as well, others leaving europe in fear of the invasion there. She even stayed when her hosts took the next overcrowded ship, but she promised to follow with the next one in june, and she knew this time there was no excuse left to stay. But the excuse came unexpected, as france got occupied and war was declared next day, and there was no way out. She was trapped, and it became worse with Reynoud, who established the vichy-regime, putting an end to the third republic. She didn't have much choice as to accept as she was asked to work as translator by the new govertment. Her knowledge in english, french, arabic and even some spanish gave her a job that she needed after she had lost contact with her family. She didn't have much choice either as the resistance asked her to pass the information she gathered as translator. But she hadn't translated anything concerning military secrets, so she wondered if her informations were of any use at all. The next thing she had to do for them was to talk with morrocon migrants who were useful for the resistance. Some were wealthy, others poor and desparate enought to do anything crazy and violent they were asked, and as a member of a good family, she had some influence. She had lost her job as translator - probably they did not trust her, but they had not distrusted her enough to arrest her yet. She moved away, but she was contacted by the resistance again.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike was falling through open sky. He heard an explosion and, looking up, he saw that the plane he had jumped out of a moment ago had been shot by anti-aircraft bullets and exploded into a million pieces.

Bits of hot metal and sparks showered across the sky and passed by Mike.

Regaining his senses, Mike remembered that his was falling and he hadn`t activated his parachute. Pulling a string his chute opened and Mike felt a sense of weightlessness and a lurching in his gut as he quickly slowed down in his descent.

After a minute, Mike saw that he was almost to the ground. He was about a dozen feet from the ground before his chute got caught in a nearby tree.

"Aww dammit!" Mike cursed. He was struck in one of the worst places to be. He was alone in enemy territory and completely vulnerable. Mike reached for his knife and began hacking at the ropes that were holding him. After a few slashes he successfully hacked through the ropes then fell down to the ground.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

This time they wanted her for a spy job. She protested. She had no experience with that, her oriental features and arabic accent were to conspicious, and there should be plenty of younger french women to take this job better. But she learned thatb they exactly looked for someone like her. There was a french officer who just came from northafrica and was going to return there the next morning, and he had an important letter with him, that he should give to the sister of an important morrocon military man. She had to play the sister and get the letter, and take it to the resistance. At first, it went quite well. She fooled the officer and got the letter. Her worst fear did not come through. She wasn't even as worried of failing or getting arrested, but of the thought that she had to give her body. But he was all polite and she left. But then the trouble started. The hideout of the resistance was busted - only one of them got away and warned her just in time before she walked in. She wanted to give him the letter, but he refused. It was to important and safer with her then him. They seperated and she was meant to take it to an adress he gave her. It was far away, and it was difficult to get there. She managed to hire a car that should take her some part of the way, but they just ran into germans. She was lucky; there seemed to be no evidence against her and let her go. But they confiscated the car, and there was nothing left to her then to walk to the nearest village and find a way to get on. Her money and a good story gave her access to a small room in a farmes house, although the people were suspicous of her, but not of the money they got. Just as she was trying to find someone to get her on, there was alarm. Planes were approaching, and germans were assembling around the village.

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela cursed. So this was what the brass considered a 'covert operation'? She had not known that this would involve a welcome committe of anti aircraft fire. Live and learn.

She quickly stowed away the parachute she just had slipped out of and tried her best to hide it in some nearby bushes. She had been lucky to avoid one of the larger trees. Despite that it was probably good that they had landed in some forest, at least they were no sitting ducks now. Her face and hands were already covered in camouflage paint, allowing her to even better blend in with her surroundings. Marksmanship is only one of the ingredients of being a good sniper, stealth is of at least equal importance.

Once she was ready to go she first checked out Sam. It appeared he had overcome the drop unsathed, causing her to produce a breif sigh of relief. With the rifle firmly in her grip she felt a lot better again, and her eyes surveyed her surronding. She had a rough idea where Mike, who had left the plane right before her, had landed, and as soon as she had assured herself that no enemies were in the close vicinity she started to quietly move in that direction, using cover as much as possible so that she would not be detected my some random German patrol passing by. Finally she noticed his moving form in one of the trees ahead of her, and after a quick check of his surroundings with her binoculars, continued to move in on him.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike hit the ground and had the wind knocked out of him as he fell on his back. Carefully getting up, he looked around. He was alone. The sound of the anti aircraft guns still went off and the planes could be heard overhead. Other than that, he felt as though he was safe, for now.

He thought he heard the sound of I something behind him.

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela came up behind Mike. It felt comforting that her stealth skills had not rusted, and that she could get that close before he finally noticed her. And if she could fool Mike, she surely could fool most of the Germans.

Ahh, now he had noticed. She raised from the bushes and waved him a short greeting before she walked up to him and whispered at him "Good to see you Captain, but I fear most of our plane did not make it."

 

[Avellan13]

Mike turned and saw Michaela causing him to smile. He was glad she was around for two reasons. One because she was an excellent soldier and knew how to fight. Second was that he had a crush on her. Who wouldn`t. She had an amazing body and wonderful personality.

He shook his head to clear his thought. This wasn`t the time nor place to be thinking such foolish thoughts. "Yes, the plane exploded shortly after I jumped out. I think we are the only ones who survived."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

The alarms sounded just as he was busy taking off his officer's cap, he tossed it onto the coat rack, grabbed his helmet and secured it, before picking up his MP 40 and rushed outside.

"What is going on?"

The guard saluted him and he hurriedly snapped back the salute,

"Hauptsturmführer, there is American planes flying over us and Paratroopers are deploying!"

"Get into defensive positions..."

A loud explosion sounded over the AA fire and a cheer went up from the crew, that meant that a plane had exploded. Also judging from the guard's report it seemed that the payload wasn't fully discharged.

"Belay that order, minimum guard, send out a search party and apprehend those soldiers who land."

"Yes Hauptsturmführer!

"The guard snapped another crisp salute and rushed down the corridor to call the available troops, Raphael made his way to the outside, his eyes scanning for any signs of parachutes, of course there would be none against the dark sky, but he looked anyway. Within moments his search party was assembled and he lead them in the direction that the AA-crew had reported parachutes deployed.

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela coolly replied to her commanding officer while she continued to scan her surroundings "Paige and Evan also made it out before the plane blew up, sir, but I think they were ripped to shreds in midair by the German anti aircraft fire. So yes, we are probably on our own. What are we supposed to do now? Do we have any rendezvous points?"

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike sighed, "I.. I don`t know what to do. I`m just a medic." He looked around and then pulled off his backpack. Reaching inside, he grabbed a map of France and a compass. The light from the moon was barley enough for him to see anything on it.

After doing some calculation and checking his memory and the rate at which they traveled, he came to a shocking conclusion. "We`re not anywhere near our destined drop zone. We`re off by about..." but he was cut short by the sounds of rifles clicking all around them.

A voice, speaking English in a thick German accent, shout saying, "Halt! Drop the weapons and put you hands in the air, now!"

Taking a quick lok around, Mike saw about 8 Germans, but knew that there had to be more hiding somewhere. Mike, not having a weapon in his hand, raised his hands in the air.

 

[Cherubian]

What the???

Michaela's eyes darted around her as the soldiers suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Inwardly she was kicking herself that she had not noticed them at all, way to go girl. She felt like an idiot now, and vowed to never make that mistake again. If she got out of this situation alive.

So seeing no other option she slowly bent dwon and carefully placed Sam on the floor in front of her. No way she would just drop him. Then she got up again just as slowly and raised her hands up in the air so the Germans could see them, while she kept watching them warily.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

"Hauptsturmführer! Klaus! Hermann! We have found them!"

Raphael heard these words and moved towards the sound and lights, when he arrived he found that his attention was drawn to the woman first. Very Slavic looking, but what really lifted his spirits was the insignia on the male's uniform, a captain. Now that would be something he could use for his own reasons.

"Good work men, you are certain that there was no other?"

"Yes sir, they said as much to each other"

Raphael nodded,

"Secure them,"

he turned his attention to the captives and smiled grimly, before speaking in flawless English,

"I am very glad that you decided to drop in, we don't have many visitors in this area. Come along, let me show your accommodation."

He led the way as the soldiers cuffed and marched the two prisoners after him.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike was shock at the man speak in flawless English. He must be the leader. Mike and Michaela were cuffed and lead off. After several minutes, when they reach the German`s base, he and Michaela were seperated.

He now found himself in an empty room, secured to a chair. He looked up as the door opened.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He had decided to interrogate the captain and allowed Oberscharführer Lufte to interrogate the woman, he knew that it wasn't one of the best ideas as she was quite a stunning woman and Lufte was known for his brutal ways with women, but at the moment he had not much of a choice. He had chucked his helmet and he wore his officer's cap again along with his black trenchcoat. He entered the room and sat down opposite the captain,

"Before we start, would you like some water? A cigarette? Unfortunately I can't offer you food as the cook already cleaned up the canteen."

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike looked up at the man with raised eyebrows. "No, I`m fine thank you."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He nodded,

"Good, now I am very familiar that you are only able to tell me your rank, name, surname and unit. Then after that they taught you that I will torture you and try to break you down to get answers from you."

Raphael chuckled,

"Well I'm not going to do that. Oh of course you can give you your little rhyme, I'd love to hear that, but I would also like to hear if you were part of an elite team, sent into German held territory to take out certain targets and eliminate the Fuhrer. Please let's keep this civil, I have no need to cause you physical harm."

 

[Avellan13]

"My name is Mike Adams. Captain, 2nd class. Unit is... was an airborne division. As for why we are here, it`s pretty obvious. We`re here to liberate France." He didn`t know why, but Mike felt like this man was telling he truth.

"What`s your name?"

 

[Cherubian]

As they entered the German base - an old building in the center of the village with secondary buildings surrounding a courtyard - Michaela tried her best to memorize as much of its layout as possible, on the off chance that she might actually find a way to escape. Not a likely scenario, but better be prepared. Once inside they were immediately separated, and it was obvious that the captain was the main attraction.

She herself was led to the basement, and although she could not understand what the two soldiers escorting her were saying, the tone of their voice was quite unambiguous. But they did nothing besides commenting on her, and finally they led her into what must be a makeshift alternate interrogation room. Rough stones could still be discerned in the basement walls, and the furniture consisted only of a crude table and two equally primitive chairs. The whole room was illuminated by a single naked lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.

The two soldiers forced her to sit down on one of the chairs, and as a goodbye present one of them groped her breasts, before they left the room, laughing. They locked the door behind them and left her waiting for who would come next. It did not take long before she could again hear steps approaching.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima had been on the other side of the village, to talk to a farmer who owned a horse cart and might bring her out. Before she got close, she had heard and seen the planes. She did not know if they would drop bombs, and she hid on the ground, close to the building. She saw a man, running along the street, a peasant. Maybe the one she wanted to see. He run along the street, heading to the center of the village. "Germans! All around the village1 I saw them in the woods!" He did not notice her and dissapeared. soon she heard the thunder of anti aircraft guns all around. She really was sorrounded. Then there was a terrible noise, and she saw a ball of fire in the skie, and soon some fragments rained down, but luckily she was not hit. Everything was quite then. She waited a while, then she walked on toward the lonely farmhouse. There was smoke coming up. The main house hat been hit by debris. She got carefully closer, as she saw somebody lying on the ground. She quickly turned away her eyes at the ghastly sight as she got close. It was a dead soldier, an american as she could see from the uniform. There were remains of a parachute. So it were american planes. An allie invasion? She heard something, and quickly got into a shed, looking for a place to hide.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

He chuckled,

"My name is Raphael Gurber. So you wish to liberate France? Let me guess that there is units on their way to Africa, Holland and Russia for the liberation of the people."

He stretched out on the chair,

"So Captain Adams, you are not here to kill our glorious leader?"

The tone in what he said "glorious leader" made it very clear that sarcasm was the only thing he could display without other people near him.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Oberscharführer Lufte

He pushed open the door and walked in, he grinned at the woman tied to one of the chairs, he spoke in heavy accented English,

"If women now fight for America, the Third Reich is close to taking over the pitiful excuse of a country. What is your name?"

He took a seat on the table, his eyes more focused on her breasts than on her face.

 

[Cherubian]

Michaela looked up on the Oberscharführer without any visible emotion. His entry in the room had sparked some hope in her for two reasons. First, he was disregarding her for being a woman, and second, he was obviously more interested in her female attributes than anything else. In short, he was underestimating the potential danger she could pose.

Other things were working to her favour as well. Had they just used some rope to tie her up, she might have been in a severe bind, but instead they were content to handcuff her hands behind her back. People rely on handcuffs far too much. While she had been waiting she had been able to extract one thin metal bolt from the band of her wristwatch, and give it a ninety degree bend. With that she had started to work on the keyhole of the handcuffs. She was a little rusty, but given a bit more time she would get them open.

If the SS officer was willing to give her this time by busying himself with her tits, he was welcome. So she pulled her shoulders back imperceptively to make her bosom stand out even more and looked him straight into the eyes as she calmly replied "My name is Michaela Anderson, First Lieutenant, 23rd airborne division."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Oberscharführer Lufte

"Michaela, sounds Russian, so Russian whore, what are you doing here?"

Of course he caught the move to make her breasts stand out more and he welcomed it, it was a welcome relief to the usual small breasted French women, all of them screaming and spitting out vulgarities.