Oliver went over and pulled a chair over from the dining room, placing it facing in her direction so that he could keep watch. Her injuries were not particularly life threatening at the moment, but without medical attention, that would deteriorate rapidly. Oliver adjusted himself as he sat down onto the chair, watching her rest until she was healthy again. He felt responsible for her now, and he was going to ensure that no Nazi would lay a finger on her, even if they knew it where she was. However, Oliver was unaware who she was. And how important she truly was to the movement. From all he knew, she was just a pretty women who had collapsed nearby him. Oliver could tell that she had done something, and that one thing was for sure, it was a struggle.
After Resnove left, she began to just relax. Something she had not done since breaking the mind control of Karl. She began thinking about what happened to Karl and her children. However what she did know was that Karl was probably working on a massive mind control project for Rene. Though today was her day of rest so Alexis decided to just pass that thought and research onto the mayors son who had replaced her on leadership duties for today. She kicked off her heels and relaxed on the couch watching some more unedited Hollywood movies. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Meanwhile a package arrived in the office of the Fuhrer from the labs of Karl Freizung. It simply contained a syringe gun and some small vials filled with a strange liquid. A letter accompanied it, which wrote. My Fuhrer, In this package is the first prototype of the TR-12 syringe gun as well as a few vials for it. Currently my team has only been able to produce three liquids that are usable for this gun. The pink liquid is a mind control and alteration serum that so far has only been effective on the fairer sex, the dark blue is a knock out serum and the final red one is more of a support type which will help seal up bullet wounds almost instantly. To use just insert the wanted vial into the circular slot on the back of the gun, twist it clockwise to lock it in and fire at the persons neck. Anywhere else and the serum's will not work. Currently we have provided you wit 5 of each. Please bear in mind the maximum range of this is 10 yards with an optimum of 5. yours faithfully, Karl Freizung, SS Wissenschaftliche Forschungsabteilung
Rene looked at the package he received and could not help but feel delighted about the technology. A medical fluid that would repair bullet woulds almost instantly was far too valuable to be let to waste. He could imagine that in the military or the battlefield, an injured solider would be shot in the neck by this fluid and be back fighting quickly. It's practical use was immeasurable, but the mind-control aspect interested him even more. If it was still possible, he could bring Alexis back to Karl. There was no need for her to still be killed by his assassins, she needed to be captured, again. But instead of putting himself at risk and shooting Alexis in the neck, he'll let Karl perform the deed. Once she was brought back, he needed to use it in a way to keep the populace under control. He took a pen and wrote back. Dear Karl This is incredible! I however need to ask for your red fluid to be mass-produced somehow in the near future, you will receive 4X more funding for this to happen. I think we can wait a little longer to bring Alexis back, but until then, keep up the good work. - R
After a bit of waiting, the main barged back in out of breath and carrying a small bag of medical supplies. He set the bag down near Ella before closing all the blinds and curtains in the room. After that was done, he returned to her and got a pair of scissors, a bottle of disinfectants, a small rag. "Nazistowski patrol." he muttered, cutting her bandages off her leg and dabbing the rag in the disinfectants before cleaning off off he can with it, eliciting a gasps and whines from her.
Oliver rose from the seat and bowed slightly to the man out of respect. "Przepraszam na chwilę" (Please excuse me...) was all that he said before he walked away from the house, placing his hand on his German 'Adder' pistol (Which is essentially a Desert Eagle) while he put his hand on the doorknob and went through the door. There was a deathly silence for a few seconds afterwards before there was screaming in German, then extremely loud gun-shots and rifle fire until there was absolutely nothing. Silence continued for a few moments before Oliver returned again, slightly covered by blood splatter with his pistol in his hand and more ammo. "Przepraszam za to." (Sorry about that.) Oliver replied before sitting back down and watching over the women, who was now showing signs of life.
(I got no clue if Scarecrow had already posted or not or if he deleted or not, but the old man and I were captured by him, and if I were hallucinating that he did post then I'll delete this post ) Reznove sat in the car along side the old man with a pistol pointing at both of them. Reznove couldn't help but stare at the large man, looking into the black lenses of his mask. It wasn't that he was afraid which he wasn't, he was curios to what was under the mask. The old man looked at Reznove, "You alright there?" "Yes yes I'll be fine," Reznove looked down trying to think of ways to escape all of this mess. "Hey, you wanna hear a joke?" Asked the old man. "Sure, why not?" "So a man is in bed with his wife a they're having sex. Their six year old son peeks into the room and catches the parents attention before he runs away into his room. The wife said, "Maybe you should go check on him." So, he gets dressed and goes to the boys room, but he stops as he hears a noise in his mothers room. He opens the door and found his son on top of his grandmother dry humping her, the boy turns to the father and says, "Not so funny when its your own mother now is it?" Reznove laughed a little hard than normal at the joke. Foster couldn't help but laugh as well, "Where in the hell did you come up with that one?" He said trying to catch his breath, these Russians may not be so bad after all. "I made it up," The old man said trying to keep a straight face, "It took a while trying to come up with it, so there it is."
The man was finishing up stitching the wound as Oliver walked backed in. He wrapped Ella's leg up in fresh new bandage, gathered up the medical supplies, and stood up to face Oliver. "You must go, no longer safe here for anyone." he pointed back Ella. "Take her with you."
Oliver rose from his chair and shook hands with the man and replied in English. "I must thank you for you help, your work shall be repaid when the Reich will be no more." Oliver then went over to pick up Ella and place him on his back while he held the medical supplies in his left hand, using his right hand to open the door and leave the home as he waved goodbye. He then went over to the the Volkswagen van that the Nazi's had arrived in, and their bodies surrounded. The roof and the window was made of a bullet-proof glass, and had a surprising amount of armor that was capable of surviving multiple mine explosions considering it was only a standard transport. Oliver opened the back doors and placed Ella down on the back seat, putting a seat belt on her if there were to be a crash and to also prevent her body flying everywhere Oliver simply made a sharp-turn. Placing the medical supplies on the front seat, he got into the driver's seat and closed the door before taking off away from the town. He had to get her somewhere safe, and the best place was to meet up in a small town in Germany, where from what he knew, was the origin of the Chaplin Movement.
The giant had pushed the two in the back one of the Ordnungspolizei armored vans, cuffing their hands and feet and sitting them down. Several armed Orpos had gotten in as well, and the driver of the armored vehicle took off, following the Fahle Pferd. _________________________________________________________ All across Europe, primarily France, there were killings that were committed secretly and quietly in the night. The suspected traitors were being hunted down and interrogated in dark places, very dark places, and then were killed; set on fair, gutted alive, dragged through the ghettos on sharp, broken glass and harsh, salty concrete and hung by their entrails. Then they were burned alive, their bodies piling the ghettos that were usually filled by Jews, which to them was only a sign that one of them had done something tremendously unforgivable to one of the SS, and no one knew the better. However, some of the people spilled their guts, listing names of people they had grouped with to form a rebellious group against the Empire, and were sent to the Camps, only to await a different kind of painful, agonizing death. ___________________________________________________________ Adrian drove towards a Gestapo Established Quarters, where he planned on interrogating both the old and young man, though it would be half an hour drive. He knew that Protocol 13 was in action, which meant that sooner or later, he would find information that would lead him to something big. What was only known between the giant and Rene was the fact that some of the traitors would be allowed to live. There was nothing Adrian liked better than something like this, and it gave the perfect opportunity to highly intimidate any and all enemies of the Reich. But he was a ready, cautious man. If things went wrong, or something bad happened, Protocol 27 would be put to order. But for now, he was ready to meet an old friend... the Death Dealer of Kuanas.
Rene wasnt the only one who got the syringe gun. Alexis opened the the package to find the same syringe gun with the same amount of vials. Though of course the letter was different. What it read was simple it was from a highly intelligent scientist who worked on the creation of the V1 and V2 rockets. He also decided to join her cause and is now Speers top science advisor. Already working on modifying it to make it better that its Nazi equivalent. She then heard a engine in the distance, quickly putting on some 3 inch heels she went out to meet the arrivals.
The car pulled up just outside the building where Alexis was, Oliver taking the medical supplies after the car stopped and taking Ella as he piggybacked her towards the building, attaching the supply bag onto his belt. Once he shut the door and began to walk towards the building, he noticed the beautiful women exit. If the locals and radio reports were true, this was Alexis Tyler, leader of the Chaplin movement. Once he stopped moving, Ella groaned on his back quietly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Alexis. My name is Oliver Mathews, former 10 year veteran of the Australian Special Air Service Regiment. Before we can both sit down, I'm afraid that my companion here is injured and needs a place to rest. I found her at least 150 miles east from what remains of the Brest Concentration Camp in Poland. Her injuries are not particularly life threatening, but she does require attention." Oliver introduced himself before noticing a look on the handsome women's face. "Do you know her?"
"I've ran into her before. I ended up driving an explosive rigged car into some SS soldiers before Rene became fuhrer. I believe she was with me. Along with a young girl." Alexis surveyed the wounds and medical equipment. "Anyway there's a doctors office just across the village square just look for the green cross. The doctor there's quite skilled he healed my wounds from the Hitler funeral ambush pretty fast." she pointed in the direction of the small clinic and did a quick scan over Oliver, checking him out and she was not displeased =.
Foster was in the back with the two prisoners, "So, Exactly WHY do you help with the resistance? You'll have a better chance working with the German's." The old man and Reznove laughed, "Yeah right, who in the hell would work with you devils?" "I'm just throwing out a suggestion-" "Maybe you should hold your tongue Reznove," The old man said, "We have help along the way." -Meanwhile- Two Volkswagens sped up to the German car, one of the men threw a grenade out in front of the enemy car. Few moments later, it exploded right underneath the vehicle. The men began readying their rifles, preparing to save their comrades.
Ellla's mind finally came back to after a while of blackness. Her eyes slowly opened, trying to adjust to the light while reaming perfectly still. As her eyes adjusted, she could barely make out at a woman, a building, and a man carrying her. She couldn't tell if they were Nazi or not but she didn't want to find out later. She quickly pushed off of his back with one of her hands while drawing out stolen pistol with the other. As she landed, her shot leg came down first, causing her to drop down on a knee with a yelp but she still held the gun pointed at the man unsteadily. She tried speaking but could only muster up exasperated breaths and worried look on her face.
"Oh dear, I figured that would have happened sooner or later" Oliver noticed as he felt Ella push off his back and managing to take his sidearm while falling and aiming it at her. He had a slight smile on his face as he noticed Ella on the pavement, confused about what was happening. He bent downwards and smiled as he noticed Ella aim the weapon at his head and try to fire, only a click being sounded. He then gently took the weapon from her and pointed to it while removing the ammo clip. "No ammo" Oliver replied before turning back to Alexis. "It's something I've learn't, not to have ammo in the weapon straight away. It sounds foolish in theory but...it these cases, very useful. I have another sidearm with actual rounds however if I were to be attacked." Oliver then faced Ella again. "Doctors are down the road, I've done all I can to help with your injuries. Come with me."
Ella look confounded before standing up, favoring her wounded leg. She simply nodded and followed, keeping her eyes to the ground.
The Giant plowed through the grenade in his car, the silvery front now black and scorched. Adrian pulled out his pistol, carefully aimed, and shot at the other car’s gas tank resulting in an explosion that caused the enemy car to flip over and crash. He pulled sideways and stopped, causing the second enemy car to screech to a halt, but suddenly, the Giant had gotten out of his car, and using his massive strength, flipped the enemy vehicle upside-down. He had looked into the car at the almost-unconscious men inside, and shot them in the heads. He had the two good corpses put into a preserving chamber inside the back of his car for later. He had signaled the armored vehicle behind him that they would be continuing, and drove the Fahle Pferd towards his old friend that was waiting for him... ___________________________________________ The ragged man looked at the long metal bar he had dispatched so many Jews with. It was bloody, and rusted over. He was very fond of his possession of this unique item and took it with him into the dark interrogation room, feeling the leather of the straps on the wooden chair that claimed about as many lives as he had. Klaus Hosenfeld was a fairly medium size man, six feet, three inches, 278 pounds. Short, dark blonde hair and grey-blue eyes could only compliment his rugged face. He looked like a mugger right out of New York City, but he was German. He smoked his cigar as he set himself into the chair, his mostly grey uniform and black boots heavy on him, which meant that he was indeed happy to rest for a moment. He scratched his rough stubble as he waited for a friend of his, and the only man that he feared above all others...
(I will not be on for the next 3-4 days due to internet issues.) Foster dropped the key, and looked at Reznove and the old man as they did the same. Foster looked down at the key and back at the two as they did the same thing at the same time, "Don't. Don't you dare-" Reznove launched himself towards the German, the Old Man quickly unlocking his chains and Reznoves. The old Russian found a small pipe and tore it from the fabric of the car and hit the troop in the back of the head, he then grabbed the pistol and shot the lock off of the door. Reznove took the body, pushed open the door and shoved him into the thick woods, the old man helping. They left the trooper and took off to the forest. From the distance they heard the trunk of a car shutting, "Go go go!" The old man said quietly. By now they should be a little far from the German vehicles, there were too many trees for the giant to run through, and for any vehicles to pass through, these Geramn would need a large tank or something to plow through the trees.
