Rene, adorned with dozens of medals across his jet black uniform soon walked into the office before entering a wide room painted in a dark red that looked like a library. He noticed a wooden desk, three chairs and one large black chair for the leader of the Nazi Party that looked like a throne. As he walked inside, he noticed an elderly father like figure sitting at the desk, wearing a green Nazi uniform with a red Nazi armband. Adolf Hitler’s bright blue eyes shined like Diamonds, Rene looked at his idol as he moved his legs together firmly and raised his arm towards him. “Heil Hitler!” Hitler looked at the figure and smiled. “Thank you Rene, you may sit down.” The moment he sat down, the Führer began to speak. “Has Himmler told you why you are here yet?” “He said nothing of the reason, my Führer. He only said that you needed to speak with me urgently.” Hitler nodded in agreement. “It would be like him to tell you that. Now, about our urgent matter. You might have already noticed that the amount of guards outside has tripped, and with good reason considering what I’m about to tell you. To make a long story short, we are going to war once more.” “Whom are we going to war against, my Führer?” Hitler then looked at the map behind him and cleared his throat to prevent a coughing fit. “Almost all of Europe is allied with us, with the exception of what used to be Great Britain and the last piece of the Soviet Union that hasn’t become another individual country. The Soviets wont attack us or would they be able to, it would be suicidal for them to do so. Britain has only just recovered from our mass scale firebombing Blitzkrieg, the country is still a wasteland by our terms and The French Republic would not attack us, knowing that they would be fighting a war on Three fronts and would therefore be suicidal. "What about the Tsar in the Archangel Empire?” “Don’t worry, the Tsar on good terms with us. There is one thing that does concern me, the only nation on the planet that might actually cause us harm.” “America.” The Führer gave Rene a warm smile. “Precisely. Now, they are the only other nation on the planet that has Nuclear Weapons. Even though they still suffer the effects from when we detonated a thermonuclear warhead on New York City and Boston, they have recovered quicker than most. The Emperor of Japan has been planning an enormous invasion of the West Coast for the past three years, we have been helping with this accomplishment. If you’re wondering about us attacking and occupying the East Coast, this won’t be the largest concern. This matter is more internal.” “Is the French Resistance being supplied by the United States?” Hitler gave another smile of surprise to Rene. “You catch on quickly, don’t you Rene. Now, the others shall be called in for this important news.”
Karl walked in and smiled. "Heil Hitler." He was followed by a bunch of other officers. He sat down on the seat left to Rene and shook hitlers hand. "Let me guess, world war 3." He remarked sarcastically. A trait he picked up when stationed over in Essex during the 50's. Hitler then nodded confirming his suspicions.
"If the Resistance manages to take back Paris, it's likely they would make an opening for the Americans. While America would be fighting a war in two fronts, it's not impossible for them to fight fiercely and would put the Reich at risk. So here is what is going to happen." "Rene Schneider. For your actions over the past two years in France, Germany and the Soviet Union, you are being promoted to the rank of Oberführer, the highest rank attainable in the SS without being a Military general. I want you to return to France, find the resistance hideouts and wipe them out entirely. You will be assisted with this task from other German generals. We have been dealing with rebels for over twenty years, Rene. It's about time that they are put down entirely. You will have 3,000 soldiers at your own disposal. Go with Germany." "Yes, my Führer. I wont disappoint you." Rene said as he stood up and saluted, walking out the door and closing it after.
"And you Karl shall be beside him. A Brigadeführer on the field. When this is done you may retire from action and work behind the scenes. You've earned it." Karl nodded and smiled and said a simple "Ich werde Sie nicht enttäuschen." before leaving to meet with his wife so she could here the good news but only the end bit not the whole world war 3 thing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alexis beamed with happiness when told the news of Karl's promotion. She Hugged him and kissed him, the other wives clearly jealous. While they were leaving Alexis cuddled up to Karl speaking to him in a sultry voice. "I guess you can try for as many babies as you want the week...meine führer." They the got in the car as they began planning to get everything packed. Karl was going to spend a lot of time in France and so decided instead of traveling to and from Berlin every so often he would just have to drive down to the french riviera.
After sleeping for quite a few hours into nighttime, Ella finally woke up, still slumped against the barricade. She walked upstairs to the guest room and found the girl still sound asleep. She glanced over the note again and removing two rolls of film from her camera. "I'll be back." She whispered before sliding out of the room exiting the hamlet through a back window in the kitchen. As she slipped the through window, she could see the lights of Paris off in the distance and slowly began her walk towards the Nazi-occupied city, keeping her eyes once-again open for any kraut troops.
Rene took the first jet out of Berlin and landed in Paris within a few hours. Once he landed, twelve highly armed bodyguards surrounded him as they left towards a building just outside the city's center in the suburb of Saint-Dennis. Upon arriving, he went downstairs several levels and met up with five different generals directing the annihilation of the French resistance in all of the Nazi Province of France (Half of the country is divided on the map in the OOC chat.) Not only was Rene a godsend from the Führer, he was the key of success. He walked upwards towards the map, the other generals simply looking at him shocked that the Oberführer had decided to assume control directly. He looked at the map of France and smiled as he pointed at the closest resistance bunker they have heard about, and also the weakest located a heartbeat outside of the city. "Divide et impera, Divide and Conquer. This is the easiest way of taking our enemy down, we start with the weaker positions then work our way upwards. If all goes well, we shall be done within a month. Expect resistance from our French foe, this is no longer their country. Clear a path for the Brigadeführer when he arrives, allow him room to have some oxygen. I have 3,000 at my disposal alone, but if you guys are here, then the numbers and supplies are vastly multiplied. " Rene then turned around with his back to the generals. "I'm expecting a massacre, don't disappoint me."
As she reached the outskirts of the city, Ella reached one of the many checkpoints dotting the entrances. She calmly walked towards it and presented her passport to one of the guards with a clipboard. He looked it before glaring at her. "Was machst du in die Stadt so spät heute Abend?"(What are you doing entering the city so late tonight?) he questioned, trying to read her face. She took a few moments to process what he said, trying to translate it to English. "Rainy day." She shrugged. "Went out in the countryside this morning, hoping it would stop while I was photographing the country side" She said in English. "Ah, amerikanisch. Nein, wait... Canadian I see. Very well. I'll let you in, but do try to get back in earlier before it's too late." He made a few notes on his clipboard and gestured to some of the men on near the gate. The gate slowly opened as the clipboard guard snapped to hailing salute. "Heil Hitler!" She blinked and hesitated before saluting, echoing after him. "Heil Hitler!" As walked into the outer suburbs from the checkpoint, the guard took a few more notes before marching over to a radio, relaying her entry to higher powers.
Rene himself went with a team to oversee the massacre of a well established resistance group, the white cat, the most powerful in Paris. Travelling underneath the obsidian skies of the beautiful Paris night, they headed to the east of the city where they knew the White Cats had their hideout, a seemingly innocent appearing building that led downwards to several underground hallways and rooms, with a door to the sewer as an escape route. With both routes being blocked by heavily armed SS troops, escape was impossible. Upon arriving, they arrived in a disguised white mail delivery van. Upon standing at the door, Rene messaged to the teams of SS soldiers with a sadistic grin with a handheld radio. To whom he received replies from the squad commanders of each team. Eagle Bravo team, ready for action Angel Sigma, on standby Goliath Omega, reporting in. Rene looked at the team behind him with a sadistic smile on his face as he then held the radio to his mouth. Not only was he in command of three teams specifically for wiping out the White Cats, he was in command for the dozens of teams ready to take out all twelve resistance organizations in Paris itself. “Execute Operation: Hummingbird.” Rene smiled. The team behind him then rushed fowards to breach the door. Upon the breach ending, he heard loud deafening rifle fire and screams of agony before dulling away as the team began to work their way downwards. As he listened to the radio, he switched over to the other radio stations of the teams to hear exactly the same sound. It was music to his ears....
Ella quickly but casually hurried away from the checkpoint to a late night photo-shop not to far away. She had the film containing pictures of the countryside processed, enveloped, and set in a "Out" box for shipping back to the client before hurrying out, paying the cashier without taking the change. Her pace hurried as she quickly walked into a hole-in-the-wall pub known to be a safehouse for the "Ghosts Alliées", or Allied Ghosts resistance group, ignoring or not noticing the armed squads staging around it. As she walked in, she noticed that the regular business seemed to be dead as table were overturned and a couple of squads of ragtag fighters had their weapons pointed in her direction. She raised her hands in the air, the roll of film in one of them. "Cessez le feu! Elle est un civil." (Hold your fire! She's a civilian.) One of the fighters yelled, peaking up from cover. "Dame, qu'est-ce que fais ici?"(Lady, what are doing here?) "I was hired to take pictures of Nazi routes and officers south of here by you guys, but I'm beginning to feel this deal isn't going to work out..." She answered, trying to remain calm. "Ah, the photographer! Quickly, get over here!" The fighter beckoned. She hurried over to him, passing the roll of film to him. He looked down at it before handing it back. "Listen, you need to get out of here." He whispered. "We will try this deal again later, but now is not a good time!" A clattering sound of boots seem to gather outside.
On the other side of town, Rene stood outside as many of the resistance areas fell silent, just as he wanted to hear. One by One, the teams were confirming almost no life signs in each area. One or two were armed and were entering a standoff with the officers, likely because of the survivors of the other resistance bases messaged them seconds before they killed or the resistance smelling trouble. One of these was what he understood as the ‘Allied Ghosts’, a quite well armed group despite their numbers. Rene was approached by Herman, his personal driver and bodyguard and a senior SS member. Because of his close friendship to Rene, he was allowed to call him by his first name. “"Statistiken zu dieser Gruppe?" (Statistics on this group?) Herman then looked down at a clipboard and began to speak in German. “The group appears to be the last serious surviving member of our little purge, Rene. They seem to be making a stand, all of them carrying weaponry, American M1 carbines being a dominant weapon. We can breach the front door and take them out, but not without heavy casualties. Explosives are not recommended, we don’t want to destroy any information they could contain to other hideouts. ” Rene nodded slowly. “I see your point Herman.” Before thinking to himself about a list of scenarios in his head. Once he came up with one, he laughed to himself. “We obviously can’t enter through the back door....” Rene joked. “This group has all important locations of their hideout protected, the back and front. These people believe they are their saviours, the initiates of any resistance generally views such well organized groups as the baddest people in all of France.” He nudged before pointing to the top of their own building, towards the roof. Herman looked at Rene and realised what was going to happen. Rene knew there was a team planting C4 on the building of which the Allied Ghosts were standing their ground below. Once the explosion made an opening in the roof of the building, they would target their rifles at the unsuspecting rebels themselves, while distracting them long enough for the main force of the SS to move in and mop up. Death from above in the simplest sense of the word. Rene looked “So why should they ever have to look up?”
Karl was in charge of Operation: Versteckte Drache (Hidden Dragon). Much like Rene's operation but with more a focus on slowly drawing out information from an inside source before striking from the inside. So far Munich Squad, Cologne Squad and Rhine squad had successfully infiltrated three different resistance movements on the south coast. In a week the squads would return back with as much info as they can and a resistance headquarter burnt to the ground. Right now he was pleased with how its going though as much he respected and liked Rene. Karl thought that he rushed to much. Regarding massacres and death higher over Intel and knowledge. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile back at the beachside home, Alexis was having another seizure. Memories of her real past flooded through her mind colliding the fake ones implanted within her by Karl. As she regained composure she realized her nose was bleeding. She got up and fixed it heading out the door and too the headquarters of the Riviera Warriors mainly to warn them off her 'husbands' plan as well as Rene's. She picked up her husbands Luger model 63 and left straight away. She had regained her past and was now willing to fight for it. The first German resistance fighter.
The fighter continued to push Ella out of the bar. "Go! Go! You must leave now!" She continued to struggle against him, trying to push her way back. "I didn't come here and stick my neck out to not get paid!" She yelled as her challenger had pushed her to the door. As the door creaked open, she felt a hand grab the back of her collar and throw her to the ground outside before receiving a boot kick to the head. She wasn't knocked out but she couldn't move or hear at all at all. Her view caught the fighter flying back with what looked like bullet holes and the roof of the building exploding, the door revealing the remaining fighters being gunned down without warning by hidden gunmen on the roof. She regained some feeling and movements, she tried to move and struggle as she a felt herself being dragged away from the bar, a squad of soldiers taking postion near the front door before moving in and gunning down any fighters left.
Rene got a radio call from a squad commander of another team as two soldiers left the building to stand on guard while the others looked for any extensive information. As he picked up the signal, he was told that they encountered an innocent inside of the building of what used to be the Allied Ghosts. From what he had heard, the innocent had a camera on her. The other voice that spoke to Rene sounded nervous, but Rene soon corrected him. “"Du musst dir keine Sorgen machen. Wenn eine zivile befand sich in einem Widerstand, dann ist sie sicher für Sie arbeiten unter Zahlung. Und um zu beurteilen, dass sie hatte eine Kamera auf sie, dann meine beste Wette ist, dass sie unter Fotografie von unseren Positionen, Truppenbewegungen und alle anderen Informationen, die unsere Feinde sehen wollen. So im Board gesehen, sie ist ein Infiltrator." ("Don't worry. If a civilian was found in a resistance base, then she is surely working for them under payment. And by judging that she had a camera on her, then my best bet is that she is taking photography of our positions, troop deployments and all other information that our enemies want to see. So in board terms, she is an infiltrator.") Rene spoke before replying back. “"Ich spreche mit unserem Gast, sie hemmen." ("I wish to speak with our guest, restrain her and knock her out.) Rene said before he nudged Herman that he wanted to leave and switching to English. "We'll see each other in the palace of Versailles."
(Actually Crim, she only had the camera film with her, not the camera. The camera's back at the hamlet.) Ella felt herself regaining more strength. She looked up to find herself be dragged by a SS jackboot, causing her struggle even more before he turned around, delivering a swift backhand to her. Her energy quickly drained as she went limp and was restrained before thrown into an APC unconscious. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Girl woke to find herself alone in the empty guest room. She looked around and found the note on the nightstand with a camera. She grasped at the note, reading it slowly while trying to translate the English. "Went into Paris, be back soon. If not back by the morning, find a spare change, some money, my camera and run. I don't know where, but just run." She got up from the bed and scavenged around the place, finding a city gown that fits just enough. As for money, there was only a few silver coins laid about, which might catch a bit of money. She looked out the window to find it still late, but could feel the grim morning approaching.
By the time Ella had awoken, she found herself strapped onto a chair. Her legs had a leather and metallic strap tied onto both of her legs and arms, while her crouch was tied together to the chair. Escape, yet alone resistance, would be impossible. She found herself in a dark concrete room with a window that was without a doubt a two way mirror. Infront of her was a wooden table, with a coffee cup filled to the brim with mocha. This was not the worst thing in the room. In front of her was Rene in his highly decorated black SS uniform. Rene looked at the awoken sleeping beauty and smiled before reaching out for the coffee and drinking it. Once he placed it down, he got down to business. “Rise and shine.” He said with a wide smile, hiding his true motives and emotions from the woman. “Me and all of the soldiers and officers under my own personal command spared you from our province wide purge of all enemies of the state, which I would proudly like to confirm that all resistance groups in Paris has been eradicated. Why? You might ask. Why did we spare you from such...horrific circumstances? We have reasons, more specifically the film we confiscated from you. That film saved your life, Miss Duville. We could have simply shot you just for doing business with the enemy. But considering the evidence we have gathered, you seem to be withdrawing critical information. And that is why you are still alive, because you ‘re interesting enough to talk to” Rene said before standing up from his chair and showing her a photo, one of her own photos. “The film is in the process of being destroyed as we speak. It seems that I have forgotten to add the liberty to introduce myself. I’m Oberführer Rene Schneider, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The voice, the room, the smell, all seem to swirl about in Ella's mind. She tried to focus on the SS Officer in front of her, her head seeming to have trouble staying up as she looked at him through what seemed like a foggy haze. "Wh-Where am I...?" she croaked, still trying to focus.
“The precise whereabouts you are currently doesn’t matter, but I can assure you that you are still in France.” Rene replied, seeing the dazed women trying to concentrate. “As previously mentioned before, that footage is the only reason you are alive. You are not going to die, but you will not leave without the specific information we require from you. If all goes well, you will be able to leave but would be sent across the Atlantic to remain in America. If you return to the Reich, you will be placed under incarceration. Heavy threats, but they perform the job nonetheless.” Rene spoke before raising two of his fingers as two guards walked in, wearing highly fearsome armor currently unseen by any lower member of the Reich, yet alone any other nation on the planet (Think Helghast armour with a Nazi emblem on the armband). One of these soldiers walked over to Duville and injected a needle of blue liquid into her veins. Once done, the two soldiers left the room without speaking a word. “Now. That was just a truth serum, so you are now going to tell us everything you know regardless of you lying. Let’s begin shall we?”
Meanwhile in the south of France news of the purge was spreading quickly. SS officers were reported dead as soon as they entered HQ. Right now Karl and his team had no idea what was happening so they just sent out a warning to Rene's location as well as the headquarters in the west and east. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- meanwhile Alexis was enjoying her time with her memory fully restored. News spread quickly about her arrival in both Germany and the world but her name and nationality was lost instead she was now known to the media as Caroline Stevens a British woman from London. Now code named The Angel. She then quickly had to get back to the house. Cooking and cleaning to make sure Karl was left in the dark about the entire thing.
Ella felt the serum moving through her bloodstream, her vision focusing and stabilizing. She seemed much more focused and alert now as she strained to keep herself for talking. "Y-Yes." she slipped out, trying not to look defeated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As hours flew by, the girl noticed the raising sun shining through the window. She looked out the window to find no one in sight. Huffily, she took the camera and stormed out through the kitchen window with Ella's camera in hand. She knew where she was going. To Paris, to find the Ella.
Just before Rene was about to speak, a normally dressed SS officer walked inside before handing him an envelope. Once he saluted, he left as soon as he arrived. Rene looked down at the piece of letter and opened it to reveal it's contents. It was merely a warning in the French Republic, the southern half of the country in which the French government was relocated. With an enormously weakened France, an attack on Germany by the Republic would be suicidal due to a three way assault from three fascist nations, Italy, Germany and Spain. However, this was not about an official attack. This was a warning. Rene's eyes focused on the fine print before closing it and standing up. "I will deal with you later, this is much more serious than a single photographer." The SS officer spoke before leaving the room, locking the door and leaving the already strapped Duville in her chair. Once he left, he began to round down suspected individuals of why the deaths of SS were being reported in such high numbers. By the end of the night, he got to five individuals out of a hundred. Two of them being women.
