Realistic or Modern The Long War IC

[Rusty of Shackleford]

James
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As soon as he was hit with the rifle, he blackest out, hitting the ground hard. Then, in his unconscious state, he heard gunshots and screams before everything went silent. For a second, he thought he was dead, before he felt a pat on his face and an accented voice telling him to wake up. He groaned, opening his eyes as he saw a short, tanned man standing over him with several others, he sat up a bit, rubbing his now bleeding forehead as he said, "You're Gurkhas, right? How in the Hell did you get here?"
The Omen of Death

 

[idalie]

Margaret "Maggie" Coleman
Following Henrick with a jaunty little pace, the nurse lifted her gaze toward the man. "Well, as long as I'm in your strong, capable hands, Mr Hans," Maggie teased "- I think it's a brilliant idea. I love the idea of espionage. This'll be a war to remember." She nudged him with that. "You'd better take a leaf out of Konstantin's book, the man can't stand me." Coleman grinned. "Especially since we'll be going into the enemies teeth together. I'm getting shivers just thinking about it."

The nurse huffed warm air into her palms, rubbing them together. Returning Henrick's smile for one of her own. A pleasant little upturn of her lips. She was certainly unafraid to let people know her first impressions, and definitely the kind of woman who didn't shy away from mischief either. Not a factor of war, but the fact she'd been brought up by a mother who had the sharpest tongue in all of London, and brothers who told her to hit any boy on the nose if he dared look up her skirt. (Which she had on one occasion, and was severely reprimanded by the headmaster yet had never been so proud of herself).

Margaret burrowed deeper into the upturned collar of her coat to warm up the tip of her nose. "Is the clinic for civilians or military? Or both? I'm quite in the dark about this, but being chosen for spying? I'd never of expected that. Although, I suppose I'm already the nearest medically trained British Nurse this close to the front line." Biting her lip in thought she shrugged. "Ah, as long as we can slip past those brutish Germans I see no trouble getting through the checkpoints."​

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Henrick Hans
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Henrick scoffed at her joke about being well protected. This woman looked like she could handle herself, making it more humorous to him. Her comment on the war brought buisness back to him, sombering his mood slightly. “You’re bloody right about that...”

Sighing, he continued. “But combat intelligence is quite easy to pick up, it’s just perfecting it that’s hard. It’s very similar to a coin trick. I think you’ll be a quick learner.”

Nodding to her response, he simpered. “Both. Once we arrive in West Germany, we’ll be taken to Munich. Taking in any concentration camp victims, and war victims from any other front. But weekly trips will be made into Berlin for supplies, which will be the focus of my job, and partially yours.”

 

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Margaret "Maggie" Coleman
She gave a determined look, which was laughable initially for a woman her size - who was still terrified of rats and anything that resembled a spider. Although Germans and loose intestines? That was another story entirely. "Right, I suppose I better start paying attention," Maggie replied, then glancing over at him took into real consideration the man she'd be stuck with for an undetermined amount of time. It could be until the end of the war for all she knew. Nevertheless, he was quite handsome. Upon further inspection of his features, down to the firm jaw and icy eyes. Certainly an upside to her work.

"But - Berlin?? That's behind the wall. How do you think we'll get through into their stronghold? The Nazi's barely let anyone through! Let alone a Dutchman and an Englishwoman - it's like the start of a bad joke. Unless this is all part of trying to see their inner circle - and even then, who do we pose as?" Margaret took a small inhale. "You'll have to excuse my questions. I get quite excited about this all. And you can't exactly pass me off as your sister either, and dare call me anything older and I'll chase you with the heel of my slippers."
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Henrick Hans
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Henrick chuckled at her false grimace, knowing it was all in a comic matter. But he felt her eyes study him, which he allowed her to do, seeing as he already had her down head-to-toe.

“Luckily for you I have German papers to let me through, when we arrive in Munich the officer in charge should have yours. I mean i’m a Colonel after all?” Pressing a heavy English accent on his title, he smirked playfully. “Now for our aliases we can decide the manner we approach that. I’ve already read your files i’m afriad, and i’m about 4 years older so your lucky, but i’ll let you decide what we do and i’ll advise your descions eh?”

With a smile, he continued. “No questions are a good thing! Operatives of my nature are best if quizzical, so you’re just fitting right in. Plus, with over a year in officer training has me fit to train you I believe. At least i’ll be able to skip over the two months of field medicine.”

 

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Margaret "Maggie" Coleman
"Oh my, Colonel, what shall I do with such a high ranked officer?" Margaret pretended to swoon, falling into laughter as she eyed the Dutch spy. "We're going into Nazi occupied Berlin and I can't speak a lick of German." She placed her hands into the cost pockets and chewed on her lip whilst listening to Henrick. "What did you find in my files? Favourite colour of lipstick and what cigarettes I smoke?" Coleman waved her hand. "Files are nonsense. But I'm flattered you read up on me before this unusual meeting." Maggie lay a hand over her heart, folding her spare arm around her waist.

"We can choose aliases? Wonderful! How about a rich countess and her poor butler? Too far? A husband and wife escaping the claws of the allies -" She melodramatically reeled off plots and cover stories with renewed vigor. It'd certainly be more fun than being thrown with bad tempered Russians - no matter how fond of the brutes she'd become.

"I'm happy you enjoy questions, Mr. Hans, because I'm practically ready to reel them off at once." Nevetheless she scoffed. "Two months to teach field medicine. In London you learn in weeks - the amount of men they bring back on those boats practically sinks us. Or them now I suppose. Britain'll just have to wait for me to get home."​

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Henrick Hans
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Henrick let out a small chuckle at her swooning, this woman was certainly intresting to say the least. “I’m fluent, so that’s all that matters. Smile and nod will be your best approach.” When she mentioned her files he smiled, “‘afriad not. Just your military history and such. If you would like to make it fair i’d happily tell you about myself?”

Her comments on the aliases were also humorous to him. “Whatever you wish Miss. Coleman,” he replied with a sly smile, almost any ideas of aliases a funny subject to him.

“Well you can reel, I can answer? I think that’s a good game plan.”

 

[Azantis_Valerii]

Arnhem Netherlands
Around 5 a.m.

The Schnee Helden Company​

Hermann Heinrich woke up at 5 a.m this morning, and everything pointed out that today was going to be just as normal as any other day in the battalion... Everyone would line up, sing the national anthem, sieg heil, the commander would give them their orders and they would carry them out, then go back to sleep at night... Nothing so special, the Generals have been keeping the whole army behind the defensive line besides some regular patrols and ambushes carried out by the Waffe SS ocasionally.

Hermann got himself ready and walked out of his private quarters, yeah, indeed there are some perks to be a Hauptmann afterall, but nothing much, he slept besides the regular infantry barracks, and by no means he ate better than them, food was scarce and he would have to do with anything they had at the moment.

As he walked outside, he was greeted by his second in command Andrea Loewe, who did a Sieg Heil, to which he responded with a simple hand gesture over his shoulder.

"Herr Hauptmann! How was your night?" She asked with a big smile on her face.

"Nothing extraordinary Leutnant, and yours? I hope you did slept well tonight" He said, looking at her with a smile of his own and looking into her eyes, making her blush a bit. "Anyways Leutnant, where is the rest of the company?" He said, putting his hands into his pockets, since it was a bit cold outside.

"Ah-Ehm... The men are getting ready right now to go to the parade ground" She said, looking at bit flustered, but then got herself back on track "Do you need anything today?".

"Yes... After the Parade, tell Marcel, Grethe and Konrad to meet me in my room" He said while slowly turning away from her "I need to deliver them some 'Good' news..." He said that last with a little bit of a half smile, Andrea then stood attention and said "JAWOHL herr hauptmann!" Saluted and ran towards the officers quarters, where the others would be getting ready.

They went to the parade and did as they were told. By 7 a.m, they were all sitting around a little round wooden table in his room, chatting about the war, snipers and what not. Once hermann got inside, they all got up and stood attention, "At easy ladies and gentlemen" He said, while pulling a small chair to sit on "We don't have much time so lets get straight to the point: As you might have already noticed, the city is taking a lot of traffic latelly, and most of them are taking shelter into the city itself or the outskirts. We've seen this happend before and history will soon repeat itself here, so I went to speak with the commander and he allowed me to take the Company to a small "test drive" to see how she is doing after this long time of idleness" He said, looking serious, but then a smile flashed in his face and he said "Today we are raiding Heteren ladies and gents" He said with a backwards motion to show his contentment, all the other officers shared the same excitement.
"Herr Hauptmann, Entschuldigung" Said Grethe, shyly, "But... Who is taking part in this raid?" She asked, and apparently everyone else had the same question in their minds.
"Everyone Grethe, Everyone is going on the raid, also, the commander allowed us to make use of the heavy 150mm Howitzers today, or objective is to take the village and dig in, I know, we've done this before and it didn't went so well, but now, with the new PzKpfw VI III 'Armadillo', we will be able to crush their defenses! I am really confident about it. And the Luftwaffe will probably cover us with their jet fighters, but remember, we are low on basically everything, so don't waste any resources y'all hear me?" He said that part looking to both Andrea and Marcel, both known for the reckless use of Panzers before.
"Jawohl!" They all said in unison.

"Great" Said Hermann, getting up from his chair, "Then get the debriefing room ready, we will strike tommorow morning, I will debrief them soon enought. After that get them to check their equipment and the check the panzers I want no 'surprises' tommorow. After all of that tell them to go to sleep or something, we will wake up at 3 tommorow"

"JAWOHL!" They all said while they all got up

"Dismissed!" Said Hermann, and then left.

 

[The Omen of Death]

Vikram Rauniyar
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Vikram smiled lightly, if James looked carefully he would be able to see some drops of blood on the Gurkhas surrounding him, a testament to their close up massacre of the German troops that killed James's entire squad and were about to take him captive. With James's question, Vikram went with a somewhat sarcastic response to this grim situation of dead and mutiliated corpses around him. "No, we're the relatively unknown Nepali Leprechauns. You're actually right we are Gurkhas, we got here because we were assigned to patrol close by and we overheard the gunshots. We Gurkha's tend to be attracted to the sound of guns..." After his moment of some humor, he brought up the thing most important now, "Alright one of you, get him a bandage for his head, he's bleeding from his forehead."

And very quickly came the younger Gurkha who was probably only 17 or 18 years old, looking eager as ever, although the reason for his age and eagerness to join was quite different than that James's would see in America, this was the kid's chance to make a lot more money for his family than he could ever expect in his home country, and it was probably a matter of a family tradition. He then spoke, his accent more Nepali sounding. "Here, can you wrap it around yourself or do you want me to do it?"

Vikram stood up then and said. "Unfortunately we don't have much else to help with the wound, that's gonna have to get checked out when we bring you back to your camp. The dead will unfortunately have to be tended too later, also those gunshots might attract the wrong attention, so it's best we get you back quickly. Think you can stand and walk?"

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Margaret "Maggie" Coleman
"Smiling and nodding is the very epitome of my manners, Mr Hans. I think I can complete that with ease." A little, pixie-like grin enveloped her expression. The nurse caught Henrick's arm, linking with it. Her opposite palm flat against his bicep. "Go on then, let's see what you've done for a spy of your calibre," Margaret remarked in a challenging tone. "Since we've got a good amount of time before reaching the safe house I see why not." Patting the sleeve of his coat, Coleman tipped her head back with a look up towards the Dutchman.

"I'm not sure I like that smile you've given me." Maggie pointed out, letting her arm go lax and slip from the crook of his. "Now, my reeling is often a conversation killer, so go ahead. You seem accomplished, and I'm more than willing to listen." Her fingertips interwove to prop up her chin whilst they walked. "And four years older? You say it like it's a bad thing." Her cheeky smile quirked, eyebrow inching upwards.

Occasionally focusing on her shoes, which by all standard were more suited to hospitals than muddy country tracks, as they moved at a relaxed but intent pace. Not only was she excited to be working with a spy of all people, but the safehouse itself. How long had it been since sleeping within four walls and not a flimsy canvas tent? The thought made her sigh dreamily.
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Katelijne Koningh
Holland, 8:00 AM
Soft jazz interwove the backdrop of the club, still early in the morning with a few crew and musicians wandering through. The bartender relaxing on his stool, with a newspaper propped open beneath his nose. A skeleton crew to keep SS and Nazi officers occupied at any time of day. Only the real stuff would start at around six or earlier depending on who demanded it. Katelijne touched up her lipstick whilst waltzing among the tables and varnished wooden floor, shifting from foot to foot gracefully as she hummed the latest melody she'd heard on the radio. A German hit of course, but it was sweet and catchy. Nothing wartime about it. Such things made her spirit soar. You could almost imagine in times like this, there was no war going on at all.

"Ja, das ist meine Melodie
Nach der ich singen muss
Nach der ich pfeife muss
Und tanzen muss
Und springen muss
Die man beim ersten Ton versteht
Weil sie jedem in die Beine geht."

It was made sweeter on her lips as she hummed and bobbed her head back and forth. Giving a little twirl, to catch her reflection and wrap a curl of hair around her finger. "Daan! How do I look today?" She called, the bartender - without so much as a glance immediately replying - "Nice." Kate huffed to herself, strutting towards him to pull the printed words down to meet his startled gaze. "Stop looking at that and tell me! You've always got your nose in there. It's like you're praying some saving American message is going to be hidden in the crossword." The singer rolled her lapis lazuli irises skywards. He gave a groan and sat up, "You look fine! You always look fine. What else can I say?"

Katelijne shuffled back, posing with one hand behind her head to pout. "You're supposed to say I look like Monroe! I've seen her in some of those smuggled magazines from Hollywood. Up and coming star -" Daan, pulled a palm over his expression, returning to his paper. "You look like Monroe - alright?!" She gave a satisfied nod. "Even better. You'll get a girl someday, but there's a way to go with you." Came the tease and typical giggle of amusement.

Picking up the little reich flags from the tables, Katelijne began to put them away on one of the trays. Her heels clicking over the floor whilst clearing up. She practically lived and breathed the place - it was her home away from home - even if it was infested with Nazi's day in, day out. She was right under their nose, and never felt safer.

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[The Omen of Death]

Kvetoslav Vergunov
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With that he got his highest MVD officer and an MVD soldier escort, aside from himself to go out and let the MVD command know that the Dutch Intelligence Officer now with the Royal Marines, had arrived. Kvetoslav himself didn't know that this was happening, so he never knew of the preparations beforehand. Nonetheless this had to run smoothly and efficiently, he couldn't have all these soldiers dawdling here either.

"Хорошо, товарищи, перестань сидеть на своей заднице и вернуться в лагерь, мы возьмем ее отсюда, фашистские собаки могли бы просто пройти весь путь до Москвы с количеством времени, проведенного здесь. Теперь иди!" (Alright comrades, stop sitting on your ass's here and get back to camp, we will take it from here, the Fascist dogs could have just marched all the way back to Moscow with the amount of time you all spent here. Now go!)

He then turned back to the British nurse and the other's and he came over to them saying.

"I am sorry about the delay, I was not informed about what would be happening here, or of your arrival, but as long as my superiors knew about it, you should have your car soon enough."

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[Rusty of Shackleford]

James nodded, saying, "Alright. Thank you." He got up, stretching a little as he picked his M1A1 rifle up and led them back to camp, explaining to his CO what happened as he went to the med tent. He sat on the cot, his CO asking the Gurkhas what they were doing here angrily. James wanted to slap his CO for yelling at them. "These guys just saved my life, and the first thing you do is ask me why?" He sighed, getting his head wrapped as the Gurkhas were interrogated.
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