>>799887
>>Keep quiet until you get to the camp.
Something about Strasse worries me greatly.
It wouldn't surprise me if she's not entirely human.

>>799887
>Keep quiet until you get to the camp.

>>799931
Don't think about teeth. Don't think about teeth.

>>799887
Agreeing with >>799931
We could get some Information?

>>799951
Wait fuck, I read that wrong.
Just keep our Mouth shut, Better than any damage Control we could come up with.

You decided that the best thing to do right now was keep quiet. There was nothing to really talk about anyway. You were defiantly ready for an attack, what with your loaded rifle and restrained paranoia.

The rest of the ride was made in silent, the only stop being made to dive into the brush to avoid a Luftwaffe aircraft. Following that, the convoy turned off the track down another pathway, the convoy of glider-delivered vehicles weaving their way between the trees, until the convoy came upon a small clearing.

The small encampment was nothing more than a number of gliders and crates, all circled together under the canopy of the forest. Machine gun, rocket launcher and anti-tank gun teams were dug into foxholes around the gliders. The men gave you no no heed, however they paid you greater attention when they noticed your prisoner.

You grabbed Strasse by her arm and lead her between a pair of glider, following behind a pair of troopers, headed into the central section of the camp. Many sets of eyes fell on you and your charge as you made your way towards the commanding officer of the entire operation.

While he was officially refered to as a commander, Major Trent was not nearly that highly promoted. However, you knew that he was very experienced in the art of parachute deployment, having been part of the abortive parachute landing during the June landings.

Very few people had survived that drop, however, Trent was able to bring his unit out with the least losses of the entire deployment. In spite of that, his unit had still suffered more than 50% casualties, courtesy of the SS.

Trent looked up, and looked at each of your unit in turn, before then staring at Strasse and grinning.

"You know, when the sergeant had told me that he had captured the daughter of the butcher, I thought he was lying." Trent smiled dangerously, his eyes locked on Strasse. "What a great bounty has dropped into our laps."

Strasse seemed to try and shrink back as Trent straightened up and made his way towards you and the prisoner.

"Tell me Strasse, do you know what you know what your father has done?" The entire encampment seemed to turn to face the encounter.

"Your father has caused much harm to innocent people. I should just end you where you stand." Trent continued, not even waiting for Strasse to speak. Strasse tried to take steps to get behind you, but you dragged her back in line with you.

>Intervene. This is not right.
>Wait, you'll react when you need to.
>Throw Strasse to the ground, you have had enough of being her bodyguard.
>Other (write in)

>>800382
>>Wait, you'll react when you need to.

>>800382
>Intervene, This is not right.

Stooping down to his Level wont do anything.
And the last thing we need is her Dead, or without ability to do anything.

>>800382
>Intervene. This is not right.

>>800382
>Intervene. This is not right.

"In fact, why don't we just put her in one of the spare uniforms and throw her at a panzerhund?" Trent suggested darkly,before then smiling deviously. "That would be poetic justice, wouldn't it?"

"And stoop to the level of the men that killed you men?" You spoke up with a flat, deadpan tone. Trent's smile dropped immediately as his eyes focused on you dangerously as you continued.

"Tell me major, do you really want to stoop to that level? Need I tell you what will happen to every member of this damn assault group if you do that?" You asked sarcastically as Trent's eyes bored into you with real hate.

Trent was silent for a couple of seconds as he considered your words, and seemingly considered if he should hear you out or shoot you dead.

"Then tell me then Hans, what will happen to everyone if we have our way with little Strasse here?" Trent smiled darkly as he looked you in the eyes. "After all, you're are expert on how the SS operates. Afterall, you served with them, didn't you?"

All eyes in the camp locked on you, at the false accusation. You simply snorted in disgust at the accusation.

"Firstly, I'll have you know that I was NEVER part of the SS, my unit was assigned to the same operations as them, but we never supported them." You pointed out with a slight hint of disgust at the accusation.

"Secondly, you need to actually think things through. If we execute the daughter of the butcher of Marseille, an incurable sociopath that sees no moral distinction between natural death and murder. Hell, it will be more than likely that everyone here will die slowly, and in pain, if someone decides to rape or murder his daughter." You declared surely, the entire camp remained silent as they mulled over your word.

"So tell me then, what would you do then? How would you use this asset that we now have?" Trent changed the topic trying to force you onto the back foot.

>"I'd use her to draw General Strasse's forces out of the Märchenland facility, and while they are searching for her, we send everyone into the facility to wreak havoc."
>"I'd keep her as an ace, if everything then went tits-up, we could use her as a bargaining chip to try and get as many people out as we can."
>Other (write in)

>>800734
>>"I'd use her to draw General Strasse's forces out of the Märchenland facility, and while they are searching for her, we send everyone into the facility to wreak havoc."

>>800734
>"I'd use her to draw General Strasse's forces out of the Märchenland facility, and while they are searching for her, we send everyone into the facility to wreak havoc."
Someone hand us a promotion.

>>800734
>"I'd use her to draw General Strasse's forces out of the Märchenland facility, and while they are searching for her, we send everyone into the facility to wreak havoc."

>>800734
>>>"I'd use her to draw General Strasse's forces out of the Märchenland facility, and while they are searching for her, we send everyone into the facility to wreak havoc."

Ye, ye, SS killing time

"Personally, I'd use her to draw General Strasse's forces out of the Märchenland facility. While they are searching for her, we would then send everyone into the facility to wreak havoc. Draw them out, and then hit them where it hurts the most." You suggested, punctuating your final sentence by smacking your fist into your open palm.

"An even if we do manage to succeed in razing that facility to the ground, then how do you suppose that we get out of here? Or do you plan for us all to eat a bullet at the end of this?" Trent asked sarcastically, he turned to face his troops, but you interrupted him before he could speak.

"Simple, we take her with us. All we need to do is make sure that she transmits from a radio somewhere in the area. General Strasse's own paranoia will do the rest for us." You continued youe explanation, garnering you a disaproving look from Trent, which you paid no heed to. "After that, we can use her as a hostage. Strasse won't push his luck, provided that we keep out end of the bargain. As long as he believes that we will execute his daughter if he tries to cross us."

At the mention of her possible execution, Strasse stared at you with wide eyes. However, you were not very interested in her reaction, you were more interested in Trent's reaction. He seemed to pause for a few seconds, before turning back towards you with a grin.

"No that is a sly fucking tactic. I'm almost impressed." His grin remained, as he continued. "Very well, we'll play it your way. Though, you WILL be responsible if things go to shit. Either way, me and my fellow officers need to get planning."

Trent then took a second, to notice that everyone was looking at the currently unfolding debate, before then barking orders.

"I want everyone ready to go in 10, make sure that you are all ready. Now get moving!"

At that, the entire tiny camp sprung into life as around 100 men sprung into action, loading their weapons and getting ready for what could very well be the final battle of their lives.

>Try and peek in on the planning session, you want to know what will be happening at the largest possible scale.
>Try and find some more weapons, you aren't happy with your current load. (you have a colt monitor, Auto-5 shotgun, a Luger, a knife and some demo charges)
>Talk with someone (who?)
>Other (write in)

>>801071
>Try and peek in on the planning session, you want to know what will be happening at the largest possible scale.

>>801071
>Talk with someone (who?)
Let's try to Calm Down Strasse a bit. She runs away, or something goes wrong, Everything goes to shit.

Need a tiebreaker

>>801130
>>801291
I'll vote for this one

While everyone was taking time to prepare their equipment, you decided to try and take a peek in on the planning session.

"Hey Logan, I'm going to go look for some buckshot. Look after Strasse for me." You asked Logan as you planned to use the distraction to find out just what was happening with the rest of the strike force.

"Sure, just make it quick." Logan asked you as he grabbed Strasse harshly with his free hand. Strasse looked surprised, before looking between you and Logan for a few seconds.

"Thanks, I'll see you later." You said, before then turning and headding into the crowd of soldiers. You walked around for a few seconds, before making your way towards where Major Trent and his subordinate officers were planning the assault.

"-so after that, Captain Dutchman's locusts will push up and provide fire support for the infantry. They will hang back and lob high-explosive shells at pillboxes and bunkers in support of the infantry. Once the bunkers are dealt with, the tanks will push up to defensive positions to repulse the Nazi counter attack." Trent outlines, moving a large, .50 cal bullet along a map.

"What about the Nazi bitch? Can we even release a radio-signal without the Nazis tracking it to us?" One of the captains asked.

"We still have the wired antenna, To make sure, we'll have that German and his unit guard Strasse, and will then move from the radio site to the attack site via motor bike." Trent laid out calmly, indicating to what looked like a German medal, being used to show your unit on the map.

"And what do we plan to do once we are all inside?" One of the lieutenants asked calmly.

"Simple, we'll shut all doors and access points to the outside world. We'll have teams move from room to room, clearing nazis as they go. We'll also rig us demo charges at key points and shoot up as much as we can." Trent continued on, however the lieutenant wasn't finished.

"And if we can't shut the doors?" The lieutenant asked worriedly.

"Then we'll have a strike force go in and smash that whole area. Meanwhile, a defensive unit comprised of all of our heavy weapons teams will defend the entrance to ensure that the raid team aren't hit from behind." Trent paused for a couple of seconds, before then adding. "If the defence team is forced to retreat, then they will cave-in the entrance, that should give the Nazis some pause."

The assembled group of officers was silent for another couple of seconds, before Trent spoke to them again.

"Get your men ready to go, we leave in 5."

And at that, the congregation broke apart as each officer went to find their soldiers.

>Try and find some more weapons, you aren't happy with your current load. (you have a colt monitor, Auto-5 shotgun, a Luger, a knife and some demo charges)
>Talk with someone (who?)
>Other (write in)

>>801468
>>Talk with someone (who?)
See what Logan and Strasse are up to. Maybe let Logan know that our unit will be on babysitting duty.

>>801468
This: >>801504

>>801468
>Other
Do >>801504
this and warn everyone that Strasse is trying to manipulate me and everybody should try and not be swayed by her feminine whiles.

>>801504
This. Definitely should let our unit know about the situation.

With your little peep on the planning session having bore fruit, you decided that it was time to grab some ammo, before then heading back to Logan and Strasse. As such, you made your way over to where a number of soldiers were loading assorted crated into unarmed jeeps.

"Hey, do any of you have some shotgun shells I could grab?" You asked the assembles soldiers, who all looked up at you at once, before all but one of them returned to loading the crates.

"Yeah, we've got ammo for ya. What 'chu need?" One of the men, a rather burly black fellow asked as he pulled a small box from one of the jeeps.

"12 gauge, slugs or buckshot, whichever one you have. If possible then I would like some breaching shells too." You asked calmly. The soldier pondered this as he opened the box and grabbed a small ammunition pouch. He then filled the pouch with shells and closed it before handing it to you.

"Luckily for, we still have a few slugs and breaching rounds for ya, they're in the left pouch. The buckshot is in the right pouch. You have 20 buckshot, 5 slugs and 8 breaching rounds. Make 'em count kraut." You listened to the soldier's instructions as you took the pouch and clipped it onto your combat harness.

"Thank you, good luck out there." You nodded to the soldier, before then turning and headding back towards where Strasse and Logan were. You found them and one of the other members of your unit standing around a pair of motorbikes.

When you arrived, the other member of your unit, a short kid named Romeo, was busy putting Strasse's hands into a pair of stuffed bags, before then taping the bags to her wrists with duck tape. Meanwhile, Zeus ensured that Strasse stayed sat down so that Romeo could work.

For her part, Strasse looked both worried and embarrassed.

"So, what's with the bags?" You asked as you arrived. Strasse immediately looked up at you, and tried to get up to walk over to you. However, Logan forced her to stay seated.

"Romeo got paranoid that she was still able to use her hands, so he decided to pack em up enough that she can't grab anything." Logan shrugged as Romeo finished up. The short sniper picked up his scoped rifle before turning to you and frowning.

"You seriously planning on carrying all of that?" Romeo asked sarcastically, even if you didn't know why he was being sarcastic.

"Yes, why do you ask?" You replied to his question with another question, causing the sniper to huff in annoyance.

"You can't reasonably carry ALL of that during an engagement, for christ's sake, let one of us carry some of that for ya'." Romeo suggested, before looking over at Logan, who nodded.

"He's got a point you know. You might as well spread the weight out." Logan answered simply, preferring to leave his answer with as few words as possible.

>Leave the demo charges with someone (Romeo, Logan or Strasse?)
>Leave the shotgun with someone (Romeo, Logan or Strasse?)
>Leave the Monitor with someone (Romeo, Logan or Strasse?)
>Other (write in)

>>801919
Give Logan the shotgun.

>>801919
>Implying we aren't /fit/ incarnate
I SUPPOSE we can give Logan the Auto-5 for now...

>>801965
This.

>>801973
>Implying we aren't /fit/ incarnate
We have stronk aryan genes.

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>>801989

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>>801989
This is how I imagine us looking. Only dressed less provocatively. We haven't earned our beach episode yet, after all.

>>802018
Yeah, kinda like that. Except that we are a bit taller and skinnier (but with no less muscles), blonde with blue eyes and a couple of scars.

You shrugged in response, before then unslinging your Auto-5 and handing it to Logan. He took the weapon as he took his hands off Strasse. He then slung the shotgun over his chest and took the pouch of ammo off you.

"Still not getting rid of those charges, are you?" Logan asked sarcastically as you started to paw off the loose slugs onto him.

"Nien, if we get into a tight spot, I want to have the option to go out with a bang." You replied with a slightly psychopathic smile.

Logan simply laughed at this for a bit, before then changing the subject.

"So, we're to guard Strasse while the rest of the group gets into position..." Logan's frown slowly flipped into a frown as he brought up the objective.

"Is it just us? Or will we have some assistance?" You asked as you looked down at the motorbikes, Indian 841 bikes if your guess was right.

"Yeah, we'll have the rest of the unit with us in jeeps. We'll have .50 cals and bazookas, just in case the Nazis get on our ass too quickly." Logan replied dully as he shoved the loose shells into his pockets.

"I see..." you began, before trailing off as everyone began to leave. Major Trent stopped by you and Zeus for a few seconds as the convoy began to leave.

"We'll be in position in 15 minutes. Once you have sent the message, arm the thermite charges on the radio to scuttle it." The major looked over your shoulder, towards Strasse and Romeo.

A quick glance confirmed that Romeo was adding even more duck tape to the wad wrapped around Strasse's hands.

"Well, either way. If you have any questions, ask either your buddy or your sergeant." The major paused again, befre sighing and bidding you good luck.

With that, the Major's jeep raced off to re-join the convoy, leaving you and your unit alone with the gliders.

>Ask Logan and Gilmore what the plan is.
>Secure the gliders and go on watch.
>Look for anything that was left behind.
>Other (write in)

>>802114
>>Look for anything that was left behind.

>>802114
>Secure the gliders and go on watch

Need a tiebreaker...

>>802114
>>802199
>Look for anything that was left behind.
Whoops, forgot to hit the post button.

>>802199
Secure gliders.

>ask for a tiebreaker
>get another tie

Can we please have ANOTHER tiebreaker?

Aaaand now we enter overtime.

I'll change my vote over.

Ok then, writing... (I should specify this more often)

While you could have talked with Logan about what the specifics of the plan were, your priority was to secure the gliders. While you KNEW that a panzerhund would just barrel right through the wood and canvas aircraft. However, a wall made of even one of these gliders was certainly better than no wall at all.

"Logan." You called your comrade's attention as you moved over to one of the one of the motorcycles and took hold of it by the handlebars. You then kicked the sidestand up so that it was flush with the vehicle, getting it ready to move.

"Yeah, what do you need?" Logan asked as he grabbed Strasse by the arm, seemingly making ready to move her into the former camp. Both Logan and Strasse watched you as you began to wheel the bike towards the campsite.

"I was planning on inspecting and securing the gliders. I'd prefer it if you came with me." You stated as romeo followed your example, grabbing the second bike and making to move it into the camp.

"Sure, hopefully some weaponry was left behind for us." Logan said whistfully as you moved the bikes to the centre of the circle of gliders, where a crude radio system had been set up.

"Logan! You can't be suggesting that us, pious allies would devolve to such a barbaric means of obtaining equipment?" You replied jokingly, exciting a chuckle from your close friend.

"I'll take it as a yes then." Logan replied as he forced Strasse down onto a chair, he then tied her to the chair to keep her in place while you re-engaged the side-stand on your bike.

"Then let's get going." You announced, before turning on your heel and making your way back towards the entrance you had just came through.

The search revealed very little at first, the few gaps in between the gliders had been patched, and the side facing the outer perimiter of the glider-fence were either closed up, or were turned into armoured firing stations, where members of your squad sat with their rifles readied. You made it into the 3rd glider, before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hold up. There's something we need to you to know." Logan hissed at you as the medic in the glider with you opened up an ammo case and pulled out something rather weird. Logan snapped his fingers in front of your eyes to grab your attention again.

"Oh, right.What is it Logan?" You asked quietly as the medic took the thing and began to pour what looked like blood on it.

"Ok then, so the plan for Strasse's message is to fake your death." Logan announced coldly, then giving you a couple of seconds to process the infomation, before then continuing.

"The idea is to exploit her trust and reliance on you to get her spooked. We notoced that as soon as the blindfold came off, she started staring at you and smiling. We have no idea why, but we think it's because she trusts you." Logan continued on, even though you were a bit perplexed as what the actual plan itself was.

>CONT

>>802320

"The plan is simple really." Logan began as he gestured to the medic, who was preparing whatever the object was. "We're going to wait here for a signal, once that signal is given, we will walk out to the right with you in front, roughly a meter or so in front of me."

It was at this point that Logan sighed dejectedly, before then pulling out a gaudy looking revolver.

"After a few meters, I'm going to fire a blank near you. When you hear the gunshot, you must play dead. We'll roll you over so that Strasse gets a good look as the fake wound. After that, we'll drag you in here again and take the damn thing off you." Logan gestured to the thing that the medic was carrying, and you then made the connection that it was meant to be some kind of fake wound. Like the type that was used in films and magic tricks.

"So, are you ok with this?" The medic asked worriedly as a pair of soldiers walked in, most likely to drag you back into the glider after your "death".

>"I... I suppose? This still doesn't sit with me."
>"Yes, I'm ok with this. It makes a lot of sense."
>"No. I don't like this."
>Other (write in)

>>802326
>"I... I suppose? This still doesn't sit with me."
I'm not sure if I want to know an airdropped team has something like that available.

>>802326
>>"I... I suppose? This still doesn't sit with me."
I don't want us to go the way of Brandon Lee.

>>802326
>"I... I suppose? This still doesn't sit with me."

"I... I suppose? This still doesn't sit with me." You agreed after a few seconds as you got a slightly closer look at the false wound. Now that you were actively inspecting it, you could tell that it was certainly a slap-dash build.

It was made out of a mix of oil, grease, sawdust and other shit the medic could cobble together. The whole illusion was rounded off by the fact that it was practically caked in oily blood, giving the impression that the would was fresh and lumpy.

"Sounds good, now turn around and take your helmet off so we can stick it on you." Logan instructed you as the medic walked over to you. You lowered into a crouch as you took your helmet off, mostly so that the medic could easily tie the fake wound off.

"You know, I can't say that I expected you all to just magic up a fake wound so soon." You admitted as the medic tied the bandage around your head, securing the fake wound in place.

"Well, I did take theatre cosmetics back in college as a subsidiary course." Logan admitted as the medic put your helmet on you head looslely.

"Now don't adjust the helmet. We want it to fall off and give Strasse a good look at the wound." The medic chided you as he batted your hand down when you attempted to reach for your chin-straps.

"So, how the hell do you plan on not hitting me when you fire that hand cannon? Did you bring blanks along for something like this?" You pressured Logan, who simply chuckled.

"See, that's the beauty of it. You ARE going to get hit. Just not with something lethal." He grinned deviously as he too one of the cartridges out of the revolver, showing brittle, pale white substance in the place of the bullet.

It was wax. The motherfucker had canalised a candle just to get the perfect setup for the shot.

"Well, I didn't just have these especially for you. They're actually meant to stop Strasse nonlethally if she tries to run." Logan then took the wax bullet and loaded it back into the cylinder of the revolver, which you recognised as the sergeant's personal pistol.

"And when did you get them?" You asked as you fiddled with the straps on your gear.

"I made them back at the church when we took her hostage. I made them for Gilmore, but he's got himself a STEN-gun now, so he's given the gun to me for non-lethal takedowns." Logan confirmed after a few seconds.

"I guess so..." You trailed off as one of the soldiers by the entrance nodded at you and Logan.

"Well, this is it. You ready, buddy?" Logan asked worriedly as you fiddled again with your straps.

>"Yeah... let's get this over with."
>"No... But it's not like I can back out now?"
>Other (write in)

>>802409
>"Yeah... let's get this over with."
Trauma! Fun for the whole family.

>>802409
>"Yeah... let's get this over with."
RIP Burkhard, replaced by a mysterious stranger with a giant mustache.

"Yeah... let's get this over with." You sighed as you gave a strap on your harness a final tug, before returning your hand underneath your rifle.

"That's my boy!" Logan replied in a hushed, but enthusiastic manner. "Now, just walk towards the jeep over there. I'll fire after 10 paces."

And with that, you set off, knowing full well you would be in the gunsights of a comrade.

The path was meant to take you past the radio transmitter and Strasse. As soon as you left the glider, she instantly noticed you and stared at you with a warm smile. The smile reserved for family and very close friends.

You returned the smile with a small smile of your own. Bringing more joy to the prisoner's face.

However, at around your 8'th pace, this joy suddenly dropped from Strasse's face as she looked behind you. Her smile fell away and she went deathly pale as you took your 9th pace. Her wide and fearful eyes darted back to you as her mouth began to move.

Her warning cry did not arrive before you took your 10th pace. And a single gunshot rung out as Logan turned his gun on you.

Now, you've been shot many times, sometimes they were not meant to kill you. Like the first time you were shot,when an instructor shot you in the leg with a wax bullet to make you used to pain. The second time was during a semi-live-fire exercise, where your training unit was ordered to take a machine gun emplacement. An exercise where for ever 100 wax bullet fired, there was 1 real, lead bullet mixed in to force everyone down.

You sufferd your first bullet wound then, when you took a grazing bullet wound across your ass. You still had the scar on right buttock.

However, you have also been hit by shots that were meant to fell you. During both your deployments to the Eastern front and in Italy. Thankfully, many of those wounds inflicted were too minor to prevent you from completing your missions for the fatherland.

Out of every time you had been shot however, this one time was the closest a bullet of any kind had came close to your vital organs. And unfortunately for those who wished you ill, this bullet was unable to kill you.Instead it broke apart on impact.

With a mighty thunder-clap, Logan fired the wax bullet at you. It hit you right in the back and sent you tumbling to the ground, where you lay as still as the corpse you were trying to look like.

In spite of the ringing in your ear form the gunshot, you could still hear Strasse screaming. Crying in German at how she didn't want to be alone, begging for you to come back.

>CONT

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>>802468
You remained as limp as possible while one of your squadmates dragged you unceremoniously back to the glider you had just walked out of. You felt yourself be dropped on the floor of the glider until someone kicked you in the ribs.

"Come on Burkhard, get the fuck up." Logan sighed sadly, as if he regretted shooting you.

You stood up slowly, the impact area on your back still smarting form the impact. You reached up and pulled the fake wound off your head, before one of the soldiers passed you your helmet and rifle back.

You looked back to find that Logan wasn't leering over you, instead, he was peeking out of the door in the glider, looking out into the campsight.

You didn't need to look in order know what the result of the little act was. You could tell from Strasse's wailing sobs that the act had gone perfectly well, maybe even better than expected.

Still, you wished that there was some alternate way to accomplish the same goal. You frankly didn't like being shot.

>Look out at Strasse, you need to see this with your own eyes.
>Sit down and rest for a bit, you deserve some rest after a hit like that.
>Patrol around the glider wall. You need something to take your mind off current events.
>Other (write in)

>>802469
>Look out at Strasse, you need to see this with your own eyes.

need some more votes

>>802469
>Sit down and rest for a bit

>>802528
Voting for this

While you considered looking out of the door to see what was happening with Stasse, you were far too tired to bother. The impact of the wax bullet had certainly left it's mark on your back. And while it wasn't a very serious wound, it still smarted from the sheer impact force. As such, you took a seat on one of the benches that lined the wall of the glider and closed your eyes in the pursuit of some rest.

Annoyingly however, the lack of input from your eyes only served to boost your other senses, particularly your sense of hearing. You listened for a good 5 minutes as she cried over the radio, begging for her father to save her.

Eventually, she did get a responce from someone, by that point however yo were dozing off so you couldn't really remember what was said. However, you were roused from you semi-asleep state by Logan shaking you awake.

"Hey, Berkhard. It's time to get up." Logan waited for you to groggily get up, before then leading you towards the centre of the camp, where the rest of your unit were starting up their vehicles.

You found Strasse slumped forward in the seat she was tied to, the slight rising and falling of her chest told you that she was at least still alive.

"We heading out boss?" The medic asked Sergeant Gilmore curiously as the jeeps roared into life.

"Yes. Logan, Jotta, you are both on the bikes." Gilmore ordered, before then turning to you.

"Eugen, grab Strasse and get her in the back of one of the jeeps." Gilmore ordered, and you complied with the order as quickly as you could. Strasse seemed to shudder slightly, but for a couple of seconds, she didn't respond to the possibility that her friend was still alive.

However, when you knelt down to cut the rope around her waist, she finally noticed you.

"B-Berkhard..." She stuttered as you removed the rope that bound her to the seat. You took only a second to remove your knife to it's sheath on your ankle.

You didn't bother responding with words, instead, you gently picked her up, and hauled her over to one of the jeeps. She kept a firm grip on you as you climbeid into the back of the jeep. The convoy took off as soon as everyone was in. As of right now, time was of the essence.

The assault on Märchenland had begun without you. However, you hoped that you could arrive in time for the end.

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I'm going to call this thread here. Yes, this run was also short, however, we can now focus on the assault in the next run.

Like always, if you have any questions simply ask them and I will answer them to the best of my abilities.

>>802543
Goodbye OP.
This ride is getting wilder by the episode.
I like it.

>>802543
Thanks for running it.
I lurked last thread and almost all of this one. I hope this continues longer then just this mission.

>>80198>>802543
A shame I was involved with the first few choices. Appreciate the run QM!