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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #30 on: July 04, 2018, 01:29:00 AM »



 < Gotland, North East beach >

 Cate rubbed her left eye a little, salt water had gotten in behind the contact lens, hopefully her tear ducts were working well enough to flush it out. "Well since you both asked Sam and I did suss it out quite extensively as did Cheryl Brownwell, she in fact found some data we hadn't known about, things that were mostly from private diaries that had been given to museums in the 90's. On this very day there were three German registered fishing boats in the village port, one of those was in fact operated by the Nazis as nothing more than a spy vessel; I guess they never really trusted the concept of a neutral country. At least one of the crew will be Gestapo, but we know from the records and letters two of them including the boat's captain is Abwehr." She bent to make the tear in her pants leg a little more exaggerated. "And we know, sorry Mike, but we know men talk. Herr Brasch will know the moment we talk to the crew of that boat, the Schnapper, telling them that you've found Oberstleutnant Kaethe Von Ritter. She's injured but fine."

 She then squinted at Mike. "Well if you insist, we're both blonde, so there." The fact of the matter was Cate and Elle were very much alike, hence the reason they didn't get along all too well. "Now before someone else happens to stroll along, can we get moving please, these clothes are getting cold and the walk will warm me up."
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #31 on: July 06, 2018, 12:12:22 AM »



"As I said before, your beloved Churchill called us vultures playing both sides for profit. Just as no one gives the Danes proper credit for doing what they had to in order to survive." Astrid commented. "And just when in the hell were you planning on telling either of us about this part of the plan? No offense, but your communication skills are not proving to be your strong suit."
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #32 on: July 12, 2018, 04:22:05 PM »

< Gotland, North East beach >



"Now that -" Mike pointed a finger at Cate, "is the most sane thing you’ve said in a long time. Let’s go! I’d hate to have pass out of hypothermia in the middle of a war."
He grabbed Cate by her shoulders and turned her around, pushing her up towards the road as he spoke to Astrid, “Yeah, seems to be the habit of most  geeks and high ranking officers we work with, right? So why should she be any different? We’re expendables. No need to know and all that crap.”
He pulled in a deep breath and continued, “Now, let’s focus forwards. How do we avoid the Gestapo, what ever they were doing on a fishing boat in the Baltic sea to let the Abwher get to us first? And I can’t believe I just said that.”

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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #33 on: July 12, 2018, 08:02:22 PM »



 < Gotland, Irevik >

 "Something you should be aware about me Astrid, I am the penultimate skeptic. I rarely believe my own science until I can prove it a thousand ways and with this..." She spread her hands around indicating the position they were in. "...it took Sam Carter and Bill Lee several hours to convince me it would work, God they even dragged my Mother into it. So revealing information like that was pointless to me until I knew we could use it. Besides when did I have the time for idle chit chat until now?" She had already asked the same question, it was irrelevant now. "Everyone did what they could to survive, I had relatives or at least my father did who lived on the Channel Islands in this time; the Brits simply let the Nazi's walk over them, handed them the keys and yet 99% of the Islanders never gave up hope. Hope that allowed them to survive throughout the war. Many of our generation would have just thrown in the towel, we all know that."

 "Keep going Mike and I might even end up being normal, now wouldn't be something eh?" Joking? Yes. The last thing in the world Cate or anyone for that matter would like to see is her being or behaving in a manner even close to normal. In the first place its her abnormalness that somehow helps her get things done that others might consider impossible or absurd to consider and in the second place being normal reduces the fun factor of life considerably. They kept walking, Cate every now and then having to stop when she discovered the path wasn't soft sand all the way, her feet were beginning to pay the price slightly. "We don't avoid him, In fact we will need to be very up front with the SS, as any appearance of trying to skirt around them will raise suspicions."

 Soon the little fishing village of Irevik came into sight, a few small cottages, many of them showing signs of age, many more having little wisps of smoke emanating from them where she could smell the delicious aroma of smoked fish. As they drew closer Cate had to feign her injuries more, she started to hobble, getting both Astrid and Mike to support her. "Right, one of you is going to have to seek out the Schnapper and its Captain as I'm suffering from swallowing too much sea water and everything else that goes with a sudden exit of a fast jet hitting the water. You can explain that you do at least know who I am..." She drew out a sea sodden wallet with her ID inside. "...plus as we know my, or her photo was plastered over the newspapers in both countries a day ago. Astrid?" She was the most likely choice at the moment.

 
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #34 on: July 14, 2018, 12:16:29 AM »



< Gotland, Irevik >

"Then just keep your head down, no one say anything to give away anything, and let's just get to the boat. And for God's sake, let me do the talking, because it's hard enough trying to understand anyone here." Astrid whispered as they approached the village.

It took some convincing, as well as a fair bit of acting on Astrid's part, to locate the boat in question, but an elderly farmer who was either hard of hearing or their dialect differences were worse than she thought they would be finally pointed her in the right direction.

Once that was done, it took some convincing to get the Captain to take them to Germany, but the promise of a reward from the Luftwaffe for returning a hero of the Reich seemed to be what did the trick.
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #35 on: July 17, 2018, 03:00:12 PM »

< East of the Island of Gotland, Die Schnapper >



Keeping quiet wasn’t hard since he understood absolutely nothing about what Astrid spoke to the Captain about, but one thing was for sure, and it made him grin a bit – Jim Hanson had been so wrong! Her native language sounded nothing like that crazy Muppet chef.

It was with trepidation and a thumping heart that Mike boarded the boat that would take them due south and straight in to enemy territory. By this time he’d asked himself over and over again why he’d volunteered for this mission. And over and over again he internally drew blanks. He’d done a lot of crazy things in his life, but this would most definitely get in to the top three. Well, saving the world from eternal domination of the Goa’uld was honorable, but was it smart to volunteer when you usually were a non-combatant? Most likely not…

What he hoped for now while they were in transit though, was that they would be allowed to have a bit of privacy so that he could tend to Cate’s wounds. Because no matter how sturdy and stubborn that woman was, not even her system would be able to fight off a massive infection if it was allowed to set in at this time and place.
That he would be able to focus on something else other than their destination, would of course be a welcome distraction too.
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #36 on: July 17, 2018, 09:53:19 PM »



 So far so good. The Captain of the boat took them in almost without question, there was one; that being concerning Mike and his origins. That being the Polish Doctor Michael Szymanowski had his passport and ID card thoroughly examined by the Gestapo agent on board, there was hesitation but after the Captain intervened telling the idiot that the man should be rewarded for helping to save a national hero, soon had him on the outer with the rest of the crew. By a strange quirk of fate, not long after setting out from Gotland as the boat headed towards Hamburg on its 13 hour journey, heavy seas were encountered off the island of Bornholm, the Gestapo agent went missing, presumed fallen over board.

 "That was...interesting." Cate said in broken English to her companions. It had been decided that since all three were 'supposed' to be from differing countries (which they were in fact), that rough learned English was the easiest way to communicate for Mike. He was reasonable of course with the language, it just made it look more believable as it was. The crew had left them alone down below to weather out the journey, such as it was Cate had been sick twice, genuinely, making her ordeal even more authentic. "So, good Doctor I will live no? We live in strange times do we not?" Even without seeing the sailors around them the pretense had to be kept up. "Frauline Anna, Herr Doctor I owe you both my life. I am certain a proper reward will be given to you both." She lowered her voice to a bare whisper. "How far away are we from Hamburg?"
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #37 on: July 20, 2018, 01:57:30 AM »

< South part of the Baltic sea, Die Schnapper >



{ Dr Michael Szymanowski }

“Oh, you will live my dear Oberstleutenant,” Mike said with the same, very thick accent his late grandfather had, as he re-entered the cabin with a freshly cleaned bucket to place next to Cate and then sat at the foot end of the small bunk. “I know it does not feel like it now, but I promise you will live… and as for a reward – do not mention it. It is an honor for me to help a hero of the Reich.” That last part of the sentence almost made him sick too, but if it was necessary to keep the act up, he’d do it.

He really wished he’d been able to give Cate something for the nausea, because she really looked miserable, but knowing it would also affect her alertness and effectiveness if bad came to worse, it really wasn’t an option. All he could hope for was for them to get off the boat sooner rather than later.

He leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper, “I spoke to one of the crew men when I was upstairs. Don’t worry, his polish was even worse than mine. He’d heard I was a doctor and wanted some help with an infected cut in his hand, so we spoke briefly as I tended to it. Anyway, he said, it’s about another hour or so until we reach the port of Travemünde… and I assumer we’ll have an escort in some form waiting for us there…”
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #38 on: July 23, 2018, 06:51:09 PM »



<Travemünde>

Astrid had desperately just tried to remain a quiet and meek woman, shrugging off conversation and staying out of the way of the crew. She also did not want to give any impressions that the three of them knew each other past the chance encounter they had on Gotland.

As soon as they arrived, however, they were being waited for by an officer with four soldiers behind him. All five of them had SS insignia on their uniforms, the soldiers were armed with MP-40 submachine guns and held them at the ready. The officer's Walther PPK sat in its holster, but the leather flap was unclasped.

The officer, though, Astrid recognized him almost instantly.



Despite the age of the photographs she had seen, she knew it was their man, Colonel Hans Brasche.

"Ah, Captain. I am so pleased to see you are alive and well. The Luftwaffe was quite besides themselves, but they will be relieved to hear you are back in the Fatherland." Brasche said in German that betrayed his Austrian roots, crossing the pier to the trio. The ship's crew went right to work tying up their ship and looking that they had no interest in what was unfolding.

"And of course, the Reich is grateful to its citizens for reacting so quickly to save a valiant protector of the state. However," Hans drew his Walther, pointing it at Cate from the hip. The soldiers raised their MP40s. "It strikes me as strange that you all somehow missed the numerous Luftwaffe patrol boats and went straight to this ship. As such, I am placing all of you under arrest until we can verify that you are not acting in the interests of the Allies or Soviets. If this is just a terrible series of coincidences, then this should take only a few hours at the most. This way, and please, no sudden movements. My men are veterans of the Eastern Front, which has left them, well, twitchy."

Two of the men moved to cover the trio from behind, while Hans led the way up the pier to a waiting Opel transport truck. Another two SS soldiers with G43 semi-automatic rifles were waiting next to it.
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #39 on: July 24, 2018, 12:29:56 AM »



{Oberstleutnant Kaethe Von Ritter}

<Travemünde>

 Cate reassured Mike that she was okay, at least the nausea had passed which was the most troublesome thing that had been bothering her. And to think both her parents often asked why she never joined the Navy to begin with. There was her reason in spades, she suffered from chronic sea sickness, something she could never change. God she was terrified as a kid to go on the Manly ferry just a small trip across Sydney Harbor, from the moment the family stepped aboard to the moment they landed at Manly wharf she would be sick, often taking the bus back to the city at the day's end. "We'll see where this takes us Mike, hopefully a one way ticket back home at the end." She told him barely even raising a whisper in her voice.

 Finally they reached the port. The same as any other in the world, only this was war time; but there were a lot of ships both at anchor and alongside. She also noted quickly as were met as expected by an SS party and as she saw the reaction on Astrid, the very man they were to find. Cate though kept up the pretense entirely, in full character right down to the little nuances of the voice and mannerisms. One of those was to constantly tug at her braid if it was loose which it was now; the other was her haughtiness. "Oberstleutnant, I should remind you Herr Colonel. I understand the suspicion, but I am quite sure you will find everything in order. As for the Seenotdienst vessels, they came no nearer than visual and turned away before the Schnapper's captain could hail them." They were lucky in that could be easily verified even if it wasn't Brasche standing there. The boat's radio was inoperable for most of the time. "I assume you'll be wanting this?" She pulled the PPK from its holster, it was most likely ineffective now after the drenching she gave it with her little swim. Cate held it muzzle first to present it to him. She chanced a glance at Mike and Astrid, giving them a very quick nod of 'its okay'
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #40 on: July 24, 2018, 05:06:32 PM »

< Port of Travemünde >



{ Michael Szymanowski }

Ok, so this was worst case scenario coming true. The SS were waiting for them when they got off the boat and ready to get them hauled away to an unknown place. Crap, he hadn’t even been this scared when he faced Rhiase the first time around… then again; he hadn’t known what she’d been capable of. The SS he knew all to well through the history books and the many films about this era. Or maybe the soldiers surrounding them had seen them too because apparently they had learned from Hollywood’s mistakes, judging by the way they effectively boxed the three of them, he concluded. No chance of making a brave escape here.
So, all he could do was to hand over his rucksack to let it be searched – you didn’t have to be a linguistic genius to understand what the German soldier meant when pointing towards first towards him and then a ‘come on’-motion at his bag.

Once it had been thoroughly searched, it was tossed on to the platform of the truck and a brutal shove in the middle of Mike’s back told him he’d better climb up fast and follow his back pack, or else…
In the corner of his eye, he noticed Cate’s reassuring nod, but he was just to afraid of drawing attention to him to acknowledge it, so he sucked in a deep breath and climbed up on the back of the truck. He grabbed his bag and moved on, taking a seat furthest in on one of the benches that ran along the sides of the trucks.
Mike hadn’t understood more than a word here and there as Cate and Brasche spoke, so all he could do was to stay below the radar for now, meaning cooperating as best he could and Stay Quiet, hoping Cate knew what she was doing when handing over her fire arm.
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #41 on: July 27, 2018, 05:45:07 PM »



{Hans Brasche}

If calling him "Herr Colonel" hadn't been a slip up, Astrid wasn't sure what would've been. The SS didn't approve of the "Herr" prefix, and they had their own rank structure. For the moment, she was content to play the meek and cowed woman who did not question the SS as she was forced into the back of the Opel truck.

Hans did not flinch a bit, but in his mind, he was now wondering just what in the hell the Allies were playing at now, and if they wanted to get him killed by sending such a rank amateur to play the role of one of the Reich's more well known pilots. He said nothing as his men forced the three into the truck, which he joined them before his own men mounted up and the truck started on its journey.

"Consider your positions carefully. You will be handed to the Gestapo if you prove unhelpful, but I don't believe your story for a moment. You just happened to miss every single patrol boat and just happened to find the one boat at Gotland with an informant on it? If you were so fortunate, you would not have disappeared in the first place. No, there is something else going on here, and I intend to get to the bottom of it." Hans said flatly. There was no giveaway at all that he was currently trying to figure out how the hell to play this, because the SOE and OSS would not approve of him executing their spies, but the SS and Gestapo would brook no argument against shooting them.
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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #42 on: July 27, 2018, 06:44:15 PM »



{Oberstleutnant Kaethe Von Ritter}

<Travemünde>

 "Then we shall see Standartenführer Brasche, I will be sure to inform my dear friend Keffer (Adolf Galland) of how much of a gentleman you are and how courteously I have been treated." She took a seat next to Mike, he probably knew beneath the exterior Cate was shaking like a leaf, but she kept it up. Kaethe was well renown for often swearing in Portuguese which Cate did when teeth gritted in anger and no one but her would be aware of what she said. It was quite handy impersonating someone who was German but grew up in Brazil. "Bastardo estúpido!" She twisted her head back to Brasche. "Our boat Captains need a serious lesson in the meaning of search and rescue, did they not think to actually leave the comfort of their craft and search the shoreline hmm? I heard them as the good Doctor here revived me, but by that time the boats had turned about. I think this to shall make a good report no?" It was extremely difficult to speak German with an accent that wasn't English, or in her case Australian. But Cate had managed to mimic Kaethe so well it was scary. "You are well Frau Anna, Herr Doktor?" She said to her companions.




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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #43 on: July 30, 2018, 03:18:57 AM »

< Travemünde >



{ Michael Szymanowski }

Crap it was difficult to try and stay alert and ready to act or do something when you had no clue at all what the conversation Cate had with Brasche was about. One word made him really uncomfortable though, and that was ‘Gestapo’. The posture and tone of said man left little to no doubt though that they were in deep trouble, the question was just how deep and if they would be able to convince him. To do that though they needed to be alone with him, and in the back of a truck on enemy territory and a couple of trigger happy soldiers didn’t wasn’t exactly what he’d hoped for… then again, as a wise man had said, ‘Since when has ever plan A worked?’
Mike looked between the other two, sucked in a deep breath as he was considering his reply, then slowly and heavy accented English said, “Thank you for asking, Oberstleutnant. I am doing well. You feel better? Head ache no worse?”
Speaking English among German troops, Yey! If they weren’t suspicious before, they would be now… then again, Cate had left him with no other options.

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Re: 1944 Northern Europe
« Reply #44 on: July 31, 2018, 04:22:01 PM »



{Hans Brasche}

<Travemünde>

Astrid, playing her part, averted her gaze and said nothing. Internally, however, she was starting to wonder why Cate was even on this mission; her mouth was going to get them shot at this rate. Moreover, she was starting to question why the hell she had followed this madwoman's scheme, and hoped like hell that the predestination paradox involved Brasche not shooting them all first before finding the letter.

"English, is it then? Very well." Hans replied in accented English, "Do you want to spare yourself the trouble and tell me what is going on now? It would be so much faster to just tell the driver to take us outside of town and shoot you then rather than waste hours on interrogation and paperwork. Plus the men would prefer to save themselves a trip when they dig your combined grave."

The truck pulled up to a small building on a street corner that had Nazi Flags hanging from it. As they hopped out, another truck was waiting with more SS soldiers, but Brasche looked surprised to see them. Their officer approached, along with his men, all of them stern faced but they did not carry themselves like SS.

"You. You will hand over your prisoners at once." The officer said sternly, as if issuing a command, not a request. Brasche scowled.

"On whose authority." He demanded, "My orders come from Herr Himmler."

"Your Goddess demands the prisoners. You will obey." The officer replied, taking a step forward. His men did the same, readying their MP40s. Brasche's men raised their weapons, as did their commander. They took up positions around the prisoners, to prevent their escape.

"What nonsense are you sputtering? I serve the Fuhrer..." Brasche looked to his men, "THESE MEN ARE TRAITORS, KILL THEM!"

Astrid was impressed by the speed their soon-to-be contact moved, he snapped up his Walther PPK and shot the Jaffa officer square in the forehead. As soon as the shooting happened, Astrid pulled both Mike and Cate behind the truck. The SS and Jaffa traded shots, several on both sides being killed before both sides took up cover. The German civilians screamed and ran in terror from the street corner.

An SS soldier riddled with bullets fell at their feet. Acting quickly, Astrid took the man's MP40, removing the magazine and fished out a fresh one from his ammo pouches to slap in, before taking another two to stuff in her pockets. She then took the soldier's Walther P38 sidearm and handed it over to Mike.

"You've made enough poor decisions for one day, "Colonel". We need to recover some goodwill before we end up dead in a ditch by nightfall." Astrid finally said, snapping the stock into place on the SMG. "Keep the Jaffa from flanking, I'm moving to help the Colonel."

She leaned out and fired a burst at a Jaffa advancing on the doorway to the building where Brasche was using for cover. He was in the process of changing magazines for his pistol. The rounds did not connect with anything but glass and concrete, but it did deter the alien in an SS uniform from advancing any further. Taking a deep breath, Astrid bolted from the cover of the truck, spraying rounds in the direction of the Jaffa by hip-firing her MP40 while running.
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