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Zum befehl Gefreiter Tinman764.

The Enigma lowered his MP40 and stepped back while keeping his eyes on Tarrasque

Glares at Lord Justice.

"Calm? On me?!?! Steely resolve?!?! Jesus Christ, a man was murdered. Not just murdered, mind you, eviscerated. Eviscerated in the middle of the night, asleep in his bunk with no witnesses; not even the others in the same bunkhouse saw or heard anything Now, maybe this is a normal occurance in the Royal Navy, but 'State side, we tend to think that this is slightly unusual. Somebody here is a murderer, and we need to know who it is. Now."

As Takeda hissed the last word, he slowly glanced around the room, eyeing each member of the crew with caution.

Right you are sir, but the men don't seem to want to leave there room!! We need a shovel, or entrenching tool.

*Glances at the panicking correspondent.*

"Calm yourself Takeda. Justice will be done. The Kraut bastard will hang for what he's done."

*Under his breath...*

"Damn journalists. Next thing he'll be suggesting we let the Nazi's struss us up 'just incase one of us did it'"

*Oberon looks uncertain.*

"I'm sorry my friend, I would get in a lot of trouble if I took those off...and with the SS around..."

*He shudders*

"A lot of trouble is A LOT of trouble."

*He sighs*

*To himself in German*

"I miss the days before this new commandant took over and the SS arrived..."

Don't we have something around here we can improvise with? I shall not have Bakkels remain like that...

"Yeah, justice will be done. Either that or we all end up like Bakkels, in which case, I guess it won't matter."

Takeda stares at the blood-stained floorboard of Bunkhaus B.

Damn, which way did Nisgeis go? Ah, there I see him walking away.

*Hurries after the SS officer*

"Herr Nisgeis, excuse me sir. Do you mind if I walk with you? Cigarette? I know I need one after seeing that!" *Lights a cigarette with a shaking hand and tries to grin*
"I was wondering if you needed any help with the submarine, sir? I did as you asked yesterday, but after these events I think it should be very clear that we are dealing with.. you know..." Tinman leans forward, "spies" he hisses.
"If I can help or if you need someone to help with the interigations or anything... well..." *smiles and nods* "just ask."

His arms and face are covered in blood! How did I not see that earlier?

"You have some blood over you Herr Nisgeis, would you like a towel?"

Since everybody seemed to calm down a bit, Schütze The Enigma wonders if he should return to the castle.
he wonders if the killing has something to do with the 'verbotene wald' and the strange noises coming from it.



[EDIT]

Changed my msg to keep the story flow upright

*Speaks to The Enigma*

"I presume you will have the common decency to provide us with tools and the opportunity to bury our dead?"

The room is crowded with both sides standing arround, side by side. Them with weapons, us with ingenuity. Pioneer moves in close behind the guards. His hand darts as he barely touches the guard with his back to him.

A pen.

Pioneer slides over a foot and brushes past another as his hand dives in.

A folded piece of paper.

Another one as Pioneers heads towards the door.

Nothing.

He steps out of the door and adjusts his jacket to stuff the pen inside a hidden pocket. Behind the bunkhouse, looking into the sky, hands inside his jacket pocket the fingers unfold the paper. He looks around, there was nobody present, they are still inside. In front of the fence he looks down. It's handwritten and in German - some names and some numbers. It look linear - a list? A schedule? A shipping list?

The Captain will know, if I can pass it off to him. He'll be busy with the corpse now...it will have to be Mookie.

*In a quick deft boxing style movement L J side steps the remains and tears at Bakkels bed sheets, and covers whats left of the body of his old mate*

*narrows his eyes*

Tools, tools???

You must be joking. All you will do is using them to get out of here.
No, mein freund, you will bury him with your bear hands.

And since you will never leave this place, you have plenty of time to arange a funeral.

* spits on ground*

*Stares consideringly at the Nazi. He's not that big and he perhaps won't get his weapon aimed in time...*