@ Tinman764:
Ich weiß es auch nicht, koempel (I don't know either)

I believe he was the cook. He must heave done a terrible job to butcher him
like this.

“Incredible! It would take a great deal of strength to smash his rib cage like that. The human body is much tougher to break than one might imagine.”


Nisgeis knelt down by the body.


“Hmmm, yes. He appears to have slash marks starting here and presumably ending where his bowels used to be. Ah, I see they are now over in that corner. Trying to escape?”


He looked up and smiled “They won’t be of much use to him over there.”


“Throat swiped? No… there are no slash marks on either side of the neck. Something else. A bite perhaps? His throat was ripped out? Ah now I see a puncture wound just here do you see? Just under his jawline.”

Nisgeis took a finger and inserted it into the wound. “Fairly deep too. Perhaps a bear.”
He withdrew his finger and sucked the blood off with his mouth. “There’s a strange taste there… it reminds me of something...”

Nisgeis moved the shattered organs about in what remained of the chest cavity and reached under lungs, searching for any clues.

“Well, all of his organs appear to be there and as far as I can tell, they are smashed, but of the right weight for a man of his age. Whatever did this does not appear to have partaken of his flesh.”

Nisgeis stood up, blood dripping from his upper arms and hands and pooling on the floor. He rubbed his chin absent mindedly, smearing blood over himself in the process. He looked up at Raptor1.

“Now, Captain. Something I really must ask. Do you really have to manouver your entire boat in order to aim your torpedoes? This seems so inefficient!”

*Glares at the guards and clenches his fists*

"Damn murdering Nazi bastards. What the hell did Bakkels do to you?"

*charges in the room*

Now now, take it easy *strokes gun*

Rising my weapon towards Tarrasque;

Halt deine klappe (shut up)!
You are not in the position to talk like that.

*Takes Harras back to his kennel. Stops by at the infirmary on the way*

"Herr Englander...it would seem that one of your crew is a murderer...they have killed your cook. Herr Oberst Hunter is somewhat busy because of this...can I get you a drink?"

*Harras licks Jims hand and accidentally gets blood on it*

"Oh...nein...Harras! Excuse me...I will wipe that up."

*He gets a cloth and cleans Jims hand*

Leaves the dormatories rubbing eyes in the bright sunlight. Slept all night but feeling quite tired. Making his way around the compound AVGWarhawk listens in and witnesses all the commotion.


"Amongst all the commotion, something about blood, dog, shrapnel and someone ripped apart perhaps it is a good time to get aquainted with one of the POW. Yes, I think the one strapped down would like a nice chat. Easy to handle and probably quite talkative by now. If anything he could probably use the bathroom if he has peed himself already"

Walks to the POW compound.

Enters the compound basically unnoticed and seeks out the sailor strapped to the table.

Upon finding said sailor,

"You there, what is your name?"

* looks around but can not see the sub- Lieutenant, or Chief, so resumes command whilst the Captain is in the other bunkhouse * " On me men! Listen up, here's the deal. Jerry's running round like blue arsed flies. Yes we are all shook up, but keep it together men, it will sink in soon but right now I need you guys to switch on and stay with it, don't let them see any weakness got it "

Well...it is a piece of Work Nisgeis won't you say?
clearly the guy takes great pride in murdering someone like this whith such brutality...I would have loved to see the last look on his face.

Anyway....clean up this mess will you Captain? and when do you find out which of you bloodthirsty brits had taken his grudge against the cook you'll inform me...yes? can't have him go away unpunished now can we *smiles*

Ow...I heard your friend in the infirmary just woke up...he'll be on his way soon here...so you might want to hurry with cleaning this mess up!

Hauptmann! get them to work!
Schütze (*points to Tyrant*) get some buckets and mobs from the castle!

*leaves the camp and heads back to the castle*

"Gemeiner! Lower your weapon!" Strides over to The Enigma and Tarrasque. "If there are to be any reprisals for over this it will be ordered by the Oberst. Until then we must let these murders contemplate their fate."

*Turns to Tarrasque*

"Cleaning up your evidence no idoubt! You don't want use finding out you're on a spying mission so you kill your spy, correct? You disgust me!"

Chief there you are, come over take a seat, lets try calm. * Trying not to shake with anger, the boxers rage starting to surface but not, not in front of the men *

*comes back with buckets and mops*
:xnow we have to clean this up
:shifty:

"I'd love one but I'd prefer to be unshackled so I could lift the glass/cup to my mouth myself. What's happened ouitside?"

"I'm the 1940 hide-and seek champion....simply hanging about and hoping I'll not be forgotten. Got a cigarette?"

*pleased yer balls are in a bag or you'd probably forget them too* :03:

"I've just come from aboard a submarine. If I wanted the man dead, I would have had plenty of opportunity then. No doubt it's some Nazi's sadistic idea of a game."

*His face is getting angrier and angrier.*

*clutches his fist until it turns white*

Bloody undisciplined murderous barbarian savages!

*slams his hand against the wall*

Damn them. Mr. Justice! See what we can do about burying poor Mr. Bakkels. The Krauts might have abandoned civilization but we most certainly shall not.