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Originally Posted by Nisgeis (Post 1690222)

"Ah you are most kind. Thank you. A smoke is the only pleasure I have been able to enjoy lately, but perhaps that is about to change?" Nisgeis said as he accepted an offered cigarette and light from Tinman764. He smiled broadly, but with cold eyes.

“Now, of course I am merely a humble servant of the great German war machine and I know as much as you, perhaps even less, I am sure. You are a man who likes to keep himself informed after all and it is all I can do these days to keep abreast of the rapidly changing political situation at home. However, let us take a few facts into account and see if we can make sense of them.”

“We know that we are on a secret base in a remote part of the world, which for all intents and purposes does not exist. We also know that a submarine full to the brim with the latest technology from the enemy just happens to land a hundred yards from an observation tower in a base, that you will recall, does not exist.”

“This submarine was, shall we say, performing an attack of ‘dubious’ merit. Namely, an attack on a heavily defended convoy during broad day light so close to an enemy coast that any major damage would have invited disaster and scuttling of the boat.”

“Yet, no scuttling took place.”

“When a sub that should have sunk arrives at a base that does not exist, people are expected to ask certain questions. It’s natural. We all know that.”

“But, surely you can see how discussion of a Britisher spy does not do our cause any good? There is of course no Britisher spy, but you can of course see how his position could be exposed merely by mentioning it to the prisoners. To have such an influence on a mission, the rank achieved must have been high. It would be a shame to nullify his patience with our impatience.”

“I’d like you to refrain from discussing further about Britisher spies and how they communicated with the task force that attacked them. Oberst Hunter IXC will be able to extricate them after a fashion, one at a time without arousing suspicion, if he is clever, which I believe him to be. Pass the word to the rest of the men that no one is to mention Britisher spies.”

“Oh, but my firend, too much of this oppressive work… Tell me… you have a wife? Girlfriend? What are her favourite flowers?”. Nisgeis drew a last drag on the cigarette given to him by Tinman764, let it drop to the floor and without a thought ground his heel into it, until it was dead.

He then turned and strode off towards the prized British submarine to search it from Bow to Sterm thoroughly.

"Roses..." he says to the vanishing figure of Nisgeis. "Um.."
*Lights another cigarette*
Surely when an SS officer confides so much to 1 person.. that must have a meaning.... right?
"Scheiße", mutters Tinman - I forgot to ask him if I can take part in the interigations!
Ok, so he doesn't want the others talking about English spies... I must make sure they don't - but he told me about it, so that means he must trust me with this information.
It's about time something interesting happened on this rock!

*Heads down to the Dormitories, finds some paper and a pen and in large letters posts a sign outside the door to the dorm - *

"BY ORDER OF THE SS -
THERE IS TO BE NO TALK OF ENGLISH SPIES!"

That should do it!

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Originally Posted by AVGWarhawk (Post 1690226)

"Not today mate as they say in your tiny island of a country. Best you stew with rats."

Then I can not fetch the water! * about-turns and goes for a kip! *

Rear settles down with a book in the North Tower, wishing that the Oberst had granted him a few POWs to start rebuilding the exterior wall...

He wonders which soldiers will be on kitchen duty tonight - none of the lower ranks were particularly good cooks and he hadn't had a good meal for weeks.

"I'll make sure that damn English cook Bakkels isn't going to be let near our food any time soon. No man that smelly should be in charge of food!"

As I turn to leave the POW compound I see Nisgeis and Tinman on the rampart. Both smoking. Tinman looking a bit nervous. I wonder what that is all about. Oh well, off to the dormitories. Time for a shower as I'm a might bit sweaty from my gardening. Besides, I'm on leave. I should go into town and tie one one. Oh strudel, I'm on this wretched island. Go to town. Tie one on. Yea....sure.

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Originally Posted by Tarrasque (Post 1690211)

*For lack of more productive activities, Tarrasque leaves the bunkhouse. Pretending to jog, he takes the opportunity to eye up the strength of the fence.*

"Must be a weak patch somewhere."

* L J cant sleep, goes to the bunkhouse door and its slightly ajar * Good grief, I am more tired than I thought. * opens the door and steps into the fenced compound* Hey there is the Chief, what's he up to! " Chief, just going to take the water inside and I shall join you in a mo. "

After grabbing a couple bits of bread from the cookhouse, Tinman strolls back over to the dorm - stopping briefly to ensure the poster is still clearly visible.
No beer today, not after last night.. god I stunk! It's been a long day and I'm sure I wont be missed... I have a feeling I'm going to need to stay fresh for whatever these damn Englishmen have in store for us.

*Climbs into his bed and falls asleep*

Thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine.

Thirty nine steps. There are thirty nine steps between each pole holding the wiring of the compound. Half of thirty nine is....

Pioneer does the maths quickly in his head.

Nineteen and a half. Nine and a half feet is the halfway point between each post.

Pioneer walks back alongside the perimeter fence, mentally counting off the paces again.

Sixteen, seventeen eighteen.

He scrapes his feet along the soil, a red plume of dust rises as he toe digs in and a red stain taints his black boots. He stops, and looks back to the south where the closest turret stands. He turns further, the north turret is away. He finds the halfway point of the halfway section of the wire compound away from the castle.

Here.

He looks through the fence and beyond the cleared grass, there is something out there, on the edge of those trees. And he smells water, water being washed downstream through some rocks. The fresh smell and the cool of water.

He has found where the weakest link, where the fence will give the most rise, if he had to go under.

He touches his pockets where his possessions use to be, they are gone. He looks to the sky and back at his shadow. It is late afternoon, night is coming. Darkness will fall.

Upon arriving to the dormatories

Quote:

"BY ORDER OF THE SS -
THERE IS TO BE NO TALK OF ENGLISH SPIES!"

"This man is completely off his rocker! English spies? These men came by uboat! Not many spies in the forward battery let alone any other compartment in the boat. I'm thinking the beer has really gone to his head! Besides, he smells of pee. Perhaps there was something said on that rampart after all. I think this island has made everyone mad!"

"No need. I'm going to get my head down"

*Tarrasque heads to his bunk and closes his eyes.*

Yes I really must follow suit. Hmm I have an idea which may help me sleep. * After quick observation of the sleeping crew inside, and Pioneer out In the compound * I must be quick, ugh uh shuffle shuffle uh ahh ! Time for bed. * With a satisfied grin petty officer L J eyes lids roll shut. *

Takeda nervously eyes the rafters from his bunk. Thinking to himself; his mind raced over the events of the past day.

'I'll never get to sleep tonight. I'll never get used to this. These guards, this restrictive talk, the cruelity. It is obscene. It is inhuman. I just want to get out of here. 'Guess none of that matters. I'll die here. I'll never see home again. Never....'

In my bunk thinking of the days events and home:

"Time for some shut eye and dreaming of home. Thankfully I have the garden to keep my sanity. Mom and dad, "Go join the army. See the world." What were they thinking? Here I am seeing the world! Sure, in my 4 square miles of not much to look at. Surrounded by not much to look at water. Add Nisgeis and his nutty SS ideas. The man just looks diabolical! Throw in Tinman who is apparently spooked yet one who sends me to get water for thankless POW like he is about something. I don't get it nor will I. Perhaps I will make some small talk with the POW tomorrow if I can. See what is going on in the outside world. After all, a gardener who is just above worm grade does not get much information about the outside world. Mostly I hear how crappy my meals are. I'm a private. I don't see much advancement on this rock. Private Gardner at your service. Fetch water for the POW's. So and so would agree to kiss their liver lilly arses. Meh, they can hug my ripe tomatoes. I have really grown a great distaste for this island. If I keep on I will only grow more angry with my situation. Yes, perhaps tomorrow I will talk with our POW. "

Rolls over disgruntled.

Hauptmann Rear puts down his book and stretches (loudly). Time to grab something to eat from the kitchens. He tries to find an on-duty soldier to cover the wall and turrets overlooking the POW camp, but the castle seems almost deserted.

10 minutes later Rear gulps down the last of the sausages and mashed potato dinner. Suddenly his stomach growls and it seems this meal has decided to pass right through...time to run past the POW camp to the privy.

Curse AVGWarhawk and his goddamn potatoes. This might take a while :Kaleun_Sick:

*goes inside

damn its cold out there

*taking a sip from his hipflask*

Ah that's bettter. Look at those Germans watching us. They seem even more nervous then we are. And we're the ones being held captive. Can't blame them though; they hardly have us outnumbered. Hah! If only we had some guns we'd be showing them... Hm nature calls... Ah man, those privy's don't really look inviting, but I"ve gotta make some room though, my flask isn't even half empty.

*Walks to the privy's in a not-so straight line and relieves himself*
Ok, time to hit the sack. Maybe I'll come up with a brilliant plan to....

*hears a noise from the woods, runs/stumbles back to the bunkhouse*

Ok ok, take it easy. No reason to loose your marbles. It's an island for god's sake, nothing to worry about accept those Krauts.

*Empties his flask*
W-Well I'd better get all the shleep I can. There's probably *hip* going to be enough aczion tomorrow....

Darkness falls as I continue to walk the perimeter. Occasionally I drag my foot across the soil, digging through the soft earth crust. It looks like sand - I guess that is to be expected on an island. I'm thinking tunnel.

A cold chill begins to blanket the isle. The shadows of the castle reach across the compound. The sun is behind the turrets and walls, but not yet down.

"They put the compound in the wrong spot." I think. A look around sees few lights. It feels colder, like death is hanging over.

Pioneer walks into the bunkhouse and flops down on his space. He curls up the Watchmans jacket tighter to fend off the cold.

It is Night
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The sun crawls behind the ominous forest and night descends on Verposten X. Oberst HunterICX, Schuetze the_tyrant, & Hauptmann Rear dine on a rich feast in the Great Hall, leaving only Schuetze Oberon on guard in the East Turret.

Gefreiter August, Oberfeldwebel Ducimus, Gefreiter Tinman764, &
Schuetze The Enigma have turned in early.

Schuetze AVGWarhawk stands watch in the dock guard.

Seaman Jimbuna is alone, in the infirmary, bound securely.

No one has seen SS Nisgeis since the afternoon.

In the camp, Captain Raptor and his men troop into Bunkhouse A. Sailor Pioneer announced that he has found an old latrine trench running under the fence.

"The bunkhouses shield it from the view of both the tower, so a man may be able to crawl through the trench to the privies and escape," he said.

"There's no where to escape to," countered Chief Tarrasque. "If you haven't noticed."

"All the same," mused Captain Raptor, "it may be useful to reconniter the grounds and get to know the terrain better. One man won't be missed and he could be back in the camp by night. Any volunteers?"

The Enigma called it a day and went to bed.

Aaaah, glad to have those damned boots removed, what a relief.
Hitler should send me a pair of his boots,
I'm sure those are hand made.....

*Hildegard was machst du den jetzt? Ist alles noch OK bei dir?*

After a short period, The Enigma felt asleep. A light snarl was send into the deep dark night

"Schuetze the_tyrant, you are lucky that we allow you the privilege of dining with the officers tonight. Pass me the salt please.

Oberst HunterICX, the armoury was in order during my inspection earlier. On a side note I also found some rather toxic potatoes in the kitchen that I thought Nisgeis might like to use during interrogation.

Also, with your permission, I would ask you to reconsider the decision you made earlier and allow some prisoners to seal the breach in the North Tower... Ducimus could oversee this perhaps - the British pigs seem scared of him haha! I feel this is an important issue still because who knows what sort of beast could crawl in through there"