It was evening, with a mist rolling into the starry night and adding to the paranoia at the sign labelled in the German word for' checkpoint' as a Skull & Crossbones hung on a roadblock of wood and barbed wire.
It was guarded by snarling German shepherds on chain leashes and a few bulky men in M36 Field Grey Wool Tunics, matching M-40 Side Caps and tightly holding Mp-40s, unaware that a few miles away,a trio of shermans with shells replaced with paintballs wherea about to attack.
"It appears that we got ourselves some kind of security outpost.....no way that they'd like to see it messed up" Sammy smiled as he popped his head out the c
Klara gave a rather innocuous smile that hid a lot of message, a smile that she had perfected from Nonna. A smile that indicated nothing malicious, yet also nothing heartfelt.
She, with Sammy,nonna and katyusha,where sat in a wooden hut as snow pummeled down outside.
"This is great!" Sammy moaned loudly as he enjoyed another ladle of the soup,thick liquid dripping from the steaming pot and into the bowl.
"What about the tanks?" He added.
"A problem we ourselves are wrestling with,as long as they have our tanks,we have no choice but to accept defeat" Klara replied, looking toward the two other girls.
"But doesn't Sammy and Saunders have s
Takeshi Sato was the standard issue white face with the ubiquitous square shoulders and squarer chin that was close shaved and spoke with a harsh yet peaceful baritone voice.
Same as all the other dreamers who enlisted in the matchathon against kuromine, expecting a joyride into Berlin and unaware of the nightmare that was waiting for them.
He was going to use the matches to aid in running from his crimes,but was unable to make it work and was now being interrogated by..... blue division high school.
St gloriana where busy, so left the duties of information collecting to the girls in deep cleavaged blue collared shirts with school insignia
Sammy sat down and waited until a plate of food was brought to him by the duce,who then sat down opposite him, with a burly man who was sat down a little way away, it was obvious that the years hadn't been kind to him; the dark circles around his eyes alone paid homage to that quite clearly as he hobbled away from the area a minute later.
"This is great!" Sammy exclaimed, accidentally fireing bits of food from his mouth.
Our school’s no slouch when it comes to fine cuisine!” Anchovy proudly declared puffing out her chest. “...If only our enthusiasm transferred to matches... Eh we’ll work on it later,” she quiet
"what do you think you are doing?" The guy from the tiger tank asked, extremely anoyed.
"It's not my fault that the building just so happened to be loaded with kidnapped BC freedom students who i am currently...umm...... getting information from..... and nothing else!" Sammy took off a pair of shades and slowly tried to convince him of the story, failing.
"I mean about the tank that you broke!" He added.
"I'll look into it later today or tomorrow" Sammy moaned loudly, causing the tiger guy to walk away, remembering the event of 4 minutes ago:
"get back here!" The tiger guy begged as the gunner fired up at the window with the tanks machine
Alex 'Texas' carver was the kind of officer who'd been born in the uniform,He was never a baby or an infant. He was a serious man with who rolled off the SCPD assembly line in the United Kingdom a few years back.
He was kicked out for using 'unnessesery force against criminals'...but how else did they want him to deal with peadophiles,give them a hug and a stearn talking to?.
Affter that,he enlisted into st Gloriana and became a vital asset to the school, it's tankery club and primarily their intelligence agency called gi5....not that they needed the help.
The room was clean and tidy, Churchill tanks lined up nearly all in rows of 4 as ale
The jagpanthers blocked the large steel gates of the large and fortified mansion that housed
Outside of the building, Sammy,topless and donning a Stetson and shades,was talking with his oppressors, the others sat on the m4 as confused as everyone else.
"Garlic, sunlight, crosses are all things that assume to kill vampires. That is not true. Sunlight has no affect on vampires, they don't burn like folk tales state. Same goes for garlic and crosses,it only weakens them.....The only true way to kill a vampire is a stake to their heart" Sammy said.
"Vat ze fock....can ve just kill ziz little focker?" Asked the guy in the left side
Grimsbane sat down on the table that was now opposite the main sofa as conversation brewed,as had a massive amount of minty hot chocolate that the duo consumed as they spoke.
"So....how did you recover from the injuries sustained during the incident?" He asked, taking a light sip of beverage.
"Physically, great..... but mentally...i don't know" Sammy replied with a grin before asking about the girl currently huddled in the corner of the room.
"Ohh, she's just a patient who wasn't supposed to be released until 3216...got things wrong with her,you know?" Grimsbane sighed as he leaned forwards.
"She seems quite ordinary" Sammy replied.
"so..... what now?" Sammy asked.
He was sat down with the chairman of the student council,Anzu Kadotani.
"You saved our school, you need to have some kind of reward" she stated, offering a sweet dried potato chip.
Sammy darted his eyes around the room, looking for a reasonable reward for kadonati to give him..... only to see a drunken megumi stumble into the room and crash on Sammy as anzu looked on in confusion,as where rumi and azumi,who where stood outside the door.
"I'll make it better" megumi moaned loudly as she tried to wrap her lips around his bloody arm.
Sammy was trying to work out exactly how much megumi had drunk as well as k
"fuck,fuck.....GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!" Sammy cursed under his breath as he pulled out a razor blade from his pocket, looking down at his arm for a few seconds before gently placing the sharp side of the blade on his wrist and slicing.
Until now, Sammy had been in a dream, but the burning sensation of the cutting of his wrist shot him back to reality.
There was nothing but the sounds of screams, non-stop. Screams of pain, of fear.
The Soviet tanks and'John brown' the Sherman where slowly squeaking a few metres behind, raining hell opon the enemy as they did the same with their stuGs; the night sky lit up with flashing lights from shells and
"That's the third one today, Wally."
The mechanic sure was an arrogant little punk for someone who'd never seen what it was like outside the garage. Sure, he had to fix everything broken on the Sherman or order up a new one until he could get the previous two overhauled when they were totaled, and maybe that gave him some right to piss and moan. But giving Sergeant Coley, the Sergeant Wallace Coley, hell for losing his Sherman in a one-on-one with a Tiger? That was more than a bit much.
"Don't gimme that look, Wally. Browning wants you in another match before the sun goes down, and I gotta get the last Sherman's engine completely replaced
Chapter 12: Knight and Princess
A small pickup truck with a makeshift cloth cover trudged along through the snowy road, filled with people crammed so tightly together the cold air almost didn't impact them. The little truck tottered along, clearly not suited for its precious cargo. But everyone on board had no other choice. They had to flee west, escape the war, escape the destruction, escape the hopelessness.
Even if there was still the chance Westheim wouldn't allow them through… they had to try.
The next stop was Saint-Urbain. A bustling village only hours away from the Westheim border by car. Not an industrial powerhouse, but i
(NYPD STATION, LOWER MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY, 8:00 PM)
" Mr. Rockford, " the African-American male interrogator sternly called his name. " Have you been involved with extreterrestrials, Inhumans, mutants, and any other supernatural beings? "
" No, " Agent Omega blandly answered as he lied to protect his involvement in S.M.A.S.H. and other affiliations.
" Did you know these people? " the man presented images from his tablet of people he worked. Omega sternly looked at his interrogator as he sighed. The man stood up and found nothing to obtain from him.
" Well then, our session is over. You have to wait for the n
(Sergeants Gray and Boule, and Father McAmighirn, and Captain Heffloffer belong to Methowolf).
(Germany, May 30, 1944).
The Flock were flying, enjoying the feeling of the fresh German wind in their hair. When, they saw Burkhalter.
Max said, "Can see him, from all the way up here. Shows how big Burkhalter is." They descended, "Listen to what they say, but keep out of sight."
They landed, and listened. Burkhalter, some random German Colonel, and six other officers. They heard Burkhalter say, "Tonight, Colonel Layman, you and your men shall drive to Stalag 13. You shall receive the rest of your mission there. Don't worry about Klink, he know