Roleplay Part 4

"I doubt a drink would do my old back any good," I replied jokingly to the one offering the drink, before turning to the other one, the laughing one, "aswell as anything good on my 'horrible' eyesight." It was good to know that though most of our lives have well ended, the day the bombs dropped, not everyone buried himself in war... In any case, it'd be good to travel again. I've nothing against the reds in particular, but an old incident back in the day taught me to keep my hands in my pockets.

Well, atleast I'm out of that train cart. Felt like I stayed there for a week, even if it were just a day.

 

Dark tunnel, wheel rattle and the smell of death, That's how our journey to the Reich began. LOL I lit another cigarette. It seemed my hands were beginning to shake more and more as we approached the Reich, so I tried to hide it by readying guns. I loaded my rifle with the 45 round mag and toke the safety off, I then took my fathers pistol out of my backpack and gently put it in the holster on my waist behind my back. "ready for war" I said to myself.

 

We haven't started moving yet, Aaron :3
I noticed in the corner of my eye that Dimitri geared up with shaking hands. He seemed to be ready, but also nervous. I looked over at him. "Dimitri" I said calmly, with a slight chuckle in it. "Remember what Andrey said. We do not necessarily even have to fight our way through here. But it is indeed well that you are prepared at all times, I have to admire and respect that. Just remember to keep your mind clear and focused. It would be a shame if any of us opened fire unnecessarily and therefor would give out our position to the reich". I said the last sentence while staring directly at Dimitri.

 

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Wow I'm stupid

Ben assured me that our journey to the reich would be clean. But I still had my doubts, if only he knew how much depended on my safe passage. I could not find the courage to tell him, I just hung my head low and finished my cigarette.

Nice darknringer

 

I saw Dima was getting nervous, his hands shaking. I wasn't any better myself. The last time I had raided the nazis, they had put a bounty on my head - 600 bullets. That's more than many of the metro citizens made a year. But I swore to myself, that if they opened fire on us, I'd prove I was worth the bounty.

I had to trust Andrey. He had got us straight through a station known for it's bureaucracy, just by showing off a pass. I hoped he had more tricks up his sleeve, because we were gonna need it.

 

As Andrey signaled that we should get moving, I let down my arms and pushed myself off of the wall that I had been leaning against. I jumped down onto the rails, flicked on the flashlight on my HK that I grabbed from the side of my gas mask, and was now ready. I walked a little forward, leaning the HK back up onto my shoulder, holding it up with one hand as I waited for the others to join us.

 

I was a little disappointed that we had to go on foot, but I guess it was for the best. I slowly hopped off the cart, turned on my head lamp and headed forwards with Benjamin. A held my rifle at the ready, just in case.

 

I knew little of their mission, but seeing as one of them was being pushed around and the other was nervous and shakey, I could make up some conclusions in my mind. I nodded and followed them quietly, closing my eyes every few minutes to hone it back to its night friendly light.

 

As we walked, facing ahead, I said quietly to Andrey "Touch me again, and I swear I'll blast your head off". Sure, I had been a mental nazi, but part of me was still the amnesiac, the guy who fought against the reich, the man who thought he wasn't a bad guy. "I agreed to follow you to your boss, and that's what I'm doing" I said, still not looking at him.

Inside, I was a mess of feelings, shame, anger, pride, disgust, hope, fear, hatred, and madness. My mood changed from one moment to the next, and this only made me angrier. I used to be cool-headed, sure of myself, unafraid. Now everything was wrong, everyone seemed to be an enemy.

 

Before his sentence was even finished, I whipped around to the right, drawing my knife. My blade was at his throat, my left hand bent his left arm back in a painful position. My heart was beating wildly, and my breath came in short heavy gasps. I wanted to just force the knife into his neck, feel the warm rush of his life as it poured out over my hand.

"Don't... you... F**KING... TRY ME!" I yelled into his ear.

 

I stopped dead in my tracks. Seeing Steven hold a blade to Andrey's throat made me realize just how dangerous he could be. I now had a difficult choice to make, do I let Steven butcher Andrey like the pig he is or help him so we can finish the mission. "Steven...put the knife down. You know we him, at least for now.Even if he is an arrogant bastard we can't do it without him" I calmly said.

 

The tunnel stretched before me, and Andrey's damned silhouette was in the center of the light cast by my headlamp. I lined up the shot, right at the back of his head, my hands shaking and then becoming steady. I took a deep breath and...

 

A Sound echos from the left as a man in a old Soviet Uniform lurches forward, in a slight daze as he lets out a croaked voice "Hello?"

He stumbles over some crap on the ground, straightening himself as he looks at the group of unknowns, his hand moving to the front of his jacket, reaching into the left slightly
"Comrades! Identify yourself!"

 

This time I did not falter. I dropped to my knee and aimed my rifle right at the strangers chest, "STOP! hands up" I demanded.

 

"at the Strangers Chest", so I guess thats me

My hand darts into my Jacket, pulling out my Makarov as my eyes fix on the man with the gun pointing at me, each eye twitching slightly as his gun levels at me.

"I dont want any trouble my Friends, lets all walk away without any Holes"