Roleplay part 8

you are suppose to color any out of character statement red, easier to tell its an out of character statement.

 

not possible im on a ps3

 

you guys went ahead i caught up when skaara pupossed the idea of a fake prisoner and steve has been to D6 before right after the bombs fell

 

well i know the way my character has been to D6 so not like he would get caught

 

I suggest you read through these once more, Steve. No, twice, thrice more, because it doesn't seem to go through all that wax in your ears. And if it does go through, then it must be going right out through the other ear again.
Don't make things up along just to have advantages, for example Steve knowing his way around in D6. :tsk:

"Good points, Melkov. Although I would be concidered one of the more valued heads of the group, and my appearance is quite recognizable, I would make a good prisoner to be brought to Glock, and so do I wish to, as I want to part-take in the group who goes for Glock. But he is far more familiar with Odessa, and her head is definitely even more valued than mine", I said.

I was suddenly more open to discussing, as it suddenly seemed that we did have the time for it, and it was needed in order for any plan to work out properly and correctly. "Gena, Melkov and Fyodor take possession of Odessa's belongings, cuff her, and lead her to Glock's office. Meanwhile, I will together with Darkbringer, Joe, Steve, Wojcie and Sergei search for the Toxin, I believe?", I suggested.

 

i looked at benjamin than taking my dogtags off i handed them to him then i said so if i die give these to the kid so my group will help her. "

 

Casually, I retrieved the dogtags and nodded before I put them in my belt pouch together with some of my military grade bullets.

 

Listening to Benjamin's plan, I feel much more confient on the group's success rate. I step outside for a second and walk down to the end of the tunnel. Peeking around the corner, just as before, I do not see another patrol pass. I then walk back to the office.

"It looks like were clear. You guys better go first. If we say we found Odessa in the control room, then this place will be swarming with Nazis within minutes. Probably don't want to stick around for that. I'll deal with the bodies before we head out." I say to Benjamin.

Walking over to Odessa, I remove a pair of handcuffs from a pouch on the uniform's belt. I click them around Odessa's wrists, I do so carefully, trying not to disturb Jet. I pick Odessa's bag off the floor and swing it over my shoulder. Through the corner of my eye, I see Polina standing in the room, I had forgotten she was here. Benjamin did not mention her in his plan.

"What about the girl?" I ask Benjamin.

 

When Fyodor asked about Polina, I realized that I had completely forgotten about her. (Sorry if I forgot about anyone else in the RP as well, they'll be going with the toxin-group) "I suppose that she goes with the group she feels most confident and secure with. Although I would advise for her to come with us, as we will be stealthily making our way past the Nazis, whilst the group that goes for Glock will be practically swimming in them. If she really is being haunted by the Reich, most of them will most likely recognize her. It would pretty much put the group going for Glock to a higher risk. I suggest she comes with us", I stated and gave her a face expression which I have trouble describing. One of the more caring expressions, yet a bit serious as if saying 'Are you ready? Let's go'.

 

I sit up on the desk, my normal items lie underneath. Benjamin answers my question, and he was right, Polina would be safer with them. She would make a good prisoner, but our mission was much more dangerous then theirs. If we even speak a wrong word, we could get discovered and shot on sight. I wasn't about to risk the safety of a group member for some appearance bonus. I take another drag from the cigarette and Gena asks me about my knowledge of the German language. I turn my head towards him.

"Ich weiß genug" I answer Gena.

I then carefully look over to fascist rifle. Aiming down the iron sights and I scan the room. Satisfied with the steadiness of the rifle, I lean back from it and look back to Gena.

"Just don't make go off and start a conversation." I say with a smirk, cigarette perched in the corner of my mouth.

 

Its quite amazing. Except for that fact that it does not conjugate verbs in some languages like, Spanish for example.

"I'm Fyodor, (you) can call me Fy." I respond to Gena.

I think for a few seconds about a German name, taking another drag from the cigarette. I was not a huge fan of tobacco, but I had to remove the stress from my body if I was going to walk through a station full of Nazis. Nicotine was the closest outlet, other than the bottle of bourbon in my rucksack. Don't think the group would like it much if I popped the cork during our mission to D-6. Several names of Reich soldiers I've previously known go through my head. I eventually end up mixing two together.

"Rudi Becker." the name flows from my lips.

Rudi Klein and Josef Becker. The two of them weren't bad guys, for Reich standards at least. I take another drag from the cigarette. Exhaling the bi-product through my nostrils like a bull. I lean back against the desk, and wait for Melnikov to answer.

 

That's a lot of pages
And from all I know (I learn German in school), stehen means either stand (as in last stand), or in wir stehen (We stand)
A lot of discussion in the group, about the plan, the groups, the usual whens and wheres. When Benjamin finally allowed for us to split of, I was just about to give him a hug. Instead I just nodded at him, ensuring by eye contact that he knew I was thankful.

 

*after devising a plan we agreed I'd be the 'trophy' to trap Glock. I was fine with that. only thing I was worried about was how to get out and the safety of all of us, but if we got this far, I was sure we could get out succesfully*

'right, sounds like a plan. Gena, you know what to do with the toxin. we get the antidote from Glock as well. destroy every single one of them, except a tiny sample. as far I understood, we got the formulae for it. I'm sure Glock will have the antidote one as well some where in his office. one more thing, well two' I stopped for a second and looked at Jet.

'Go with Benji my girl, you will be fine' with this Jet left my side after a worried meoaw and jumped onto Benji's shoulder. 'you look after her Benji, and if I don't make it, just make sure to find a good home for her'

'now, last thing, it wont be very credible that you captured me without me putting up a fight, so one of you is gonna have to punch me on the face to make it more credible. I won't bite, I promise, so go ahead' I said to the guys, turning my face so they could have good acces to my cheek.

'one last thing, can someone please roll me up a smoke? I think i need it.' I said with a smile.

*the cuffs felt ok, not too tight, but good enough if someone went to inspect them. I felt adrenaline mixed with fear and said a prayer to whichever gods were looking after us. I just hoped we would all make it out alive from this place*

 

"Gute Gefreiter." I responded to Gena. "Sie lernen die Möglichkeiten des Gegners, wenn Sie sie kämpfen für eine Weile. Sie können für uns sprechen, ich bin nicht fließend." I did not have fond memories of the Red Line, but it had been helpful to live there for awhile, fighting the Nazis on a regular basis, it appeared.


"I'm Grigori. You can call me Dieter Schulz, though, going forward." Odessa seemed to be fine with the plan, as Fyodor handcuffed her. Benjamin and the others were ready to head out the door.

"Sorry, Odessa." I punched her in the face, my fist contacting her cheek, and then kicked her in the back of the knee. Helping her up, I said "That will give you a little bit of a limp through the station, but it should clear up by the time we get to where we are going. Again, I'm sorry." I meant it. But the Nazis were a brutal bunch, and I needed to get in character for that.

"Fyodor, mind lending her one of those smokes?"

 

I could see Darkbringer's eyes lighting up like two headlights on a traincart in a dark tunnel after I concluded my plan. I liked the fact that we were going to use my plan. I almost felt honored. Odessa ordered Jet to follow with us, and the cat meowed before it jumped up onto my shoulder. It was strange being around an animal that did not want to eat you. It was a pleasant sensation. Having Jet with us was also a good advantage, and I knew that. To add to the realism, Melkov was quick to punch Odessa in the face and kick her in the knee. We were beginning to seem more and more ready.

Uhm, I'm sort of confused here.. If Gena has planted explosives at the toxin storage, ready to blow, and going for Glock who most likely has the only cure for the toxin, what is the "toxin-group" doing then actually?