Wachoffizier Pinguin sits back in the corner of Mercy's Inn, lost in thought, and stares at his glass.
So it has come to this... Men who served together for months, even years, in the toughest of conditions, forced to decide which of them will by killed by the others... Gott, I know that none of us onboard that U-boat are creatures!
He stares up at the ceiling, his eyebrows furrowed underneath the bill of his cap.
But I have been proven wrong before... Task Force and Aramike, two of our most loyel crewmembers... But Gorduz! You were so sure, weren't you, let yourself be convinced by these villagers...
You're so bloody smart. A sigh, and a glance at the kaleun, then the leutnant, and Pinguin's gaze returns to the glass in front of him.
Quietly the wachoffizier slides his hand to his pocket, and fingers his trusted pocketknife.
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