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Originally Posted by Oberon
*Takes Harras back to his kennel. Stops by at the infirmary on the way*
"Herr Englander...it would seem that one of your crew is a murderer...they have killed your cook. Herr Oberst Hunter is somewhat busy because of this...can I get you a drink?"
*Harras licks Jims hand and accidentally gets blood on it*
"Oh...nein...Harras! Excuse me...I will wipe that up."
*He gets a cloth and cleans Jims hand*
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"I'd love one but I'd prefer to be unshackled so I could lift the glass/cup to my mouth myself. What's happened ouitside?"
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Originally Posted by AVGWarhawk
Leaves the dormatories rubbing eyes in the bright sunlight. Slept all night but feeling quite tired. Making his way around the compound AVGWarhawk listens in and witnesses all the commotion.
"Amongst all the commotion, something about blood, dog, shrapnel and someone ripped apart perhaps it is a good time to get aquainted with one of the POW. Yes, I think the one strapped down would like a nice chat. Easy to handle and probably quite talkative by now. If anything he could probably use the bathroom if he has peed himself already"
Walks to the POW compound.
Enters the compound basically unnoticed and seeks out the sailor strapped to the table.
Upon finding said sailor,
"You there, what is your name?"
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"I'm the 1940 hide-and seek champion....simply hanging about and hoping I'll not be forgotten. Got a cigarette?"
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Originally Posted by HunterICX
Well...it is a piece of Work Nisgeis won't you say?
clearly the guy takes great pride in murdering someone like this whith such brutality...I would have loved to see the last look on his face.
Anyway....clean up this mess will you Captain? and when do you find out which of you bloodthirsty brits had taken his grudge against the cook you'll inform me...yes? can't have him go away unpunished now can we *smiles*
Ow...I heard your friend in the infirmary just woke up...he'll be on his way soon here...so you might want to hurry with cleaning this mess up!
*leaves the camp and heads back to the castle*
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*pleased yer balls are in a bag or you'd probably forget them too*
