>>920523
>Ignore the woman, check out the cells.
NOPE

>>920523
>Approach the woman slowly, keep your rifle at the ready.

>>920523
>Approach the woman slowly, keep your rifle at the ready.

>>920523
>Approach the woman slowly, keep your rifle at the ready.

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You slowly lowered your rifle from your shoulder, your hands digging into your colt monitor's wooden grips. The heavy rifle shaking slightly as you slowly made your way forwards, yet the comfort of it resting in your hands helped calm you down. If the woman made any wrong moves, then you were more than ready to empty the entire magazine into her back.

"Jesus fucking christ..." Guzman stated breathlessly as he looked upon the destruction wrought upon the helpless prisoners.

"The casings are cold... chances are that they did this as soon as we stared the assault." Logan spoke up, his sentence being punctuated by the sound of a lead casing hitting the ground.

"You think she had any idea on what was going on here?" Guzman asked.Even though you couldn't see, you could picture him gesturing to Strasse in your mind.

"No, she was with us with us when this happened... though I imagine that her sister knew. Maybe she even ordered it." Gilmore replied as you continued to edge forward. As you made your way closer, you realised that the woman seemed to be praying.

As soon as you were less than five meters away however, the woman seemed to stop praying, the slight movement causing you to come to a stop. As you came to a halt however, the woman began to stand up. Her white gown falling into place and obscuring her legs from your view. As she stood up, she paused, before turning around to face you. A tired, and slightly forced smile on her face.

You locked your eyes with the golden eyes of the spectre in front of you, the both of you staring each other down for a few seconds. Her smile only seeming to widen while you resisted the urge to fully lower your rifle and smile back at her. She looked the same as before, aside from a few gemstones embedded into her gown, and a red ribbon in her hair.

"Hey. Eugen! EUGEN!" At this point, your impromptu staring match was interrupted as you registered your close friend shaking you by the shoulder. You slowly broke your eyes away from the spectre and looked over at Logan.

"Hey man, you alright?" Logan asked, sounding just as concerned as he looked. You simply nodded and turned back towards the spectre.

Who for the 3rd time today, had pulled a disappearing act. Leaving only the corpses, and the imprint of a pair of high-heels in the blood.

>Investigate the corpses.
>Investigate the cells.
>Take a bit to make sure that you aren't going insane.
>Other (write in)

>>921057
>Take a bit to make sure that you aren't going insane.
>Investigate the corpses.

>>921094
This.

>>921057
This: >>921094

>>921057
>Take a bit to make sure that you aren't going insane.
>Investigate the corpses.

You slowly took your hand off your rifle and ran it over your face, wiping the sweat off your brow in one simple move as you sighed and began to try and calm yourself down.

Inhale. Count to four. Exhale.

You repeated the process a couple of times, willing your shaking hands to steady as your squad mates made their rounds, checking the corpses for life that was no longer there.

"You don't look good man, tell me what's up. Is it the corpses?"" Logan asked as he patted you on the shoulder again.

"It wasn't the corpses... but it's fine. I'm good now." You replied, still unwilling to reveal what you knew about the woman in white. You quickly brushed Logan's hand off your shoulder and made your way over to the corpses.

Arrayed in the centre of the room was a group of six corpses, a mixture of men and women. Ranging from teenagers to pensioners. Their wounds were all bullet wounds to various parts of the body, the pensioner having taken the worst of the fire.

Your first point of interest was the corpse that the spectre had been standing over. The body lay on it's front, with no obvious bullet wounds from what you could see. leading you to believe that either the bullets hadn't penetrated through all the way, or he had been killed after the first group.

You squatted down and put your hand against the body's neck, the lack of a pulse and the coldness of the flesh indicating that he was one of the dead. You then reached over and rolled him over onto his back.

As you rolled him over, it hit you. The stench of charred and burnt flesh. You barely had time to turn away as you breathed it in. Making your stomach flip and your eyes water as you forced the bile down.

"Jesus Christ." Logan remarked as the scent reached him.

You forced yourself to look back towards the cadaver, willing yourself to continue your investigation of the body. The first thing that you noticed was the wound that had killed him. A deep, charred slash that had cut him diagonally from the left shoulder down to his right hip. Cleaving through flesh, bone and everything else inside him. The would had seemingly been made by something that had burned the wound closed as it made the cut. Leaving you with a bloodless wound.

And laying on the ground, once covered by his corpse, was the burnt and shattered fragments of a gemstone of some kind. A quick scratch of the fragments revealed a gemstone of brilliant blue, like a rolling ocean.

You stared at the corpse and the fragments for a few seconds as the realisation hit you. This poor fucker had undergone the same treatment as the older Strasse. Which told you that either he had gotten lucky with the same artefact as Strasse... or the turning was intentional, and the Nazis had some way of containing them.

>Investigate the cells.
>Investigate the other bodies.
>Collect the remaining fragments.
>Other (write in)

>>921503
>Investigate the other bodies.

>>921503
>Investigate the other bodies.
>Collect the remaining fragments.

>>921503
>Investigate the other bodies.

You quickly reahced over and grabbed the remaining fragments before stuffing them in your pocket. If your suspicions were correct, and you were reasonably sure that they were, then you would at least be able to give this poor soul a burial for at least part of him.

Assuming that you made it out of here alive.

Reguardless, you then moved onto the next corpse in the pile. This one being that of a young boy, roughly around 14 years old. His head had been burst open by a rifle round to the top of the skull, blowing his brains clean out and smell the disgustingly briny scent of exposed brain matter. Aside from those wounds, he had also suffered a burst of machine gun fire to the torso.

As you stood up and made your way towards the next body, another man's body, Walker called out.

"Hey! We've got a survivor over here!" Walker called out from one of the cells on the second floor. You quickly stood up and ran over, making sure to take the first meters carefully to avoid slipping over in the blood. You made your way up the metal grated stairs hot on the heels of Romeo and Strasse. You arrived at the plate-metal door, finding that the door had been wealded shut at the lock, but the vision slit had been left unwealded, allowing Walker to open it up and look inside.

As you came to a stop, you heard it, the crying. Coming from inside the room. You quickly leaned over and look into the cell, barely illuminated by Walker's stab-light. You found yourself looking into a scene similar to the centre of the room. Inside lay a number of corpses, each one adorned with bullet wounds. However, sat in the centre of it all sat a woman with long, red hair. She sat in the back of the room, clutching the corpse of an old man to her, if you had to guess it was most likely her father.

>Call out to the woman, see if you can get her attention.
>Try and find a way to get the door open. The SS must have left a welder close by.
>Other (write in)

>>921907
>>Try and find a way to get the door open. The SS must have left a welder close by.

>>921907
>>Try and find a way to get the door open. The SS must have left a welder close by.

>>921907
>Call out to the woman, see if you can get her attention.
>Try and find a way to get the door open. The SS must have left a welder close by.

"I'll try to find a welder." You announced to the quickly growing crowd, before turning on your heel and bolting away. Taking the steps two at a time as you made your way to the ground floor. You head on a swivel as you searched for places where a welding torch could be found.

Your first target was a storage trunk under the stairs. Even though it weas locked, you quickly began to hit at the lock with the butt of your rifle. It took around five strikes before the lock gave way, revealing a chest stocked with white prisoner uniforms. Nevertheless, you rooted around until you confirmed that there was nothing inside.

After that, you sprinted over to another storage closet. This one was also locked, but with no external lock, you were forced to kick the door. It took you a good dozen kicks to break the lock, but eventually the lock gave way. The storage closet was more of a storage room. This one being filled with all manner of shackles and chains, likely designed to keep the prisoners from running amok.

As you continued to root around inside, you couldn't find any welding equipment. You found a number of assorted spikes and things you would expect to find in the dungeon of some 15th century castle. With your search complete, you made your way out, and then tried to look for another place where a welding torch would be found.

No good, no matter where you looked in the room, you couldn't find a welding torch. You quickly made your way back towards the group and reported your findings.

"It's no good. There aren't any welding torches around here. Chances are that the SS took it with them." You reported to the group, most of them looking disheartened at how there was no way to save the woman in the cell.

"Damn it, we'll have to try Guzman's option then." Gilmore announced, before turning and nodding to Guzman.

At this, Guzman nodded in return, before then reaching into one of his satchels and taking out a block of plastic explosives, before then carefully cutting a hunk off of it.

>Object to the plan. You have no idea if the door's hinges will be able to withstand the force.
>Accept the plan, it's this or the woman dies a slow and painful death. And you will not stand idly by while another person suffers.
>Talk to the woman, see if you can get her attention.
>Other (write in)

>>922319
>>Talk to the woman, see if you can get her attention.
We should at least let her know that we plan on blowing up the door.

>>922319
>Talk to the woman, see if you can get her attention.

>>922319
>Talk to the woman, see if you can get her attention.

As Guzman began preparing the demolition charge, you made your way over to the vision-slit and looked in, finding the woman just the way she was before.

"Hey, are you alright?" You called out to her, expecting some kind of reaction.

"We've tried talking to her, it's no good, she either can't understand English, or she is undergoing severe shock." Gilmore told you as the rest of the unit made their way away from the door.

"Maybe you could try asking in German?" Logan suggested as he made his way past Gilmore.

"That might work, though she might not understand German either." Gilmore agreed tentivley.

"That might not help, considering that she was just welded into her tomb and watched her friends get slaughtered by the SS. Hearing someone talk in German might set her on edge." Guzman cautioned as he set the small charge against the welded lock.

"That's a good point. I can't imagine that it would be good for her. Besides, she looks more Asian than German." Gilmore agreed with Guzman, putting more weight against your next plan.

"Either way, the charge is set. We can detonate it now, or give you some time to try and talk to her in German. Your choice fritz." Guzman announced as he grabbed his rifle from where it was leaned up against the wall.

>Try and talk to the woman in German. You need to make absolutely sure.
>Retreat to a safe distance and blow the door, you'll have time to talk with her once the door is open.
>Other (write in)

>>922615
>Try and talk to the woman in German. You need to make absolutely sure.

>>922615
>Try and talk to the woman in German. You need to make absolutely sure.

"We have to try at the very least." You replied, before turning back to the door. A quick glance telling you that the woman had not moved an inch, and was still holding the corpse.

"Hello, are you alright?" You asked in German, making every attempt to not sound aggressive, after all the poor woman had just seen her friends and cellmates be slaughtered before her eyes.

In response to your question, the woman simply hugged the corpse tighter, trying to hide away from the sound. You sighed at the unfruitful response, before then looking over at Gilmore and shaking your head.

"Figured as much. Come on, let's get back." Gilmore announced as he grabbed the stab-light and pulled it out of the vision slit, before then closing the vision slit so that the blast wave didn't enter into the cell and cause more harm to the woman inside.

You and Gilmore made your way down to the bottom of the stairs, where the rest of your unit waited. As soon as you reached the bottom of the steps, you heard the sound of a fuse being ignited and the rapid footfalls of Guzman sprinting over.

"So, what's the plan once the charge goes off?" Logan asked calmly as Guzman began descending down the stairs.

"Walker, Logan and Romeo will stay down here with Strasse. Myself, Guzman and Eugen will head up to the door." Gilmore briefed, before Guzman reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Sounds good to me, bu-" Logan began, before being cut off by the thunder-clap of the tiny charge going off.

Almost immediately, you and your group sprang into action. Taking the stairs two at a time as you sprinted up towards the door. At first, it seemed like the charge had hone nothing, but as you got closer, you realised that the welds around the lock had began to crack, making it much easier to break open.

Guzman was the first person to reach the door, he quickly opened up the vision slit and smiled. "She's alright! The blast didn't get through the door."

"It also didn't break down the door." Gilmore replied disappointingly as you reached the door. As Guzman moved out of the way, you took up position.

"Stand back!" You called out, before stepping forward and kicking your leg up high. And with all your might, you brought your booted foot down with all your might. The battered and fractured metal might have stood up to a number of normal kicks, but yours was not meant to shatter the lock. Your strike smashed the lock out of position, shattering the fractured welds. As soon as the lock was smashed out of place, Gilmore quickly opened the door and moved in. Making to secure the surviving prisoner.

>Move in and check on the prisoner. If she wasn't in shock before, then she will be now.
>Head over and secure Strasse. You can't imagine that a meeting between her and the woman will go down well.
>Guard the entrance, if anyone else in the bunker is in the bunker then they would have heard that explosion.
>Other (write in)

>>922896
>>Head over and secure Strasse. You can't imagine that a meeting between her and the woman will go down well.
Have Gilmore check on the prisoner, and have the rest of the unit guard the door.

>>922896
>Head over and secure Strasse. You can't imagine that a meeting between her and the woman will go down well.

>>922896
>Head over and secure Strasse. You can't imagine that a meeting between her and the woman will go down well.

I'm going to call today's run here. We'll return tomorrow with the current votes.

If you have any questions then feel free to ask them, I'll answer them as soon as I have the time.

>>923006
Pedersen or Garand?

>>922896
Head over and secure Strasse. You can't imagine that a meeting between her and the woman will go down well

>>923139
Garand, the Pedersen wasn't adopted by the US military. However, only Guzman uses the Garand in the unit. Eugen uses a Colt Monitor.

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As Gilmore made his way towards the rather shocked looking woman, you turned on your heel and made your way back towards the rest of the unit. Walker and Logan had moved to take up positions either side of the door into the cell block. Meanwhile, Romeo was keeping Strasse off near to one of the corners of the room, where Strasse sat hugging her knees. Romeo on the other hand was laening against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

You calmly made your way over to the pair with your rifle hanging loosely in your hands. Romeo looked us and smiled at you as you approached, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

"Hey Eugen. How's the chick in the cell?" Romeo asked as he offered you a crumpled cigarette. You glanced down at the slightly crumpled stick to tobacco, before looking back up at him and shaking your head.

"She's fine, a bit shocked, but fine." You reported as Romeo returned the cigarette to it's packet and putting it back into his pocket.

"That's good, I'm actually rather glad that we were able to save someone from this shit-show." Romeo replied, before gesturing to Strasse. "So, are you going to take over the babysitting?"

"No, I'm pretty sure that the sergeant would want me at the front." You explained as you noted the sound of footsteps coming from metal-grated stairs. You turned around as the attention of all in the room was directed to the noise.

Climbing down the stairs was Gilmore, Guzman, and the rescued prisoner. Now that she was out of her cell, you could get a better look at the prisoner. She stood roughly around 5 foot 8 inches, with firey-red hair reaching down to her ass. Her skin was pale and she seemed far too slim to be healthy. She was in the middle of the small group, with Gilmore leading her down the stairs and Guzman taking up the rear.

As the prisoner noticed you however, she stopped in her tracks and stared right at you, her crimson eyes remaining locked on you.

>Give her a smile and a wave. You might as well try and seem nice.
>Offer her that tin of Scho-Ka-Kola that you have in your pocket, she must be hungry.
>Simply turn away, nothing you can do right now will convince her that you mean her no harm.
>Other (write in)

>>924845
>>Offer her that tin of Scho-Ka-Kola that you have in your pocket, she must be hungry.

>>924845
>Offer her that tin of Scho-Ka-Kola that you have in your pocket, she must be hungry

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You and the prisoner stared at each other for a good few seconds. She obviously knew that you were German, and as such glared at you with honest suspicion. You stared at her as you sized her up, evaluating if she was going to attack you or not.

After a good few seconds, she allowed herself to be led down the stairs by Gilmore. Who seemed to notice the tension between the two of you. And in a more questionable move, he lead the woman towards where you and your small gaggle of comrade rested.

"Now Miss Kamlyn, I'd like you to meet a few more of my comrades." Gilmore began as he gestured to your small group. "The man smoking the cigarette is our resident sniper, Romeo. The other man with the large rifle is Berkard Eugen, now don't let the name fool you. He's as american as apple pie!"

You snorted at Gilmore's remark, before then speaking. "Sergeant, while I appreciate the gesture, she already knows my real nationality."

"German..." The woman growled angrily. "You're one of them."

You nodded as you reached into one of your pouches, rooting around for your tin of Scho-Ka-Kola. "Yes, and now I am here for the exact same reason as everybody else in the unit. I'm here to kill SS soldiers."

"And why should I believe you?" The woman asked as you retrieved the tin from your pouch, with a single flick, you opened the tin open, revealing the bounty of chocolates inside.

"Ultimately, there isn't anything I can say to convince you right now. However, my comrades can attest that I am more than willing to kill the SS. All that I ask is for you to give me time to prove to you that I am on your side." You replied as you offered the tin to her. She looked at you, then at the tin of chocolates, then back at you.

"He's on our side for a reason. And that's because he fucking despises the SS." Logan called out from his position by the door. "I can confirm that he's more than willing to smoke those SS bastards."

The woman seemed to stare at you for a few seconds longer, before then slowly reaching over and taking the tin off you. She then reached into the tin and took a sample of the chocolate and gave it a cautious nibble. She seemed to pause for a few seconds, before then digging into the food with gusto.

You couldn't help but smile at this. Maybe it would help her trust you a bit?

>Talk with Strasse, see how she's holding up.
>Take up position on the door, everybody will probably be too busy talking to the new arrival to watch for the SS.
>Ask Romeo for that cigarette, you might as well try it before you die.
>Other (write in)

>>925226
>>Talk with Strasse, see how she's holding up.
I'm curious whether seeing this part of the facility has made her understand why we're doing this.

>>925226
>Talk with Strasse, see how she's holding up.

>>925226
>Talk with Strasse, see how she's holding up.

As the woman and her escorts made their way away from your small gaggle of comrades, you turned back towards Strasse, who was still hugging her legs.

"How are you holding up?" You asked as you leaned up against the wall, Strasse seemed to ignore the question for a few seconds, before then ansvering slowly.

"I... I don't understand... why would they do this?" She asked as she looked over at the corpses. "What was the point of keeping so many prisoners, only to massacre them?"

You paused for a few seconds as you wondered how to phrase your answer. "If I were to guess, they didn't want the people here to tell us what was going on here. Or maybe they wanted to free up air for themselves."

"But I still don't understand, why test on people? What were they even testing?" She asked as she seemed to involuntarily shudder at the sight of people being slaughtered like dogs.

"I suppose that we'll find out when we hit the command centre..." You mused, before then adding. "Though now you have caught a glimpse of what the SS has been doing to people on the front line."

"But.. but I just don't believe it. I don't believe that my sister would have allowed something like this to happen." Strasse continued to deny the facts that had been presented to her as she shook her head.

"Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. It doesn't matter in the end." You replied calmly, before then gesturing back to the corpses. "It's shit like this which drove me to defect. Now tell me Strasse, do you understand now?"

She was silent for another few seconds, before then nodding silently. But before another word could be said, all sound in the room was drowned out by the roar of gunfire, coming from the door.

"SS INBOUND!" Logan yelled out, before then sticking his Thompson out of the door and blindly firing out.

>Run over to the door and lay down suppressing fire. You have the biggest gun in the unit for a reason!
>Run over to the door and throw a grenade at the SS fuckers! Fuck their cover.
>Get Strasse and the other woman into cover.
>Other (write in)

>>925606
>>Run over to the door and lay down suppressing fire. You have the biggest gun in the unit for a reason!

>>925606
>Run over to the door and lay down suppressing fire. You have the biggest gun in the unit for a reason!
It's way too tempting to use grenades on everything. EVERYTHING.

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As soon as Logan called out, you were already sprinting towards the door. Your hand already thumbing off the safety on your automatic rifle.As you reached the door, you found Walker on your side of the doorway in a crouch, poking his stolen weapon around the door and firing off short bursts at the SS. You quickly leaned over him and around the door, your rifle raised and ready.

The scene in the hallway was slightly encouraging. From what you could tell, Logan had caught 2 of the SS soldiers as they tried to make it to the door, their limp bodies lay in the corridor in steadily growing pools of blood. The rest of the SS unit apparently had decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and had taken to peeking around the corner.

You paused for a few seconds as you waited for the enemy soldier at the corner to poke part of himself around the corner. You didn't have to wait long, as soon as Logan stopped firing, your enemy poked his head around the corner as he tried to find a target. You rewarded his stupidity with a burst of 30.06 rounds to the face, punching a crater into his face plate and snapping the soldier's head back. The SS infantryman crumpled like a sack of cards as the force of the impact knocked him back. His life ending before his corpse hit the ground.

The next person in line apparently had a bit more sense, as he tried to throw a grenade at you. But as soon as his hand was shown, you snapped a quick burst at his hand, shattering his hand and the wooden grip on the stick grenade.

However, all this did was reduce the distance the grenade flew. With it's explosive charge landing in the middle of the corridor.

You quickly grabbed Walker by the scruff of his neck and dragged him back behind the wall. Shielding him from the ensuing blast. As soon as the grenade went off, you leaned back around the corner. Waiting for the SS to push into your gun sights.

And sure enough, they did indeed push forward. This time being lead by a soldier with the same armoured shield from before. As the shield-bearer tried to come around the corner however, you sent a burst into his exposed ankle. He cried out in pain as he toppled over, exposing the next man in line to another burst from your rifle. This one punching straight through the soldier's chest plate, sending him down with a rasping cry as his lungs were punctured and began to fill with blood.

A quick burst from Logan finished the shield-bearer off before he could bring his shield up to protect him.

>Continue exchanging fire with the SS. let them crash against you and be broken.
>Get a grenade around the corner and push up. The best way to break a siege is to counter-attack.
>Other (write in)

>>926028
>>Get a grenade around the corner and push up. The best way to break a siege is to counter-attack.

>>926028
>Get a grenade around the corner and push up. The best way to break a siege is to counter-attack.

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As the next SS soldier tried to poke his rifle around the corner, you gave him a burst of fire from your rifle. But your burst was cut too short by the mechanical clicking sound of your magazine running dry. Your squadmates took this as the cue to start firing at the enemy position.

You quickly ejected the magazine from your rifle and swapped it out for a fresh one. But instead of leaning back around the corner, you pulled out another grenade and pulled the pin.

In one deft move, you leaned out from around the corner and tossed the grenade down the corridor, bouncing it off the far wall and around the corner. Just like before, you dragged Walker back around the corner, but this time he didn't resist.

The SS squad around the corner yelled out in alarm, just before the grenade went off. The rapid ping of shrapnel bouncing off the walls, floor and ceiling telling you all that you had to wait for the shrapnel to settle before pushing up.

As soon as the shrapnel stopped flying, you and Logan immediately rounded into the corridor with weapons raised and ready. Walker and Guzman following just behind the both of you. The pair of you walked through the splattered remains of the first pair of corpses, which had both been blown apart by an errant grenade. As you reached the blood-covered corner, Logan took point and crouched, while you took up position behind him, ready to lean over him and pour even more fire down the corridor.

As one, the pair of you leaned around the corridor and surveyed the damage your grenade had wrought.

The remains of the SS squad had been made up of an further five enemy soldiers, and they had tried to run from the grenade. However, none had made it far enough away to escape un-harmed. The closest pair, including the one soldier who had tried to throw the first grenade, and been pulped by the explosion. The next soldier had been killed by the shrapnel.

The final pair however remained alive, and they were trying to escape. One was nursing a very severe injury to his legs and his back. Meanwhile the other one, who seemed to be the least injured of the pair, was trying to drag his comrade away with one hand as he clenched his rifle with the other hand.

The pair of remaining soldiers looked up at you with pale faces, shocked at the pair of guns being pointed at them.

>Give them one chance to surrender.
>Wait for them to make the first move.
>Gun them down.

>>926578
>Give them one chance to surrender.

>>926578
>>Give them one chance to surrender.

"SURRENDER! NOW!" You barked at the pair of SS soldiers, the pair of them both paused for a couple of seconds, both of them deep in thought. But after a few seconds, they responded.

And they chose... poorly.

The soldier on the ground knocked his comrade's hand off his back and yelled "RUN!"

The standing soldier immediately turned on his heel and ran as his comrade snatched up as pistol and tried to raise it at you and Logan. A pair of synchronised bursts ended the wounded soldier before he could even fire a single shot.

"STOP, OR WE WILL SHOOT" You yelled at the unarmed soldier as he ran away.

BOOM

The loud report of a rifle going off right next to your head caused you to flinch slightly, but your eyes remained open. Letting you watch as the fleeing soldier's head was burst apart like a watermelon, spraying blood and brains. The young soldier's body flopping to the ground lifelessly as his mussels released tension.

You turned towards the source of the gunshot, and found yourself staring right at Guzman, the barrel of his M-1 Garand smoking from the recent discharge.

"WHAT THE FUCK GUZMAN?" Logan roared as he stood up, his voice filled with pure hate.

"What? He wa-" Guzman began, only to be cut off by a brutal right-hook from Logan. The force of the impact sending the rifleman sprawling.

>Break up the fight, you can't be fighting each-other in the middle of an enemy base.
>Help Logan beat Guzman shitless.
>Shoot Guzman.
>Other (write in)

>>927034
>Break up the fight, you can't be fighting each-other in the middle of an enemy base.

>>927034
>>Break up the fight, you can't be fighting each-other in the middle of an enemy base.

I'm going to call today's run here. We'll return tomorrow with the current votes.

If you have any questions then feel free to ask them, I'll answer them as soon as I have the time.

This reminds me of Wolfenstein.
Anyway, break it up.
if all else fails, head on alone.

>>927398
wait...
Pull logan off and then punch Guzman in the face.
tell him he's a fucking fool for shooting an unarmed person.
Send him back out for being a damn liability.

oh, and assist the injured SS soldier. Announce he is a POW of 'murica now. take any bandaging and patch him up. send that sonofabitch Guzman out with the fucker to bring him to the commander if possible.

"Hey! Stop!" You yelled as you interposed yourself between Logan and Guzman, the latter now sporting a bloody nose.

"What's going on up there?" Gilmore asked as he entered into the corridor, his sten gun slung limply against his side.

"That motherfucker killed that kid as he was running. We don't just execute people like that!" Logan yelled to the sergeant, even though his hate-filled eyes were still locked on Guzman. You put your hand onto Logan's Thompson so that he couldn't easily raise it.

"Exactly! If he got away then he'd tell his buddies." Guzman retorted angrily, before then standing up shakily. "And then we'd all be in a heap of shit!"

As the pair continued their argument, you let Walker take your position as mediator. While you checked the wounded soldier that you and Logan had shot. And sure enough, he was dead. So instead, you turned your attention to retrieving equipment from the bodies.

You began to assemble the assorted equipment from the bodies into one of the packs that one of the SS soldiers was carrying. You learned a while back that putting your mind to a task was often the best way to ignore the hardships of combat. Your search netted you an assortment of MP-40s, their magazines and a number of assorted grenades and knives.

As you turned around you found that Logan and Guzman back in each-other's faces, yelling at the tops of their lungs. The both of them ready to come to blows.

With practised ease, you let the packed bag fall to the ground as you walked over and slammed their heads together, interrupting their yelling match.

"It doesn't matter right now. You can settle your little dispute later, if we survive. But right now we have a job to do!" You reminded the pair of them, before continuing. "Stock up on explosives, grab a backup weapon if you need it. We're moving out soon."

>Watch over Logan and Guzman, make sure that they don't kill each other.
>Find the former prisoner, maybe she knows how to use weaponry.
>Get Strasse and give her a weapon, you need as many people armed as you can.
>Other (write in)

>>929706
>Give Strasse a pistol, so she can defend herself.
The SS will assume she is a traitor. Maybe.

>>929706
>>Give Strasse a pistol, so she can defend herself.
I feel like the prisoner would just shoot Strasse at first sight if we gave her a weapon.

>>929802
Eh. Technically she is a traitor. She will probably not like it, but he can talk to her

With you little pep-talk finished, you turned on your heel and made your way back into the cell block. Where Romeo was keeping an eye on both Strasse and the red-haired prisoner. You continued on towards Strasse, who looked up at you.

"What happened out there? I heard yelling." Strasse asked curiously, you made a point to ignore the question as you grabbed her hands and removed the binding tape.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that the SS squad has been neutralised." You replied as you pulled the last bit of tape off Strasse's hand. "Can you use a pistol?"

"Yes. Why?" Strasse asked as she rubbed her hands. You let the question hang as you slung your BAR and retrieved the spare from your Luger from your combat harness.

"Simple, if the SS see you in tow with us, then they will likely consider you a traitor." You replied as you shoved the pistol into her hands, before then passing her a pair of magazines. "I'm trusting you with this, because if you shoot us in the back then I'm not saving you."

"You seriously can't be considering giving her a gun?" The unnamed prisoner asked with real disgust.

"We need as many people with weaponry as possible. She's been co-operative so far." You replied as Strasse slowly began to load her new pistol, taking it slowly as she tried not to look like too much of a threat.

"But she's one of them!" The woman yelled. "Hell, at least give me a gun!"

"Can you even shoot?" You asked, before pausing to let the red-haired woman speak.

"Yes, I can shoot." She replied with a slight grin, as if she was happy with her ability to shoot.

>Give the woman one of the spare MP-40s, if she can shoot then she needs a gun. Explain to her why you are keeping Strasse with you.
>Don't give the woman a gun, you aren't sure that she won't just shoot Strasse to death.
>Other (write in)

>>929936
>"If I give you a gun, will you try to shoot Strasse? Can you trust me if I say we need her alive?

>>929936
I want to give her one, but I know she will shoot Strasse.
>Talk her down first, then give her one, keep them away from each other.

>>929936
>Don't give the woman a gun, you aren't sure that she won't just shoot Strasse to death.
Not just yet.

>>929936
>Give her a pair of grenades.
She won't be able to kill Strasse without also killing us.

>>929962
I'm sorry anon. But that is a horrible idea.

>>929966
It is at once the best and worst possible idea. It's beautiful.

>>930009
It needs to happen doesent it.
Fuck it. Changing to >>929962 This.

"If I give you a gun, will you try to shoot Strasse? Can you trust me if I say we need her alive?" You asked as you turned to face the woman, she stared at you for a few seconds before then turning her gaze to Strasse.

"Why is she so important?" She asked, keeping her eyes locked on the medic fumbling with a pistol.

"Because she's a useful bargaining chip, and she's the only person here with proper medical training. She's far more useful alive than dead." You explained in the vaguest possible terms. The woman stared at you for a couple of seconds as she processed your answer, before nodding.

"Fine. I won't shoot her out of principle." And with this, she then turned to Strasse and addressed her. "But if you do anything wrong and I will kill you where you stand."

Strasse looked up at the woman and hastily nodded, reluctant to speak more.

"In that case, I'll be right back." You took you leave as you went back out into the corridor, where Logan and Guzman were both still glaring at each other. You made a point to ignore this as you grabbed one of the more intact harnesses off one of the dead SS soldiers, an MP-40 and some spare magazines. You then turned on your heel and made your way back into the cell block.

"Here you are, one MP-40, some spare magazines and a harness." You replied as you offered the slightly bloody gear to the woman. She glanced down at the equipment, and then back up at you.

"Seems a bit on the bloody side don't you think?" She asked as she took it off you, opting to put the gun and it's ammunition on the ground as she put on the harness and adjusted it to fit.

"Well I did just pull it off a corpse, believe it or not that's one of the more intact sets." You explained as the woman placed the spare magazines into the harness and loaded the MP-40, it's slide moving forward on springs.

"Fair enough..." She paused for a couple of seconds, before then offering her hand to you. "My name is Osaki Kyouko... wait, hold on... family names come first in the west right?"

"No, they come last." You corrected the woman as you shook her hand.

"In which case, my name is Kyouko Osaki. I guess we'll be fighting together for however long we have left." She corrected herself as she released your hand.

"Maybe." You shrugged as you un-slung your rifle from your shoulder. "There might be a way out of this... there's always a way out."

She chuckled at this, a small smile spreading across her face. "That might be true, but the real question is if there is an exit that isn't guarded."

"Alright then, we're moving out now. Eugen, you want to take point?" Gilmore called out to you, your time in the cell block finally over.

>Take point and lead the unit to the command centre.
>Stay in the centre and talk with Kyouko, find out her history.
>Stay at the back and guard Strasse.
>Other (write in)

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>>930291
>>Take point and lead the unit to the command centre.

>>930291
>Take point and lead the unit to the command centre.

"Yes sir." You replied as you quickly made your way to the exit, your BAR clenched in your hands.

"Good. Two sections down, that only leaves the command area right?" Walker asked, his stolen rifle now slung over his shoulder.

"Yes. And that's where the majority of the will be." You replied calmly as you made your way into the corridor, your boots squelching as you walked through pasted flesh and guts.

"Well here's hoping that most of them fucked off to defend against the main force." Logan suggested as you made your way past him. You simply grunted in acknowledgement, you didn't want to get your hopes up.

Either way, you continued to lead your unit back the way you came, heading along the red line. At the first possible chance, you turned onto the blue line. Each corner taken from then on was taken slowly, with weapons raised and eyes open for any sign of an ambush.

You didn't have to wait for very long before you encountered your first Nazis. You were making your way down a corridor when a pair of fully armed and armoured SS soldiers bolted around the intersection in front of you. The barely had time to stop before you dropped into a crouch and blasted the first soldier off his feet with a burst to the neck. His comrade soon following with a pair of holed punched through his chest, each shot marked by the booming report of Guzman's M-1.

As soon as you reached the corner, you stopped at the sound of a heavy bolt being racked. A sound that you recognised from your first days of training. The sharp crunch of metal slamming into metal telling you that a machine gun nest lay around the corner.

>Lean around the corner and shoot them off the gun.
>Fuck it, toss a grenade at them.

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>>930514
>Fuck it, toss a grenade at them.

>>930514
>>Fuck it, toss a grenade at them.

>>930514
>Fuck it, toss a grenade at them.

For what felt like the 10th time that day, you pulled a grenade from your pouch, pulled the pin and tossed it down the hall, taking special care to make sure that you didn't expose yourself to incoming fire.

Honestly, it's a wonder that you haven't accidentally killed yourself with a grenade yet. But then again, can people really blame you for using grenades in a close-quarters battle?

Either way, the poor souls down the hall barely had time to yell as the grenade bounced down the hall, and into their laps. The grenade detonated with a colossal roar, the shock wave of the blast thundering around the corner and temporally deafening you. The explosion did more than deafen you, it shocked you, that grenade shouldn't have exploded with such force.

You waited for a couple of seconds, before then leaning around the corner to survey the damage. The explosion had caused part of the metal ceiling to buckle, supporting bars snapping out of place, thin pipes and tubing having been ripped open by the blast. All that you could tell of the original emplacement was the fragments of sandbags an what looked like assorted human bits sprayed all across the corridor.

As you looked down at your feet, you found the device that might have caused the explosion. the remains of a flamethrower. Chances are that the grenade set off the flamethrower's fuel tank.

You simply shrugged as you stepped out from around the corner and made your way forward with your weapon raised. As you continued on, the rest of your unit filed in behind you.

You paused for a few seconds as the ringing in your ears began to subside, but you couldn't hear anything else, aside from the reverberations of the blast rolling throughout the complex. As such, you simply continued on. You made sure to quicken your pace as you had no idea if the corridor would collapse. As you reached the next corridor, you heard a number of rapid footfalls approaching your position.

You quickly moved forward to the next intersection and leaned around one of the corners, meanwhile Logan leaned around the other corner. In the corridor, you found that a number of SS soldiers were sprinting down the corridor you were looking down.

The lead soldier stopped in place, but the one behind him apparently didn't notice you, and ploughed into his comrade. The first soldier yelled out in surprise as you brought your rifle to bear.

Now, you've never been one to empty an entire magazine at any target. Even when providing suppressing fire for an assault. But this time, this time you simply pressed the trigger into the pistol-grip and didn't leg go as your rifle kicked ineffectively in your hands. The SS soldiers in the hallway stood no chance as you gunned them down. When your rifle finally ran empty, the corridor was cut clean clean of life, leaving 6 warm bodies in the corridor.

"Jesus... what the fuck Eugen?" Logan asked, sounding awestruck at how you cut the group of soldiers down.

>CONT

>>930842

Kyouko simply snorted in amusement and gave you a hearty slap on the back. "Ha! Looks like you aren't so bad after all!"

You simply shrugged as you looked around, realising that the four-way intersection was labelled with three different sections. The paths were labelled with three different sections. "Laboratories", "Command" and finally "Archives and Storage".

>Head towards the Laboratories section.
>Head towards the Command section.
>Head towards the Archives and Storage area.
>Loot the corpses.
>Other (write in)

>>930846
>Head towards the Archives and Storage area.
Let's check for what's in the labs before anything else.

>>930846
>>Loot the corpses.
Are we good on ammunition for the Monitor?

>>930846
>Loot the corpses.

>>930846
>Loot the corpses.

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As you ejected the magazine from your Monitor, you suddenly realised that you were in danger of running out of ammo. Sure, you still had 2 magazines left, but with only 20 rounds apiece, you were screwed in the event of a protracted firefight.

As such, you made your way over to the group of corpses and began to loot them of their weaponry. All but one of the soldiers were armed with effective weapons, while the final one was carrying a Luger, which you looted the ammunition for.

The first soldier was carrying a standard MP-40, the weapon seemingly being factory new. The second soldier had been carrying an FG-42. The FG-42 was not a weapon that you were confident with using, you had used it before, but you had never liked it's odd magazine placement.

The next man had been carrying an MG-34 light machine gun. He had been carrying 4 75 round drum magazines, giving you the least magazines out of all of the weapons, but also the most overall ammunition. However, considering it was so large it might be a hard weapon to move around.

The fourth man was armed with another MP-40, this one featuring some kind of modified sights, similar to the aperture sights that were fitted to fighter jets. While it was certainly fancy, you had no idea if the sights were properly calibrated.

The final man was armed with a very simple double-barrelled shotgun with a number of solid slugs. However, a brief search revealed that he was also carrying an MP-18 slung over his back, with a pair of large drum magazines at the ready.

Unfortunately however, none of them were carrying grenades.

>Take the normal MP-40.
>Take the FG-42.
>Take the MG-34.
>Take the modified MP-40.
>Take the double-barrelled shotgun.
>Take the MP-18.
>Take the other Luger and dual-wield them.
>Other (write in)

>>931106
>Take the MG-34.

>>931106
>>Take the FG-42.
>>Take the normal MP-40
Keep the MP-40 as our main weapon, sling the FG over our back and use it when things get hairy.

>>931106
I'm with this: >>931123

>Unfortunately however, none of them were carrying grenades.
FUCKING NAZIS

>>931106
>Take the MG-34.
>give the factory new mp40 to the red head with the mags
>give the mp-18 to strasse after consulting with our team

Need a tiebreaker. Do you want the MG-34 ore the MP-40/FG-42 combo?

Also, will you ditch the Monitor, carry it with you, or hand it off to someone else?

>>931219
I'm all for ditching the Monitor. More dead weight than worth right now unless the Reich wants to play baseball.

>>931219
Mg-34

writing...

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Looking down at the MG-34, you weighed up the pros and cons of carrying such a large weapon around. While the damn thing would be a bitch to swing around in such tight spaces, you couldn't deny it's great firepower and it's usefulness in a protracted firefight. Eventually however, the idea grew on you enough to convince you.

"Anybody want a Monitor?" You asked calmly as you began to pull the light machine gun away from it's last user.

"Sure, this damn kraut gun is jammed." Walker replied as he came up behind you. You quickly passed your old rifle up to him, and the pair of spare magazines. And with one deft tug, you pulled the MG-34 out of the soldier's death-grip. You then grabbed the extra drum magazines and secured them to yourself.

"Jesus, you didn't leave much ammo for me." Walker complained light-heatedly as you stood up.

"So, where to now?" Gilmore asked, before gesturing to the signs. Signs that he couldn't actually read, due to it being in German.

>Head towards the Laboratories section.
>Head towards the Command section.
>Head towards the Archives and Storage area.
>Other (write in)

>>931429
>Head towards the Archives and Storage area.

>>931429
>Head towards the Archives and Storage area.

>>931429
>Head towards the Archives and Storage area.

>>931429
>Head towards the Archives and Storage area.

"Archives and Storage. If there are any artefacts then they should be there." You reported as you flicked the safety off on your newly acquired weapon and made your way down the corridor marked as the way to the archives.

You moved forward slowly, putting more attention on keeping your weapon braced and ready to fire in the event that you ran into any defenders. The drawback of this however, was that you were slowed down to a careful stroll, when you had been almost jogging when you were carrying the Monitor.

However, this slowed pace gave you more time to approach intersections and doorways. And more than once, you noticed a tripwire before you even entered a meter of it. The was rather fortunate, as many of the tripwires were connected to various traps. Including grenades, can-chimes and even jury rigged firearms. Said firearms ranging from pistols all the way up to a small flamethrower. Each trap you called out to your squad mates so that they could avoid it too, unfortunately you must didn't have the time to disarm all of the traps.

As you continued on however, you found yourself entering an area similar to the corridor you had entered into when you had come out of the vents. Many closed and seemingly locked doors lined the walls, likely entering into dusty archives and offices. The signs above each door confirming your theory.

"Where the hell is everyone?" Logan whispered his question from just behind you as you led the group forward.

"No idea... but let's just hope that they aren't here." You replied calmly as you took another corner, this one with a window on the right of the corridor, overlooking what looked like a warehouse stacked full of assorted crates.

"Do you think all of those crates have artefacts in them?" Gilmore asked curiously your unit edged its way along the corridor.

You took your eyes off your gunsights and looked into the warehouse. Your quickly found the identification markings on each box. "Rations... water purification tablets... ammunition... medical supplies... I think it's just general storage."

However, as you reported your findings to the sergeant, you looked forwards in time to watch yourself tread on a tripwire that you had never seen coming. The wire cord putting up a slight effort, before budging, engaging whatever trap had been tied to it.

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I'm going to call it here for this week's run of Where Wolves Fear To Tread! I imagine that all the cliffhangers are getting over-used now. But hopefully we'll end up finishing with the next run. Speaking of which, We can either run this next weekend, or we can run the Christmas themed pilot-quest run (with either Lauren in the "present", or Razor in a flashback, I haven't decided which one yet).

Anyway, if you have any questions relating to WWFTT (or in this case, related to the possible runs for Pilot Quest) then feel free to ask them! I'll respond to them as quickly as I can.

>>931620
Thanks for running!
Do you have any plans to continue WWFT after the end of this mission, or is that going to be the conclusion of it? It's been a while since there has been a good, long-running WWII quest.

>>931620
Thanks OP
You master of cliffhangers you.

>>931636
Honestly? It depends on how anons play things out. There ARE ways to escape this suicide mission, you just have to be looking for them, and willing to make the tough choices when it matters. However, if you put Eugen in a position where he is likely to die then the quest will end with him dead on the floor.
>>931650
Thanks!

>>931620
See you next week.

I SWEAR TO GOD IF THAT TRIPWIRE IS A GRENADE

>>931657
If anyone else escapes will we at least see his funeral?

>>935328
Yeah, though there won't be much to bury.