~~~The European Freedom Fighters!~~~ A Shifted-Reality Second World-War Role-Play Thread!

Kenny thought this sounded reasonably executable, even for someone with his unfortunate lack of any useful skills. :p He did have good aim, although it had been a while since he'd done any throwing - as a youngster he'd played games on the streets in Berlin with his friends, and they'd lobbed things then. Once Kenny's family moved back to England, he had been focusing intently on his studies instead, although whether any of this was actually done of his own will was doubtful. (Although it was true not making big decisions for himself was all right with Kenny.) So much for doctor, lawyer or even star military general; Kenny had disappeared off to the Netherlands after school and left his parents as busy with whatever Churchill was planning next as ever. It hadn't been a hard move in the end.


"That's fine," Kenny said to Dirk. "We can do the Molotovs if you're sorted for all the other positions." Kenny didn't like the thought of himself being even jointly responsible for a Jagdtiger, so thought he'd better stick with something else like setting vehicles on fire. That sounded just a wee bit less daunting, at least he could stay hidden in the bushes... "Anton has scarily good eyesight. He can watch out for anyone watching us." Anton grinned. He never seemed to get tired of hearing compliments about his eyesight for some reason.


"Is that so?" Dirk asked, interested in Kenny's claim about his friend.  "Your friend Anton should be very useful tonight.  We could definitely use someone with good eyes to observe the situation when we reach the airbase and the group of German armor here in town, as well as act as a spotter for the mortar teams throughout the bombardment of the airbase.  What languages does your friend speak... umm... I don't think I caught your name, actually."


Kenny giggled. Oh dear, he really was starting to get hungry if he was giggling. "I'm Kenny Robinson," he said. "Sorry to have skipped the formalities earlier! You are... Dirk, is that right?" He vaguely remembered it rhyming with Kirk, which began with the same letter as his own name. Kenny always had the strangest methods for learning people's names.

"Anton speaks English brilliantly, I've heard him with my very own ears. It's simply unfortunate that the thought of speaking it in public makes him want to hide under his bed. If you speak in English, he'll understand almost perfectly. He himself usually speaks in Dutch or German though, don't ya buddy?"

Anton came out with a stream of enthusiastic Dutch which Kenny gave up trying to follow after about the second word - despite his two years in the Netherlands his Dutch didn't seem to have improved to any noticeable degree.
Anton grinned mischievously. "Muss man immer mit dir Deutsch sprechen..."
"Or English," Kenny replied. Kenny himself spoke German nicely thanks to his childhood in Berlin. He still apparently had his convincing "Berlin local" accent. But today he was in an English mood.

"Anyway, yes. Anton I think would make an excellent lookout. He always notices things like spiders in corners of rooms while the rest of us sit there in blissful ignorance. Very observant, he is."
 
Antione jogged back into the room with a small slip of paper in his hand. "Monsieur Hodges, I have ze report on ze German armor group here in town." He handed the note to Dirk, who took it and thanked him before opening it. "Alright," he said, "let's see what we should find stationed about a half-mile north-northwest from here." He began reading through the list of vehicles that had been writen down by the scout.
"Hmm... '1 SdKfz 186 Jagdpanzer VI-E 'Jagdtiger II' tank-destroyer, 2 SdKfz 171 Panzerkampfwagen 'Panther' medium tank, 4 SdKfz 121 Panzerkampfwagen II light tank, 6 SdKfz 7 half-track, 1 Flakpanzer IV Ostwind, and 4 SdKfZ 223 Leichter Panzerspähwagen light armoured car. Minimal guards, vehicles spread out.' That's definitely something we can work with." Dirk scratched his chin as he thought. "The half-tracks have open tops, depending on specifically where they are located in the group, they may be our best options as far as what to set ablaze."
 
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Therese chuckled, "Sounds like fun. We might even make it." Another lock of coppery found its way between her teeth as rested her head in her hands.

"Here," said Pierre, handing over his painfully detailed map.
 
(Yes, there is an Anton and an Antoine. lol
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btw, was Pierre drawing a map of the factory or the airbase and how did he get the information necessary to do so? just curious.)
 
(Maybe a scouting party? I guessed they knew what it looked like… :p)

(Yeah, I guess they probably would. Derp-up on my part there. :p )

Therese chuckled, "Sounds like fun. We might even make it." Another lock of coppery found its way between her teeth as rested her head in her hands.

"Here," said Pierre, handing over his painfully detailed map.

"Yeah, it does sound like fun," Connie chuckled, "especially the part about nabbing that Jagdtiger!" Connie's mind was going through a vast number of nasty things she planned on doing to the Nazi forces once she got a hold of that Tank-Destroyer.

Dirk took a look at the map of the airbase that Pierre had handed him, and cocked an eyebrow as he did so. "Is this accurate for the main German airbase just south of Metz?" he asked Pierre, "Because if it is, this is going to come in very useful when we reach the area."

(I think they should be just about ready to go and carry out the mission, so we can probaby start doing that once Fierlin1182 is around. :D )
 

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