NationStates Jolt Archive

"We will never give up, we will never fall. Fight them wherever they may be, make them pay the price for this great country. Let them never forget who really owns this land. Make them regret their decision to take on the United States of America!" -Franklin Delano Roosevelt - March 14th, 1942

former Sergeant Mike Harvey, former US 3rd Infantry, former Able Company, still served the nation formerly known as the United States.

He watched the German soldiers below him, drinking their way through what was apparently half the alcohol in the bar. This will be another incredibally easy one, he thought.

He silently caught the bartenders eye from the second floor balcony, and nodded.

"Um... excuse me gentlemen, but I must get you some more beer from teh back room. It'll just be a second." He called to the waitress "Leanne, can you help me with this?"

"Of course paul. Ill be right there."

"Now, Leanne." Leanne shrugged and followed paul back. Mike took the opportunity. He removed teh pin from the Frag Grenade, and dropped it behind the seven germans at the bar.

"Uh?" one of the germand had just enough time to turn around before the grenade exploded, ripping him and his team to shreds with deadly shrapnel. Mike jumped up and ran to the window, out it and dropped to the alley. He ran down the alley and finally made it to what was possibly the only safe place in all of Chicago. 'The Rathole'. The secret resistance HQ for the windy city.

He walked in and was almost knocked down as another resistance member ran into him.

"Mike!! F.D.R. IS ALIVE!!!!"

Stephen Rameus used to be a factory, since the Nazis had come and shelled his home and his factory, all he did was fight. His family had been killed in the seige and brief shelling of Philadelphia and he had fled to the mountains west of the city. Now, he had a following, he had weapons, the only thing he didn't have was vengeance.

He Directed his makeshift squad to surround the depot,dawn was approaching so the outpost wasn't very heavily guarded. Rameus had the scope of a hunting rifle to his eye. Earlier, he had directed his men to attack only after he had begun firing. In the graying twighlight a single shot rang out, a single guard fell, and 13 black-clad men moved into the Nazi fuel depot. Rameus continued to pick off men as the would-be soldiers of his group stormed the position.

After securing the area, Rameus moved in and planted a stick of Dynamite at the main fuel tank. The fuse was set to 10 minutes. His men moved away to cover the tank while they waited for the explosion. With a flash of light and a deafening boom, the fuel dump was incinerated and fresh screams echoed in the morning light.

Rameus wiped the sweat from his brow and thought of his family. No, this wasn't enough. He wasn't sure if it would ever be enough.

Mike stared at Jeff Kearny.

"F.D.R. is what now?"

"He's alive Mike! We just got a telegram from a runner. He's hiding out with a bunch of soldiers. somewhere in New York."

"Why is this important?"

"Because of what else the message says. He's calling for all resistance groups to head for New York. He's coordinating a massive assault to take back several cities, including New York and Washington D.C."

Mike thought about it. a chance to Really hurt the Nazis.

"Jeff, call the rest of the team. We have a trip to make."

Krasnoe Soprotivlenie emplacement, on a hill on the opposite side of the River

Polovnik (Colonel) Krazov peered over the town of Stalingrad below, the Facists had mostly rebuilt it for the factories on the riverside, but the houses there were still in ruins. He remebered when the Germans had invaded his home, and he had to lead his men into battle. The image of the tank division that had rolled into the city and slaughtered his men remained a vivid one, and the man beside him was the only survivor. Another man lay prone with a German rifle and attached scope, the weapon was not accurate enough for sniping, but it proved effective as a mount for the only scope his unit posessed.

"Alexei, what do you see by that ammunition dump?"

"Some Facists, and an officer. Interesting."

"Let's get closer comrades, we must aquire more ammunition and then blow what we cannot carry."

"As you wish, comrade Colonel."

OOC: Though I use English for their speech, it is assumed they are speaking Russian. I will also throw in words like Da (Yes) and Nvet (No) just for a little more realism (with translations if needed).

Rameus and his team returned to base at around 9 o clock that morning to rest and recuperate before another planned raid at dusk that evening. During the course of the day, one of his men was scanning the radio channels.

"Sir, I have a telegram here that was being broadcasted on the resistance channel."

"Let me see that. . . It says here that F.D.R. is asking all resistance fighters to come to New York. Well, lets oblige him. This afternoon, instead of destroying that convoy, we'll steal their trucks. If we repaint them we should be able to slip past the damn Nazis."

He relished the thought of Hitting the Germans in force.

"Damn its cold out here, how long till they arrive" One of the troopers asked the Captain. It was snowing in the Cascade mountains, and his men were damn cold. They were lined up along the side of the road hidden from view. While another team waited somewhere near with mortars ready to fire. The road ran up along the side of a mountain, making the other side have a long drop down.

"Any minute now, just sit tight. This is just a standard supply convoy headed out east. You know the drill, wait till Sergeant Mathews and his team to start the shelling. Fire off all the bazookas then pick up your rifles and kill the rest. Ok here they come, get down." The convoy consisted of a couple light armored vehicles. When they came in range, the mortars started pounding the road taking out two cars. Captain Denton took out the lead car with a bazooka disabling it and blocking the path for the rest for the rest of the convoy to continue on. The other soldiers fired off their bazookas, only one missed. The Japanese soldiers got out to fight back the group of Americans. The only thing they could see were the muzzle flashes from two Browning M1919A4 machine guns that were quickly cutting them down. The continous mortar fire, and rifle fire from the hidden soldiers made short work of the surprised and oblivious Japanese soldiers. Denton radioed Mathews to cease the mortar fire and had his team quickly mop up the rest of the Japnese soldiers which were either wounded or in disarray.

"Alright, take all the supplies and load them into the cars that still work. Drive them to base 1. Take the supplies we need from there and then get back to HQ." Denton barked. Base 1 is where Denton's unit kept their captured supplies. It was too difficult to take everything to their HQ base that was high in the mountains.

"What of the broken cars and the bodies?" A corpral asked.

"I don't want to leave any traces. Put the bodies in the cars and push the cars to the side of the road. Then put some of those rags into the gas intake and light them on fire. Then quickly push the cars over and just have them tumble down and explode."

"Yes sir!"

Norman Grimm loved it. The battlefield, the only place someone could live he breath in a deep breath of air as he watched a group of Nazies doing PT out in the woods. he waited of a moment for his bloodlust to start flowing then he stood up and opened fired.

Luna Burns watched and sighed"That idiot.We were to obsever them not kill them." she watched as he guned down all 20 of them and then started to find those that were still alive and shoot them. Luna had lost her faimly to the Nazi when they were rounded up because her brother had been in the army. she been out that day. Now with Norman and with the creepy Dr.D they had started up a Army to fight back the Nazi no matter what.

Krazov made his way down the slope of the hill with six other men. Each man had his own job to do: one carried the explosives, one would carry all the captured ammunition, two carried a weapon the Germans called the MP-40, two others wielded the 98k and the last was the outrunner, carrying only his Lüger and six grenades. The group made their way to a shallowed out part of the River. This area had once been a bridge, but had been destroyed by his countrymen to prevent further advance by the Facists, for all the good it did them.

The group creeped through the wet muck and reached the other side in fourteen minutes. The Germans seemed oblivious to the advancing Russians, but not for long. The armed group of rebels edged closer to the ammo dump, when they heard a peculiar rumbling sound.

"Prokliatie! King Tiger!" the outrunner yelped as he ran back into cover.

The rumbling continued for a few more minutes, and the Tiger came to a stop in the street, right next to where Krazov and his men had to go.

Mike and his team stood at the edge of the airfield, waiting for the distraction so they could sneak onto the plane headed for new york.

After a few minutes of waiting, a large explosion rocked the ground. Mike saw flames reaching up from a nearby tank repair building. The guards by the plane quickly rushed of to stop the destruction of their precious tanks.

Mike waved his team ahead and slipped into the plane. The journey had begun

The small group of armed rebels hid silently as the Tiger idled and then shut down. The hatch on the top opened and the commander emerged from the belly of the beast. The black-clad man jumped down and talked with the supply officer in command of the ammunition dump. Krazov pointed at the outrunner, Harpov. He pointed at the grenades on the man's belt, then pointed to the open tank hatch, and the two officers and then held up two fingers. He nodded and prepared to attack, drawing two grenades.

"Go."

Harpov primed the grenade and threw it. The long handled object landed in between the two officers with a muted thump. Harpov primed the other grenade and threw it at the tank. The two officers saw the smoking grenade at the last moment, and it exploded, sending up a red mist along with a loud bang! The other grenade impacted the monsterous tank's hatch, bounced along the top, and slid down the other side. Detonating harmlessly against the tank's side armour.

"Prokliatie. Charge!"

The sun was setting over the low, rolling mountains as Rameus watched the convoy move slowly along. He took aim with his pump action shotgun loaded with buckshot. He squeezed the trigger and watched as a Nazi officer went down. As the rest of the squad rushed down the embankment Rameus pumped his shotgun and fired another round from the hip as he ran. With the truck cleared the squad moved down the rest of the convoy clearing it of men as they went. When the last truck was cleared, he ordered his men to take as much ammunition and weapons as they could and put it in two trucks, then they got into the back of a third. They used Molotov cocktails to destroy the rest of the convoy and left it on the road to block it.

He then got in the truck and began driving North with the others following. They were on the way to finally really strike at the enemy hard.

As soon as teh plane had taken off, Mike and his team began searching the back for anything usefull.

And wouldn't you know, the plane was transporting weapons.

"Take anything you can carry. If we really are going to hit back as hard as we need to, we will need everything we have."

Mike himself took 3 more MP40s, an MG42, a couple of grenades, and a Colt .45 (captured, obviously)


Weapons List
17 Kar98k Rifles
7 MP40 SMGs
2 MP44 SMGs
3 Scoped Kar98k Rifles
19 Steilhandgranates
4 Thompson SMGs
2 Colt .45 Pistols
1 MG-42 Machine Gun
1 M1919A6 Machine Gun
12 Mark II Frag Grenades
3 Browning Automatic Rifles
6 Gweher 45 Rifles
1 Panzerschreck
2 Panzerfaust
3 M1A1 Carbines

Major "Ace" Watson escaped San Diego with his entire squadron of Grumman Hellcats. After providing whatever air cover they could, they officially went into hiding after the "conquest" was complete.

"Conquest Hell!" thought the Major. "I only have 5 planes left, and no ground crew. I know there is a resistance out there. I just have to find it."

"Sir, the pilots and I have heard of resistance groups in the north east"

"Capt Clark was always a gung ho fighter. But I trust his instincts. 5 planes are going to be hard to fly unnoticed from -Classified- Oklahoma to somewhere in the north east, but if there is a chance to get back at those bastards, I'm going to take it. All we need is fuel...."

Der Werewolves were siting in a small shack in the mountains. One scout spotted a German fuel convoy. They hid on the side of the road and waited for the convoy. When it arrived, they attacked. Their goal was to leave the truck in intact so they can be used.

OOC: Materials captured from convoy:
4 Kar98K Rifles
6 Stielhandgrenate
4 MP40s
2 MG42
3 Panzerschreck launchers
1 Scoped Kar98K Rifle
5 Gewehr 43 Rifles
2 StG Assault Rifles
3 SdKfz 251/1 Halftracks

The team jumped out of the back of teh cargo plane as it taxied down the runway to the unloading area. Luckily, it was dark, and they easily eluded the guards. They continued on until they reached the outskirts of New York (the airport had been outside the city limits).

"Gentlemen, and lady," Mike nodded at the teams single women, Jane Gundlogsen. "We are at New York, we are undetected, and we all are carrying enough weaponry to take down a small Panzer Brigade. So here's my proposition. We do."

"Do what?"

"Take out a tank brigade. What better way to celebrate then to do some damage to germany!"

The rest of the team slowly smiled. Kevin Joanis loaded up the Panzerschreck, grinning wickedly.

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Tom Macphine, former O.S.S., sat in the Golden Lion restaurant located in the San Francisco china town. Across from him was one Marine Captain Andrew Savage. Savage had the atypical appearance of a Marine. He was skinny for one thing, had a soft jaw line, and was overall very non-threatening. After sitting in the restaurant for some time, Tom asked Savage to make his report.
"Well," He began,"There is no way we can make the trans-continental trip to New York. The Japanesses won't let anyone near the air fields, and any attempted to drive there would fall apart in Chicago. On the other hand, the plan to hit Grace Cathedral is very possible."
Grace Cathedral was a real land mark in San Francisco before the japs came. It was a great big Episcopal church, been there since San Francisco was founded. We the japs came, their secret police used it as a prison. Now and days it's used by the Imperial Marines as a weapon depot/prison.
"Since the changing of the guard between the jap marines and the Secret Police," Savage Continued,"Security has been rather lax. We could run up Nob Hill and raid the place right now if we wanted to."
"That's good to here" Said Tom, who had been listening attentively this whole time,"But we'll wait for night fall. Shame we can't make it to FDR. Maybe someone will fill us in later."
"Yeah, we can only hope."

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The Emperors met in a closed room in the imperial palace. Puyi Emperor of Manchuria and Korea, and Hirohito Emperor of the Japan. Before them was a massive shogi board. Puyi's mind was far from the game. "But your majesty, with the United States, China and Russia defeated, what possible threat does the Manchu-Korean empire need protection from? Is it not time for the troops to withdraw?". Hirohito on the other hand, reacted to Puyi's pleading with mild disinterest, focusing soley on the shogi board. "Henry, you know that isn't possible at this time." Though Puyi reffered to Hirohito with the title 'your majesty' as a subject would, Hirohito contemptuously refered to Puyi as 'henry' his western name. "But why not?" said Puyi raising his voice slightly and making an impulsive move. "Because Henry" said Hirohito making his own move "we have a saying here in Japan, 'the nail that sticks up gets hammered down'" he paused looking at the shogi board. "Thats checkmate"

The germans weren't in Cleveland yet but they soon would be. Some had reported they just started marching up from Columbus, more people reported they would be there in a few hours. The AOC was holding a position in southern Cleveland, and their larger sister group the Erie Militia were split up waiting for the germans in Akron, and Rocky River/Bay Village/Lakewood. All of them had mortars and machine guns...

The few German scouts that had gone ahead were all dead. The AOC knew they'd be taking most of the fire, and they'd probably have to withdraw to sniper points and such in industrial Cleveland. Luckily, it had a lot of those. The only problem was all the bridges... but the Germans probably wouldnt destroy them, they needed the bridges, they probably dont fancy swimming the (heavily polluted) rivers in Cleveland. The AOC was contemplating how to beat all the tanks, as mortar and bazooka ammo is rare. If they truely had to they could probably hand-make some mortar shells, but the rockets would require quite some time.

The raid on the episcopal cathedral had to be scratched. As it turns out, the Military Police control of the building was only temporary. The Secret police had re-occupied the building and where once again using it as a political prison. With the option of the raid eliminated, Tom Macphine turned his planning to a simple ambush in the China Town area.

In guerilla warfare, ambushes should always be planned based on the retreat, not the target. Getting engaged for more than ten minutes with a japanese unit was suicide, because any longer and re-enforcements where sure to arrive. China town was an almost ideal place for an ambush, certainly the best spot in San Francisco. First of all, the side streets, heavy traffic, and abundance of allies made a retreat feasible from almost anywhere in the area. Second of all, the chinese-americans where not to friendly to the occupiers, and would often to have neither seen or heard anything about resistance fighters. Lastly, like almost every where in San Francisco, it was full of steep hills. The Japanese vehicles would often stall as they proceeded up the streets. China town was such a perfect place to operate that the Japanese wanted to withdraw, but the sheer amount of guerilla activity forced them to keep it occupied.

Macphine and his group of ex-marines waited atop a grocery store along a very busy street in China Town. The sun was setting behind them, anyone looking towards them would be discouraged by the bright sun set. Below them, a small japanese convoy of two open trucks and a jeep where crawling up hill, yelling at the civilians to make a hole. The trucks where filled with young looking Japanese soldiers, the only one that looked like he had any experience where the corperals. The jeep was the lead vehicle, there was a .50 caliber mounted in the back, maned by a bored looking man, idly staring at the items for sale in the shops along the street. The only person who looked at all worrisome was a Japanese Lieutenant riding shot gun in the jeep. Tom thought he may be the only one briefed on how dangerous china town could be for traveling japanese troops.

After watching the tiny convoy inch its way towards their position, Tom judged it to be within optimal firing range. He looked over the edge of the roof into the alley, where PFC Ryan waited for the signal from his Commanding Officer. Tom motioned him to get on with it and Ryan sighed. He always got this job because he could run the fastest 200yrd dash. Ryan stepped out from the ally and walked into the path of the jeep leading the convoy. He quickly popped the pin of the grenade in his coat pocket into the flap of the drive and bolted for the opposite site of the street. The driver looked down at the grenade and had no time to react, everyone in the jeep was killed by the shrapnel.

Confusion set in in the trucks following the jeep. The civilians in the area scrambled for cover, being used to the shoot outs that occurred in their neighborhood. The resistance men above the street pored lead into the trucks. The priority was to unleash as much fire power as possible in as little time as possible, accuracy taking a back seat to the shock factor. After 5 seconds of BAR, Thompson, and Garande fire, the two trucks full of men where filled with holes. The resistance fighters threw a few grenades to be sure then fled through the back alleys of China Town, back up for the Japanese arrived well after they made their escape.

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A lone Tiger I tank came, but they could hear the rumblings of all the others. It was really scary for Thompson, hiding in the trees right next to the vegicle as it passed through. It stopped at the edge of a low house, and a man opened the hatch to have a look around. One of the members fired a pistol shot at his head. Thankfully, it hit and he immediately dropped. Thompson then jumped out and threw a frag grenade into the still-open hatch. It exploded, sending little pieces of shrapnel everywhere inside the tank, killing all the 5 crew members, but doing little to the vehicle. They dragged the bodies out, taking their uniforms, guns, grenades, anything. Then they hung the bodies from a building, a warning for the advancing Germans. Then, some got in the tank, and headed off for downtown Cleveland. The others would fall back some also.

The team with the tank taped four little American flags on it, as not to alarm the locals. The men took their positions on top of buildings, in trees, and in camoflauge holes. Some lay Hawkins Grenades as mines for the soon to come German tanks. Pretty soon, a German infantry division was within their sight, and within range of a mortar located on top of a building. They had also equipped a mortar to a truck. Thompson gave the man using the mortar, Dan Johnson, a thumbs up. It was time to attack. Johnson launched the mortar, and reloaded as he watched it explode into little fragments right at the front of the German line. Luckily, there were too many troops and "too little" resistance so they came in together. Instantly there was panic, and anothet mortar hit. Being just a bit less than 500 yards away, well within a machine gun's range, Thompson opened fire, as did everyone else with their guns, striking down many troops. The generals had them break up into squads and continue. Another mortar hit, killing a general and numerous troops. Then, the AOC retreated.

Back in their base near Lake Erie, they were assessing today's attack, and planning for the next. there had been no casualties, and they had killed a great many Germans.

"Guys!" yelled Thompson from the door, "Buddy's back, and it looks like he has more shit than ever!". Some of the guys were playing cards, but they all put them down to help bring in "Buddy's shit". Every so often their friend "Buddy" would bring supplies of British and American weapons, and even some German ones. Today he had 5 Brens, 2 Johnson LMGs, many grenades, and lots of ammo for all their guns, including their mortars and bazookas, and other things.

Major Boyington sat at his desk in a small apartment in Brooklyn, near the entrance to New York City (via the Brooklyn bridge). He was mixing himself a very strong drink when Private Mitchell walked in. The Major stared down the Private, whom he had been fighting side by side with for almost a year and a half now. He began to notice that within the last 6 months, his men's health began to deteriorate, and he began to see evidence of that in there faces. Mitchell was one of the Major's youngest men, and yet, now, he could see it in the young man's face, too. The deep lines and expressions that no man before the age of 80 should have. The face was not a face of youth and innocence, as they all had when they signed up for the Marine Air Corps, way back when; it was a face of terror and horror, a face that shows that the man who has it has seen too much, and spent many sleepless nights tossing and turning as they dreamed of death and there buddies being picked off one by one. "What is it, Private?" Even though the US military was officially defeated by now, the men of the resistance group, called the Black Sheep, named after there old squadron, still insisted on calling eachother by there military ranks, and a respect of officers was still highly used and enforced. "The caravan of kublewagons and half tracks we hit last week... well... the Nazis are sending out SS search teams all over the area to track down the guys who hit it, and... ummm... well..." Mitchell stuttered, "we were wondering if the equipment would be safe... at it's present location... ummmm... Sir..." "Right, well as I've said before, where it is right now is probably the safest place this side of the Atlantic! They'll never find the warehouse, or expect it to be there, and they'll never find us...," Boyington took a sip of his drink and continued, "that's really what you're worried about, isn't it? Them getting us. Well I've thought about it too, I'll admit, ever since that "public execution" last week..." The Private looked at his feet. "Sir, are we ever going to do anything more than this feudal raiding? Every time we hit another convoy we always lose another guy, or get chased out of the area, or something goes wrong... or..." "Private, I've got some new information that'll keep even you happy. There's talk that Roosevelt is alive and well, and he's hiding out god knows where, and after we find 'em, then all resistance is gonna move as one force, and do some real damage to the enemy. Tommorrow I'm gonna meet with the guys over by 45th street and they're supposed to fill me in on what's going on with this, ok?," Boyington asked.
"Wow Pappy (Boyington's nickname), is that real? Imagine that! Thank you Pap, errrr... ummm... sir.... thanks a bundle! I'll go tell the guys!" Mitchell ran off down the hall. Pappy turned his attention back to his drink. He began to think about "the old days". He remembers when Hawaii was first invaded, how all of the Marine air squadrons working out of the Phillipines and surrounding areas were pulled out to help defend the mainland USA. He remembers how they were evacuated into a base near San Francisco. The fighting got to the point that whenever they took off on a mission, they'd count on losing atleast one pilot by the time they got back home. He also remembers how most of the F-4U's were destroyed, and when they were given orders to evacuate San Francisco, they had to pile all on to some old DC-3's and took the long trip to the East Coast. After a plane ride here and evacuation there, they found themselves in occupied New York. They began to work with the South American mobsters, who agreed to sell them weapons and equipment for the resistance in exchange for little to no cost. The Black Sheep would covertly fly the goods in from bases and depots down South. Of course, that ended when "Operation Carribean Clearing" took place, when the Nazis placed AA guns and patrol ships all along the coast, and shot down any unauthorized aircraft or sea vessels without question. When buisiness was bad, the suppliers stopped supplying, and soon they had the Nazis all over them themselves. And so, the ex-pilots of the US Marines found themselves fighting a "fuedal" and hopeless war, as Mitchell called it. Pappy sipped his drink. He looked down at the little american flag he kept on his desk, the same flag that if found by the Nazis, it was automatically burned. Pappy's patriotism was unquestioned, but he began to feel a little hopelesness as well. He looked around his dark and dreary room, with the typical Brooklyn view out the window, a large overflowing dumpster and back of a brick wall. "Well if nothing else, I'm getting out of this apartment tommorrow, even if this whole thing turns out to be a hoax." he said cheerily. He refilled his drink and began to think once again...

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The plan had backfired. The Germans had taken control of the prominent Cleveland Clinic to use for their many men wounded in that battle. They couldnt attack the hospital, because then all the Americans in Cleveland wounded by the Nazis would have no where to go. The Germans were setting up patrols on street corners, who would regularly be taken out by a shot to the head from a revolver.

They saw action when the Germans were taking a tanks to destroy a building owned by a Jew. On top of a house a some yards away, Mike was ready with his Bazooka. Just as the tank was getting ready to fire, he fired the bazooka, blowing up the tank. The German patrol watching the tank turned and looked at him. He drew his gun instinctively, but it was too late. Mike had already shot him with a pistol.

Boyington looked down at the broken into cases of weapons and ammunition. The floor of the depot lay covered with pieces of cut up wood and broken boxes, the equipment taken out of almost all of them. "When did this happen?", he asked Lt. Kovalski. "We think about 1 in the morning sir...", he said. "What happened to the guard I told you to place here?" The Lt.'s face turned a deep red as he replied "we found his body thrown in the dumpster a half a block away, his throat slit... sir...". Pappy Boyington looked at a near by cro-bar, undoubtably left behind by the saboteurs. Just then 2nd Lt. Jefferson walked in. "What the hell happened here?!?!", he half screamed at Pappy. "It seems that some lowlife double crossing fink told the Nazi America based Gestapo where we stashed our goods, and that at about 1 in the morning they came in, killed McLay, the man I put on duty last night, took everything, probably dumped it in the Sound and destroyed everything they could not carry". "Who's the double crossing piece of trash, our own little "informer" ", he asked. "Craig", he said as if it was some forbidden word. "What?!?! Craig wouldn't! No! Just because he's been labeled as "the new guy" doesn't make him the automatic target to suspect-", he stopped short, for as he spoke Pappy strolled over to a large black blanket, and pulled it off a corpse resembling Craig. Of course, half his face was shot away, so it was hard to confirm. "You see," Pappy continued, "for a while some of the guys said he was acting suspicious, always sneaking off, then last night, after the equipment was destroyed, the Nazis must have figured it better to kill Craig then give him whatever they must have bribed him with, that's what the lady down the street said she heard, him screaming about a deal being a deal, then there was a burst of gunshots, and the noise of a truck speeding away, and then silence. She finally found him and told us, she knows us, and so... here he is... the "fink"... the poor sap who was out low-finked by the Nazis..." Jefferson began, "Alright, what's done is done, but with everything gone, what do we do know? You're city contacts said we should come soon, and without the proper stuff we're never gonna be able to get through those guards outside the city with all of our equipment, and, ughhhhh, now what do we do?", cried Jefferson in desperation. "I was thinking, you know those routine Nazi railroad trips all over Long Island, well they say this weeks isn't going to be so "routine" per se..."

Boyington watched the road. Then, he finally saw the truck they were waiting for. The road, adjacent to the railraod tacks, curved on and on. The driver of the truck pulled up right next to Pappy and his team. He rushed out. "Well it took you long enough", 2nd Lt. Baker said rather grufly. "Did you atleast confirm it?", asked Boyington. "I did, it's definately the one," the driver said excitedly. "And the locomotive driver is American. But the rest are Nazi regular army." "Alright, watch your fire on the locomotive, keep it to a minimum," said Pappy. "How long 'till they get here?," the 2nd Lt. asked. "I'd give it a half hour, give 'er take," he replied. Pappy shouted to his men up on the hill near them, "Alright, we are clear to go. It'll be here in about 30 minutes!" The men on the hill immediatly scrambled.
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"32 minutes have gone by, why isn't it here?," someone muttered. "Sir, what do we do if we get pinned and run outta ammo? I mean, the reason we're hitting this train is because we don't have enough to last long..." Pappy thought for a while, and then said "We won't get pinned, don't worry. We'll take 'em out and get outta here fast." The truth was, Pappy was just wondering the same thing. A loud train whistle was heard. He looked over at the man he put on the hill, Lt. Major Walker. Walker was looking through a pair of large green binoculars. After a few seconds, he put them down, gave Pappy the signal, grabbed his MP-40 and ran to his position. Once Pappy saw the signal, he knew they passed the first marker. Pappy saw the train come into view. He saw it pass the 2nd marker, a little yellow pole they stuffed next to the tracks. Within 10 seconds, the locomotive passed the 3rd marker. Immediatly a Browning Automatic Rifle opened up on the second car as a man fired a bazooka round directly into the end of the coal car. MP-40's opened up all around. As the locomotive rounded the turn, it hit the road block the Black Sheep set up in the track, but what they didn't expect was that it tipped over and fell, instead of just stopping the thing blew into flames. German soldeirs popped out of the locomotive and ran for cover. They were mowed down by the bar. As the Nazi guards ran out of the caboose, they were picked off by Jefferson manning the 30mm watercooled. "Shit", he said. He looked at his ammo belt and it was almost empty. Not 10 rounds later he was out, and had to pull out his MP-40. He couldn't keep all the Germans off him and one managed to throw his grenade. Jefferson was hit by the flak and blasted out of his position and rolled down and out. Pappy took the Springfield out of the back of his truck and began to pick the Nazis off. "Pap! The BAR is out of ammo!" Boyington thought that they should have unloaded the train and been out of here by now. "Mitchel!!! Get over to that locomotive and clear it out!" "Yes sir!" he screamed over the sound of bullets hitting the side of train metal. Pappy knew he could count on Mitchel. "I'll cover you!" he yelled. Pappy ran over to the top of the hill, and once out of Springfield rounds, picked up a Kar-98 and covered Mitchel as Mitchel ran to the locomotive. Mitchel found a locomtive conductor and engineer cowering in the toppled roof and sides of the train. "Are you American?" he yelled at them. They nodded. "The Nazis are popping out of no where! What car were they traveling in?" "The fourth car," the train engineers yelled. One picked up a luger off a dead german officer nearby and ran over to the other side of the train and shot a German soldeir directly behind there car. Mitchel stepped over the bodies and ran over to Pappy. "Hit the fourth car!," he yelled. Pappy called for Ryan, the man working the bazooka. "Hit the fourth car!," Pappy yelled, pointing to the bazooka. "I can't, I'm pinned and out of ammo!" Pappy debated with himself with the idea of grabbing his men and getting out of here before they all get killed. Mitchel was collecting grenades off dead Nazis and after hearing this, ran off to the fourth car. There were 3 men pinned down near the overturned 4th car, and the Nazis in the car were firing out of the windiws non-stop. Mitchel tossed the grenades into the car one by one, blasting Nazis out of it. Finaly, after throwing in all of his grenades, 2 germans crawled out of the car, covered in blood. Within 20 minutes, the Black Sheep loaded up there trucks with pounds and pounds of weapons and ammunition. Unfortunatly, they had to leave there American weapons behind because they took up space and had no more ammo. Everything they couldn't bring with them they doused in gasoline and lit on fire. The badly wounded Jefferson was loaded up. There 2 Nazi prisoners were tied to a nearby street lamp, and left there as soon as they heard the sirens of fire trucks and police cars, and of course, German MP cars. They told the 2 train employees that when questioned what happened, they were to tell the Germans a fantastic story of Americans jumping out of a plane, parachuting down to Earth, landing on the train, and overtaking the Germans with ease and without any casulties. They were to tell the Nazis that the American resistance that attacked there train was very well equiped, and had almost 50 or more men. They were to tell all of these incredible lies to the Germans, and alas, they did. And alas, the Germans believed it, so much infact they radioed Berlin about the incident. Hitler himself heard of it.
New Inventory List:
15 MP-40's
14 Kar-98's
4 Lugers
15 not too badly shot up German uniforms (including 2 officer uniforms)
5 Kar-98 scopes
4 Panzerfaughsts (excuse my spelling)
18 German grenades
2 MG-42's

nice

bump

someone please post, I feel stupid posting like 10 times in a row in a span of time of like 20 days

as do I, we need to recruit...

OOC: I'm posting again... weeeeeeee!
IC:
There were 12 of them now. And one of the 12, Jefferson, was in bad shape. His wounds were healing, but everyone, including himself knew something was wrong. He still had barely any strength left, and always felt sick. The men sat in 4 trucks, one in front of the other. They were on the long line leading to the Brooklyn Bridge, where at the entrance way, just before the toll booth, stood a large shack. The shack was recently put up as the new Nazi border police station. The Nazis wanted to crack down on the resistance groups and were putting checkpoints all over. Every major and populated place there were Nazi checkpoints. Normally, it's easy to get by them. They search you and your vehicle, and when they find nothing, they say "move along", and that's that. But it's very hard to bypass the Nazis with a back seat filled with guns and ammo. All the trucks were packed to max capacity, as a matter of fact. One good look in the back of there trucks, and once they pull off the sheet over the back seat, they are face to face with stolen guns. Boyington's men decided to blow through the checkpoint and lose any pursuers in the complex streets of NY. Once they got through the checkpoint, the stop and go traffic immediatly let up, and you could cruise your way into the city. Each man had a MP-40 by there feet, with several spare magazines. Each man in the passenger seat had 1 panzer fauhst, and the 2 back cars had concealed MG-42's. And of course, eack car was littered with the spare guns and ammo in the back. The lead car, Pappy's, slowly pulled up to the checkpoint. He noticed there were about 12 Nazis scattered around the brigde. Only 4 of them were at the checkpoint booth. Several were unarmed, and there rifles seemed to be stashed in the Nazi half-track parked in the vacant far left lane. All was as planned. Pappy knew there would be a parked Nazi MP patrol car, as there always was, on the other side of the bridge. He was hoping his panzer faughsts could take care of that... "so far, all as planned", Pappy said to his driver and the man in the backseat, LeMon and Fields. They nodded. Two very hot and sweaty german regulars approached them. "Let me see your license, please, sir," one of them said in a very thick german accent. Pappy saw them fanning themselves. "Ahhh, not this hot in the fatherland in the summer, is it?", Pappy asked as opening his wallet. The german smiled and replied "Well, I'd prefer the springs of Frankfurt... but eh... when the Fuher calls for men, I must abide"... Pappy shot out "a volunteer eh?" The german seemed to get flush and said quietly "I'm no more than a conscript... If only I were so noble..." Pappy looked to the truck in back of him. Mitchel smiled and gave the signal. "I have some advice for you, friend" said Pappy to the german as he stuffed his licence back in his pocket. "Desert" he whispered. The german looked confused. At that moment Pappy whipped out a luger, pistol whipped the english speaking german, and shot the man standing beside him. The germans all over the bridge scattered at the sound of gunfire. People began to scream. LeMon floored the truck and the other 3 were sure to follow. The men ripped out there MP-40's and opened up on the fleeing germans. The latter 2 cars pulled out MG-42's and hit the men near the halftrack. A panzer faughst hit the halftrack's center and slowly it went over the side of the bridge. They speeded down the bridge, filling the air with smoke as they went. They got to the end, where all guns focused on the parked patrol car. The men inside didn't even have a chance to start it up. Hundreds of rounds shattered the windsheilds and made the kublewagon look like scrap metal. Blood covered the car. Pappy and his men went on the pre-planned route into Manhatten. After some time, the sound of sirens went away and they finally pulled up to there destination. They arrived at a old warehouse on the edge of the river. Broken metal beams and pieces of destroyed ships hulls littered the front. They passed through the broken into rusted old barbed wire fence. The air amelled like dust and sea water, and all around seemed to be nothing but ware houses and vacant lots. "This is it?" asked Mitchill. "This shit hole? This place is dirty and... we'll infect all of our wounded. "We didn't lose a single man today, and if we keep it that way, we won't have to worry about such things," said Pappy. "Well, let's go in then... rest, then maybe we can meet up with the group that's sopposedly holding the president... and...," Fields was blabbering, for he loved the idea of going on some crazy adventure. Pappy said "Into the building gentlemen, welcome to your new home..."

OOC: Sorry, Ive been on Vacation and such... Post in a secf

OOC: Dam, short post

IC: Dan looked up into the clouds where there was a German plane circling. "Damn", he stated. "These fuckers are invincible". Just as he was saying that to himself, Thompson ran in with some news. "Guys, we got ourselves a boat, now lets go on up to New York and see FDR!"

Of course, the true final decision is to be made by Azmi, or anyone else of importance, however, I hereby declare this whole rp dead! We'll just say FDR was saved, he lead a world wide revolt, the Nazi's faced revolt in there own homeland, and the Nazi regime was wiped off the whole face of the Earth, or something of that nature. :)