Operation Tea And Rebellion

Who: Henrik, Kraller, Wolff / Alice, Henrik
What: Attempted infiltration of the Nazi Headquarters
When: April, 1941

Arras
Coordinates : 16 2

A fine example of a French town. There is little sign of war here, the buildings are all in good condition - very good condition in fact, as most of them have been newly built. The last war was not kind on this area, after all. It all looks peaceful, at least on the surface.

It is currently night time.

Henrik waits until well after dark- at about the time that Genevieve's schedule tells him that the night watch will be a good, hopefully lazy three hours into their shift, before attiring himself in the hated black of the nazi SS uniform, checking the death's head silver hilt of the knife, and touching up the cap and rank stitching which marks him as an SS-Oberschutze, before slipping out into the night. "I'd better not die in this trash," he growls under his breath.

All is quiet in Arras tonight. Too quiet, perhaps.

«Ground Combat» Henrik moves West <W>.

Arras
Coordinates : 15 2

A fine example of a French town, despite the signs of modern warfare with several buildings completely ruined by German bombs. One area of this block is almost completely wiped out, the one closest to the Town Hall, that building somehow miraculously still standing though the left side is in ruins. Other areas are completely untouched and makes a stark contrast to the ruins.

It is currently night time.

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
Civilian (#184) Henrik I.

Room Modifiers :
Elevation : 1 Cover : 50%
Stealth : 150% Inf.Move : 100%

Town Hall <TH> West <W>
East <E> South <S>
North <N>

Henrik moves through the darkened street, having timed his move to (hopefully) fall between the german patrols as he slips toward one of the side windows to the Town hall, seeking to bypass the doors as he slips into the fascist bastion.

«Ground Combat» Henrik moves Town Hall <TH>.

Arras Town Hall (15 2)

The Town Hall is in a shambles as German bombs has hit it heavily. The left side of the building is closed off entirely as it's completely unstable for use, and the upper levels are not used either. The right side is still open with harried staff using what's left of the place for their day to day work. Entering through an arched doorway, a large hallway meets the eye, with a staircase straight ahead leading to upper levels in the grand building. Gothic style is everywhere, but mixed with modernities such as a phone on a wall, and some modern art on the walls.

It is currently night time.

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
Civilian (#184) Henrik I.
Axis (#10376) Wolff I. Kar98k

Room Modifiers :
Elevation : 1 Cover : 100%
Stealth : 100% Inf.Move : 100%

Office <OF> Out <O>

Wolff is on guard duty tonight. Nominally. Things are quiet so he's not being terribly vigilant, pacing about, occasionally looking out windows for signs of insurrection. He yawns.

Henrik crouches close to the ground- one hand raised to hold his SS cap on steady, as he starts slipping deeper into the hall, mentally following Christiane's directions and simply looking to avoid the sentry.

«Ground Combat» Henrik moves Office <OF>.

Arras Town Hall Office (15 2)

A large oak desk stands in front of a large window, with a comfortable leather chair for whomever works at the desk. A couple of comfortable armchairs allow seating for guests. Another pair of armchairs stand next to a smoking-table, with a box of cigars and a lighter on the metal surface of the table. There's a lingering smell of quality cigar-smoke in the room. A cabinet against one wall is closed and locked up.

It is currently night time.

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
Civilian (#184) Henrik I.
Axis (#496) Kraller I. Luger P-08

Room Modifiers :
Elevation : 1 Cover : 100%
Stealth : 100% Inf.Move : 100%

Out <O>

Kraller is working late, bent over the desk, having a glass of wine as he goes over some reports.

Henrik moves with as much silence as he can muster into the depths of the office. Upon sighting the late working officer he does not curse, instead looking about the office as best he can for the described radio equipment.

Kraller continues scanning his reports, muttering to himself. One line in particular makes him swear in German. "Idiot. Wolff! What the devil is this nonsense?" That yelled, he stands and heads for the door.

Henrik slips as swift and silently as he may to one side, keeping out of the line of sight, mutely hoping Kraller simply passes him, hand shifting to his stolen knife…

Kraller seems to think he's quite alone in the office, even looking around the small space as he is. "Another year in this back-water frog pond, and perhaps I can finally get a transfer back to Berlin…" he mutters to himself, wielding his report.

«Ground Combat» Kraller moves Out <O>.

Henrik has ice water in his veins as the officer moves past, seizing the opportunity to move behind the oaken desk, redoubling his search efforts. Time, time, always fleeting.

Henrik glances briefly over the interrogation reports, careful not to move them, as he opens drawers with frequent glances up at the open doorway. The third drawer yields the prize- he hefts the thick book of cipher and tucks it within his uniform coat, sparing only a moment more to look about for orders of interest, before moving again toward the exit, taking a position to one side of the door leading out.

The office remains quiet. The sound of Kraller talking irritably at Wolff is all that can be heard outside.

Henrik remains against the wall, biding his time and remaining patient while he listens for footsteps from outside the office. Breathing slow and steady, the veteran slips all too easily back into the old habits. He takes the moment and slips out.

«Ground Combat» Henrik moves Out <O>.

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
Civilian (#184) Henrik I.
Axis (#496) Kraller I. Luger P-08
Axis (#10376) Wolff I. Kar98k

Room Modifiers :
Elevation : 1 Cover : 100%
Stealth : 100% Inf.Move : 100%

Office <OF> Out <O>

Kraller has most of his attention occupied by upbraiding Wolff. "This is all your interrogation of the priest revealed? Perhaps it was a mistake in promoting you, /Oberschutze/. Perhaps if you spent less time fondling untermensch women and more time serving the Reich…" He growls. "As it is, we have held him too long. The villagers will become agitated. Have him released tomorrow."

Wolff just stands there and takes the jawing, occasionally adding a "Yes, sir" in.

Henrik moves without time wasted in listening too closely..

«Ground Combat» Henrik moves Out <O>.

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
Civilian (#184) Henrik I.

Room Modifiers :
Elevation : 1 Cover : 50%
Stealth : 150% Inf.Move : 100%

Town Hall <TH> West <W>
East <E> South <S>
North <N>

«Ground Combat» You notice Wolff arrive at Arras.

Henrik does not alter his breathing as he emerges once again onto the street through the same window he had used to sneak inside the office. Ducking onto a side street the stonefaced foreigner moves back toward his domicile, pausing only long enough to note Wolff's exit.

«Ground Combat» Henrik moves East <E>.

Arras
Coordinates : 16 2

A fine example of a French town. There is little sign of war here, the buildings are all in good condition - very good condition in fact, as most of them have been newly built. The last war was not kind on this area, after all. It all looks peaceful, at least on the surface.

It is currently night time.

Henrik hurries his steps through the back alley, slipping inside his poor shack and barring the thin door as he goes about shedding his (thankfully) unneeded disguise, packing it back into the box Alice had provided and making a silent note to deposit it once again with the seamstress, come morning. Only then does he allow himself to let out a slow breath and study his prize more carefully.


The next morning…


Arras
Coordinates : 16 4

A fine example of a French town, despite the signs of modern warfare with several buildings completely ruined by German bombs. One area of this block is almost completely wiped out, other areas are completely untouched and makes a stark contrast to the ruins.

It is currently dawn.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Air Raid Shelter
2. Alice's Sew Shop

Arras Hospital <AH> Cafe Mason <CM>
West <W> East <E>
South <S> North <N>

Shortly after the night's curfew is lifted, Henrik makes his ever-cheerful way through town toward Alice's shop, a broad box- about the size to carry a suit, carried under one arm. Expression dour as usual, the big man crosses the street toward his destination.

Kitties in the window, as par for the course. The immense male orange and white tabby and the slender, elegant white female, look out at the world seeming content. Alice can be seen buzzing about her shop, probably working. She's carrying cloth to and fro, to get ready for the day. The sign does read 'Open' though.

Chevalier steps out of the shadows of the air raid shelter doorway pausing to light a cigarette as he watches the large sour man cross the street.

Henrik notes Chevalier briefly in passing, holding the man's eye long enough only to flick his own gaze toward the shop, before snorting and stalking up to rap solidly on the door three times. "Madame," he prompts gruffly aloud, through the door.

That knock is familiar. The kitties mew and wriggle. Person! Alice looks up from pinning a rank on a collar. "Allo, Monsieur! How may I help you?" She asks with a smile, apparently quite happy to see Henrik. She sets the offending shirt down. Ignus and Camille watch Henrik intently.

Chevalier catches the flick of the others eyes but makes no outward appearence having done so. He casually finishes his cigarette before heading to the sew shop.

Henrik continues frowning, as he indicates the box he carries. "Tore a goddamn seam," the big man rumbles tersely. "Can I come in?" The felines are eyed dubiously, but only for a moment as he returns his regard to the supremely cheerful Alice.

"Ohh," Alice frowns, symapthetic. "That's not good, and please do." The kitties stay where they are, absorbing their sunlight. The sunbeam is enough to keep them immobile. Their tummies seem round too. Fed, sunning cats are rarely inclined to move. Alice is indeed, supremely cheerful. It's like watching something going down a river- ot
Ahem. It's hopeless, but the critter keeps smiling and paddling hopefully anyway. Maybe just maybe. "I'll get right on it, then? I take it this is a priority job huh." She peers at the box.

Henrik shrugs his shoulders idly as he hands over the box, moving to step inside as he mutters in return. "Not terribly. It can wait- not like I'll need to dress pretty any time soon."

Henrik shrugs his shoulders idly as he hands over the box, moving to step inside as he mutters in return. "Not terribly. It can wait- not like I'll need to dress pretty any time soon."

Alice calms a bit at that, watching Henrik with her wide blue eyes. She nods. "Alright. How have you been? Do you want some tea?" She asks quietly, and accepts the box. The kitties just yawn and go back to sun snoozin'. They have a sunbeam!

Henrik mutters again- his french improved after the year in Arras, the accent less harsh, but still distinct in his speech, "Been fine. Busy," he adds, as he shuts the door firmly behind him, instinctively scanning the shop's interior for others, prompting flatly as he does so, "Anyone here?"

"Good. And non, just me setting up for the day," Alice shakes her head. "And the felines making their nests. They bring in half the people I think," She comments, happy and amused by it. "Well, you, I and the cats but I doubt they are talking." She seems to become a bit more serious now.

Henrik nods curtly once, rumbling over the last few words Alice spoke, heedless of the rudeness of such behavior. His speech is low, even, and intent. "Good. Open the box, and the uniform is inside- no holes, its fine- but I need you to hold it for me again. Also in the box is a book of fascist radio signals. I can't make out much of it, but its important. I need you to use your radio on the secret channel and tell whoever is on the other side that we have it."

Alice accepts Henrik's rudeness, for whatever reason. She's just a gentle critter by nature. Alice nods, "Okay." She promises. "I will. Right under the lady's underthings." She pauses and looks down. "Um. Okay, I will try. I may only be able to see a moment in case someone bad hears," She tilts her head. "But I will!" She adds. "What do you think about it?" Perhaps trying to figure out a bit of what Henrik might think.

Henrik nods again at he assent. "You still have the numbers of the radio channel, from Claude?" he clarifies. "That should be safe." He pauses a moment, brows knitting at the unexpected question. "What do I think," he echoes colorlessly. "About what?"

"I do!" Alice chirps. "I made sure to memorize them, it was hard," She admits with a frown. "About - this book. Sometimes knowing where it came from might help figure where it leads to," She taps her nose. "Either way. I am glad to see you."

"Hrm," Henrik grunts, looking toward the box that still contains the book in question. "Well, it came from the goddamn fascist commander's office, so I'd hope it leads someplace useful. If not, then I wasted my time, and the Frenchmen hiding in England will tell you so." He frowns at the thought. This had BETTER not have been totally useless. to her latter cheer, he answers, "Glad to be seen in one piece."

Alice looks down at the box, her eyes widen. "I hope so too then. Do you think they will notice and change them?" She considers. "I will do this as soon as I can- maybe the hour for lunch the shop closes." She bobs her head. "I don't keep people in while I am eating. And that is good. You know-" A pause at the mention of England, "I am still rooting for that pilot. It would be such a smart for the Germans to be unable to catch one pilot," She admits a kind of glee at what they did.

Henrik sniffs dryly, asking with a note of wry interest in his voice, "Ask about him, if you can. Curious to know if he made it." Answering her former question with a freshly drawn breath, he states, "The guards didn't see me. Changing codes can't be quick or easy.. if they don't think we have it, it might be useful awhile. Damned if I know."

"Of course, I'm sorry," Alice nods. "And I will I think. I am curious," She admits. "That was very daring of you. And sneaky," She grins up in Henrik, seemingly impressed. "I will do my best as quickly as I can then. Anything besides, we have the codes?"

Henrik's blue eyes narrow in a habitual frown as he wracks his memory. "No new infantry coming through. They're releasing the priest they'd arrested. Same complement of planes at the airfield. Same flow of trucks and fuel tankers. Nothing else comes to mind."

"Hmm, okay. Thanks! Do you want to be here during my lunch hour when I -" When she operates the radio? Alice looks up to Henrik. She must trust him an awful lot. "Or I guess I could show you how it works in case something happens to me," Her voice becomes quiet at that second half of her sentence.

Henrik's stonefaced expression doesn't soften at Alice's last, quiet note. "I can be here. No good with electrics, but.." a shrug. "If you can make a first try at being a rebel, guess I can take a stab at a radio."

Alice nods, "Okay. And hee. It's not too hard. I just - like someone else around just in case." She shrugs. "I think you'll be good at it. Is noonish okay for you?" She asks.

Henrik nods curtly once. "Noon will do." He considers something silently for a moment, before letting the thought pass unspoken.

"I will have tea and rebellion ready then," Alice promises. She is making a bit of a light at her own job. But she takes a deep breath. "Is it strange- that while I am afraid, I have gotten used to all of this?" She admits with a faint smile.

Her first answer is a rare thing: at the talk of 'tea and rebellion' Henrik snorts once in a short, head-shaking bit of laughter. "No, madame. Its not strange. It just means you're strong enough not to break under the weight of time."

Alice cannot help but smile at that. He does laugh sometimes. "I guess. I am surprised. But there it is, war is full of surprises and things we do not know. Either way, I will have things at noon. Do you want anything besides tea? I usually keep a sandwich or croissant," She pauses.

"Keep the tea," Henrik returns dryly. "Never liked hot leaf-water. Will be back a bit before noon, madame Chevalier. Until then," he mutters in parting.

"Be careful and good luck," She smiles faintly at that. "It was good to see you Monsieur Svensson," She waves after the man, letting him go. She will turn back to her work, felines turning to watch him as he goes.

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