These People Are Not Used To Guns Dogs And Uniforms

Who: Gabriel, Henrik, Kraller
What: The Reich has questions
When: August, 1940

Arras Police (14 4)

Arras being a larger civic center, the police office is of a fair size. A desk faces the door, upon entry, rosters of visitors and schedules organized in loose piles upon it. A telephone occupies one corner, while behind the front area, doors lead to private offices of the higher ranking policemen. The town jail is a large, unsegregated cell, with stout bars painted blue. Deeper into the station is a seperate, more secure cell for particularly troublesome guests. Locked cabinets sit against the westward wall.

It is currently daytime.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Holding Cells

As instructed, one day later- at about midday, Henrik's steps bring the grim foreigner to the doors of the Arras Police station. In his usual curt, accented french, he informs the attendant at the front desk that, "Herr Kraller wished to speak with me."

Kraller is lurking around the police station. Being quite properly and polite to the local cops, but lurking he is. The attendant goes to fetch him and it is not long before Kraller appears, nodding his head shortly to Henrik. "Ah, Herr Svensson. You're on time." He approves of this.

When Kraller's attendant leaves, Gabriel turns from his spot near the front counter and looks toward Henrik, his expression unreadable. Upon Kraller's entry, Gabriel is content to turn toward the German and take his cue from the man.

Henrik regards Kraller and simply nods once in return. He says nothing, and is rude enough that he fails to aknowledge Gabriel upon entry. The figurative ball is in Kraller's court.

Kraller motions a hand toward Gabriel. "Brigadier. Is there somewhere we could speak privately and securely? The dock worker's information may be sensitive, in the wrong hands." Kraller explains this to Gabriel patiently enough. Polite as he is, he clearly sees the policeman as his subordinate in some capacity or another.

Gabriel nods to Kraller in a succinct manner and moves to push aside a small waist-high door. "This way" he says to Henrik, and gestures toward a hallway that leads deeper into the station.

Henrik remains stonefaced at the discussion that goes on between german and frenchman before him. As Gabriel pushes open the half-door and indicates the path, Henrik turns his heavy footfalls down the hallway in the direction the policeman had pointed.

Kraller strolls behind Henrik through the door, though he makes a point to enter before Gabriel. He nods at the policeman shortly, to close it behind him.

Gabriel closes the door, any contempt he may have had carefully hidden behind his own stoic expression, one designed to be the look of a man that takes his duties very seriously. As they move down the hall he speaks once more. "The third door on the left." Apparently expecting Henrik to simply open it. Within is a very simple table with four chairs around it, no windows or decoration.

Henrik glances back over his shoulder at the directions from Gabriel, and then, when no one else is at hand, does indeed open it himself, stepping inside and briefly glancing around the sparely appointed room. Table and four chairs. Henrik's worn boots bear him around the table to draw out and settle into a chair, elbows leaning on the table.

Kraller does not sit. He just paces around the table until he comes to a stop, standing across from Henrik. "First off, herr, I want to commend you for keeping a track on the movement in and out of the docks. Your sheets are most thorough. Unfortunately, simple ledgers are not very illuminating. Have you noticed any suspicious traffic? Any reports of stow-aways?"

Gabriel moves in last, closing the door behind them. Taking his cue from Kraller, he keeps to his feet, hands resting behind his back. Silently he watches the 'guest', his brow furrowed in what could be concentration, as if attempting to discern the truth from what are bound to be Henrik's lies.

"No reports of it," Henrik rumbles in reply. "Hrm. Then again, the only reports we'd hear in arras were if a stowaway snuck into town. Lot of the river traffic is just sending back empty crates to Aubigny. But no way to hide in those. Would be noticed right away." Shoulders rising with a slowly drawn breath, he adds, "Not much traffic now. Suspicious things would be very obvious. Mostly just textiles. No military traffic on river." In spite of what must be a truly imposing circumstance- faced by the law and the face of the occupation, the swede's stoicism remains unshaken thus far.

"Sneaking into town? Perhaps." Kraller ponders that, directing his gaze from Gabriel to Henrik. "It is always a concern. But at present I am more worried about what is trying to go /out/ of this town. Two of our soldiers have been murdered, Herr Svensson. And, as unfortunate a possibility as it may be to confront, it is clear the Englishman responsible had assistance from within this town. Have you not seen anything suspicious at all? Any persons acting out of place. Either at the river or elsewhere."

Gabriel glances at Kraller then for a moment before looking back at Henrik, adding, "Anyone that has left their usual routine, since you are quite adept at tracking such activity, would be useful, Monsieur Svensson."

Henrik's steady blue stare holds on Kraller's as he notes, "Herr, I *am* out of place here. Most french look sideways at me and hurry off," he notes with a short sniff. Gabriel's clarification causes a moment's consideration, and brown brows knitting in thought. "Hrm. Most workers on the waterfront. Less work means they get drunk more. More fights. You probably already knew that.." he concedes to the policeman, before voicing further, "Left routine? The farmer, Langlais. Stopped coming into town. Used to make the trip at least every week. Havn't seen him in near a month."

Kraller nods when Langlais' name comes up. "Yes. I know the name. The engineer, Hauptmann Hasenkamp, said he was most obstinate during the work on the runway." A glint lights in Kraller's eyes. "Perhaps it would do to pay this Langlais' farm a visit. And he is the only one of note to you, Herr Svensson? You have heard nothing of the Englishman? It is not…unusual to hear something only to discount it, not knowing its importance. You need fear no reprisal if there is nothing you've…forgotten to mention to us until this moment. We are all, after all, on the same side."

Gabriel nods to Henrik when he mentions the fighting on the docks, "We've had some problems down there." At the mention of visiting the Langlais farm, he turns to Kraller. "I'll make certain to visit it personally, Untershtermfughrer." The german rank sounds horribly foreign on the Frenchman's tongue, although considering the man's actions thus far, the mild mangling of the word is not likely something he puts a lot of effort into correcting.

"Most I've heard of the Englishman is that a few girls of the town were cutting off pieces of his parachute to make kerchiefs of the silk," Henrik notes, before searching his memory for another moment. "I heard that the dead one got buried in the cemetary. The old War grave grounds." Musing a bit further, he comments, "Men get bored and let thier tongues wag. A few were guessing how a man would try and run, but the best guess the idiots came up with was hiding aboard a truck. Seems like most of the trucks these days are german."

Kraller pays little attention to the mangling of his rank. Or makes a good show of it. "Excellent, Brigadier. I shall arrange to have some of our men accompany you. Oberschutze Ebner is particularly…enthusiastic to see this investigation conclude swiftly." At Henrik's tale he just nods shortly. "Foolishness. But foolishness can be dealt with. Thank you for your information about the Langlais fool, Herr Svensson. I am sure it will prove most…fruitful."

Wonderful. Ebner. Gabriel's heard stories, and is not entirely able to hide a slight flinch at the mention of the Oberschutze, but he nods to the German, "Yes, sir." If there's one thing Gabriel knows, it's discipline. It's probably why they deal with him more often than the other officers. When it seems, however, that the German is done with Henrik, he turns his gaze on the Swede once more, watching the man in silence and waiting for Kraller's… orders.

Henrik shrugs his thick shoulders once, before answering, "Maybe. If nothing else, his farm grows fruits," in his dry effort at a deadpan pun. Briefly he looks aside to Gabriel as the Policeman speaks, before returning his regard to Kraller, and once again conceding the conversational initiative.

Kraller makes a low "Hmph" sound. If he's amused, he's not going to show it. "If nothing else. We thank you again, Herr Svensson. You may go." But first. Kraller reaches into the pockets of his black uniform and withdraws his wallet. A modest amount of German script is withdrawn and slid across the table, to Henrik. Paltry in German terms but, with the franc's value so grossly deflated by the Germans, it'll go a long way. "If you hear anything else of interest, please. Call of me. It is best for everyone if we all…get along."
Gabriel sees the German scrip handed over to Henrik, and turns then to hold the door open for the Swede. Seems like this interrogation is over.

The modest count of deutschmarks is taken up without being counted, folded once, and slipped into a shirt pocket, as Henrik stands to regard Kraller. "Of course its better. The fighting is over." A curt nod to the nazi officer, and he steps around the table to the door that Gabriel holds open.

"Quite so. Over and hopefully done with in the rest of the world soon. Enjoy your day, herr." Kraller's attention leaves Henrik but the German makes no move to go. Instead, his gaze fixes on Gabriel now.

Gabriel can feel that gaze now, and waits for Henrik to leave before closing the door and turning to Kraller. "Sir?"

Henrik steps out into the hall, bootsteps receding with each passing moment.
Henrik has left.

Kraller waits until Henrik is gone, then closes the door. Just him and Gabriel now. "Yes, Brigadier. I have been wanting to speak with you for quite some time. How is your investigation proceeding, on the French end. You know the town far better than we. And, unfortunately, I think some of your people are still intimidated by us." He manages to sound hurt and put-upon at this. Poor misunderstood Nazis.

Gabriel frowns then, shaking his head. "I have questioned the business owners near the disturbance, but many of them were at home due to the curfew." He shakes his head then, frustrated from the lack of findings. "Perhaps this farmer knows something, it would be the place to hide a man from regular sweeps."

"Perhaps." Kraller doesn't allow himself to sound too hopeful yet. "I hope you will keep your eyes and ears open, Brigadier. Major Vogel wants the murderer, or his accomplice, found by the end of the week. And I intend to deliver what the major wants. You are closer to the situation. I am sure you don't want to see any…mistakes made on our part."

"Of course not. I have as much a reputation to uphold as you, Untershturmfurger." Gabriel answers, his posture straightening in what could be indignation, but perhaps is a bit of fear.

Kraller nods. "Of course you do." He fixes his eyes on Gabriel, expression stern. But his face is habitually stern, so it's difficult to tell whether this is unusually so for him. "Have you noticed anything suspicious yourself? As I said, you know these people far better than I. It would best best, I am sure you can see, if this accomplice came forward themselves. With cooperation, leniency might be allowed. Prison, certainly, but it could be seen to they did not die for their crimes."

"People are afraid, and angry." Gabriel frowns then. "These people are not used to guns, dogs, and uniforms. It makes them careful with their words. But, perhaps that will allow those who are afraid to come forward, and bring a murderer to justice."

"War is difficult for us all, Brigadier," Kraller says, tone solemn and commiserating. "But we must put up with the hardship knowing a greater good awaits us. Now, I will not keep you. Good luck with your investigation. I shall keep you apprised of my findings. And, of course, Oberschutze Ebner is at your disposal." Whether Gabriel wants him or not.

Gabriel dips his head in a quick nod. "Thank you, sir." He then looks expectantly to the military man, silently waiting to be dismissed.

"Good day, Brigadier. Heil Hitler," Kraller says, brushing past Gabriel to open the room's door and stride out. Which apparently means Gabriel is dismissed.

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