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			"There were many Americans. And then upon taking out the Americans the zombies were upon us, we had no chance sir," Katja said softly. "I barely made it out with me life. A few moments longer and I would've joined my men in their open grave." Katja looked over at Günter, her eyes making an attempt to persuade him to help her out. Her long blonde hair had been torn from it's usual tight bun, falling round her shoulders. Covering in blood. She then looked back at Jürgen. She was good at getting what she wanted. And she always made it a point to get it by whatever means necessary. She bit her lip lightly, cringing as she did so. Forgetting she'd busted her lip in the previous fight.
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</blockquote><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>"And you stand here before me? Why hav'nt given your life like your brother's and sister's have for the Father Land?... Cowards are no better than damned Jews!.."</i> <b>Jürgen responded with a growl as he pulled his Mauser pistol from it's holster and aimed down his sights at her. He couldnt care of her aryian heritage or SS status, he expected everyone who served under home to sacrifice everything for the fatherland. Afterall in the past he had shot his own soldiers for cowardice, when the Russians began their advance from Stalingrad he shot anyone who retreated and those left behind were left at the mercy of the CX-43 that was used in the area without warning.<br/>
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Günter however saw things differently, he stood up from his seat his large build with the flamthrower tank still on his back blocked Jürgen sight of Katja. As he removed the large tank filled with petrol and tar he turned to face Jürgen.</b> <i>"Mein Herr, we have more pressing matter at hand.. these Americans she speaks off are still in the area.. shouldnt we deal with them first?.."</i> <b>Günter pleaded to his superior as respectfully as he possibly could, after all he had witnessed Jürgen rage at first hand many times and had often been Jürgen's intsrument of destruction. With another growled Jürgen holstered his pistol and sat back down in his seat.</b> <i>"Grab a weapon and lead my men to the yanky dogs!.."</i> <b>Jürgen order with a idle wave toward the half tracks that followed behind his kubelwagen. Meanwhile the SS troops were all stood ready in the surrounding perimeter waiting for further orders.<br/>
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Günter now climbing out of the Kubelwagen, his place being taken by one of the halftrack's drivers. Günter then lifted two STG 44 Assualt Rifle's from the kubelwagen before approaching Katja, he then handed her one of the guns and then his trench coat that would surely be too big for her. Günter's short sleeved black SS shirt was now visible as were his strong arms.</b> <i>"Lets move out..."</i> <b>Günter said as he awaited Katja to lead the way. Jürgen shook his head before climbing out of the kubelwagen with his back to Günter and Katja as he reached into his coat to retrieve a silver SS ciggerette tin that had been specially modified for a one handed man like himself. With a spring action button lock the tin popped open to reveal four expensive ciggerettes with golden filters. With a gentle press with another finger the tin's inner tray arched slightly makeing the ciggerettes easilly accessable as he brought the tin to his mouth and gently gripped one with his lips before placeing the tin back inside his jacket. This was soon followed by a golden SS lighter that he used to light his ciggerette as his eyes scanned the soldiers standing around him.</b> <i>"Well what are you all waiting for?.. find the americans!.."</i></span>