Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)
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				Title: <strong>Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:25:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Winds howled out in the frigid air of Berlin Germany.&nbsp; The large fort that was positioned just outside of the thriving city.&nbsp; It had been a means to protect their capital from being taken over by enemy lines, but instead it was now a means to protect their leader who was at one of the main government buildings.&nbsp; A light snow already dusted the ground outside the fort, and for the most part the place had been quite for a few weeks now.<br><br>At least that was what she had thought before a light knock had echoed through her private quarters.&nbsp; Elizabeth Sholzel stood before a large fire place that was roaring with a full and healthy fire.&nbsp; The shadows licked at her every feature.&nbsp; In the darkness she appeared the innocent and welcoming beauty that she had once been, but as she turned her face to the bright lights from the hallways hidden behind a steel door one could truly see the hatred that burned in her eyes.&nbsp; Her long auburn hair was twisted in a loose braid, her wide hazel eyes reflecting the red and orange that were licking along the roughened logs that one of the lower soldiers had brought up to her quarters.<br><br>It was nearing the time she was to meet one of her higher commanders.&nbsp; It had been so long since she had been summoned that she had started to wonder what exactly it was that they sought of her.&nbsp; She was a well respected bitch of the army, she was ruthless and hated all those who were opposed to killing those bastards that had caused the deaths of so many of her people.<br><br>She despised the Americans for interfering with the war against the Jews and Gypsies.&nbsp; They were a waste of time, air, and space.&nbsp; She had become to believe that even with the world thriving as it was, she still played it through her mind about what would happen if for some reason they were to be on a limited source of food.&nbsp; They were all thieves, liars and cheats, and she hated them all for that.&nbsp; <br><br>At one point she had been warming and welcoming to all those who had were now the targets.&nbsp; But after her family had been considered traitors for such atrocities as hiding those that were supposed to be at the Concentration Camps.&nbsp; She still could not believe the loss she had suffered when she had heard wind that her father and mother had been suffocated in a gas chamber.&nbsp; And now she blamed those jews that had been so desperate to take her family’s help.<br><br>An hour had passed since she had stirred from the comfort of her soft chair where she had been reading a novel, having been enjoying a couple days off that they had allowed her to take.&nbsp; But now that her two days had come to a close she was about to be filled in to what had happened.&nbsp; Not knowing that they had actually caught somebody lurking in Berlin that was not one of theirs.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teke</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 05:43:17</strong>
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				At that exact moment, a small convoy of cars were entering the base carrying a very important cargo: John Brauer.&nbsp; He was a special operative of the American OSS whose mission was classified to all but those of the highest clearance.&nbsp; Most of the OSS didn't even know that his mission existed, the need for secrecy was so high.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he failed.&nbsp; <br><br>John was a Lieutenant in the Army before the OSS came calling, mostly due to his recent German heritage and excellent German language skills.&nbsp; They trained him in infiltration techniques as well as the best torture resistance they could give him.&nbsp; Little did they know that he would need every tip and trick they gave him.&nbsp; <br><br>John was caught trying to gain entrance into the War Ministry, and his forged papers failed him.&nbsp; He tried talking his way out of it, but the guards were ruthless in their questioning of him, and finally he slipped up.&nbsp; What followed was a short gunfight and then an hour long manhunt through the streets of Berlin.&nbsp; He just never was able to shake his pursuers for long enough to get out of sight permanently.&nbsp; Once caught, he was given a rifle butt to he stomach a couple times, cuffed behind his back and quickly shuffled off to the fort outside the city in the back of a command car.&nbsp; <br><br>They arrived after nightfall and the snow was starting to fall slightly harder now, the wind blowing it into John's face as he was pulled from the car.&nbsp; He was ushered roughly towards the center building of the fort, and led into its depths, finally ending in a small cell with a solid metal door.&nbsp; He had refused to talk up until that point, and planned on refusing everything but his name rank and serial number.&nbsp; They didn't know he was an American soldier yet, but with luck, they would ship him off to a POW camp once they found that out.&nbsp; For now, it was just a waiting game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 04:09:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">When she arrived in the great hall of the large keep, she took in the large amount of people that were sitting there talking urgently.&nbsp; It was obvious that in her two days off she had definitely missed something.&nbsp; Something Big!&nbsp; Her soft auburn eyes examined each commanding officer that stood at the table, whilst the lower commanders stood in the shadows debating amongst themselves.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Ah!&nbsp; Shozel!&nbsp; We were wondering when you were going to grace us with your little presence.”&nbsp; General Knopf stated coldly looking up from the table where he was showing another commander something.<br><br>Her body moved leisurely over to the man, showing little to no respect for him by not saluting as most people would.&nbsp; “Well you did give me the past two days off dearie, so I spent them catching up on my beauty rest.”&nbsp; She smirked, her eyes moving over his lean chest.&nbsp; The two had been lovers for quite some time, and almost everybody knew that they were involved, but nobody dared say a word.<br><br>The lines on his face hardened as he looked at her coldly, a nerve ticking just below his eye as she spoke so inadequately to him.&nbsp; His face twisted in an angered snarl as he straitened and most of the men stepped back from him.&nbsp; “There is no ‘Beauty Rest’ in the Military!”&nbsp; He growled obviously ready to fight one of their most lethal women.&nbsp; “And who are you to tell me what I can do when I have private time?”&nbsp; She snapped jumping from the table to glare up at him, her own face twisting in anger.<br><br>“Your insubordinates has gone on long enough!”&nbsp; He snapped obviously only searching for the respect in front of other generals.&nbsp; “Wat over de andere nacht” She replied coolly in Dutch.&nbsp; <em>What about the other night?</em><br><br>The words hung between them for a long while until finally he stepped back, still obviously seething, but much calmer now.&nbsp; “Show respect from here on in Lieutenant or it will be your head I claim next.”&nbsp; He said calmly.&nbsp; She took a step back and finally looked at the table.&nbsp; “So what is it that you want me for sir?”&nbsp; She asked calmly her fingers tracing along the wood.&nbsp; “We have apprehended an American soldier, and since you are the best Translator we have in this base, you are to interrogate him.”&nbsp; He stated coolly.&nbsp; It was true, she knew just about every language spoken within a thousand miles of the European coast, including Gaelic, French, Dutch, English, Italian, and so many more.&nbsp; She preferred the ancient language that was now dying that was called Latin, but she only devoted so much of her time to that study any more.&nbsp; “Very well, prepare him for the interrogation, I must be briefed on the file that you have made thus far and I’ll continue the interrogation.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teke</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 19:04:41</strong>
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				As that was happening a few floor above him, John was shivering slightly in his cell down in the dungeon of this old fort.&nbsp; They didn't feel the need to heat the cells for the prisoners and on this windy winter night, it got quite cold.&nbsp; John was thinking about how he could have been nice and warm in a train car leaving Berlin at that very moment if he'd just been able to get into the War Ministry.&nbsp; A shame that the forgeries didn't stand up to the harshest of inspections.&nbsp; He didn't have to wait long in his cell, however, as the order to prepare him for interrogation went through the fort quite quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>When he heard the door start to open, John wished that he'd been ready to pounce on the guard come to fetch him, but as it was, he was just sitting on the small cot that was afforded him.&nbsp; The ever present Luger was pointed at him from outside of his cell and he was told to stand and exit the cell.&nbsp; Not having much choice, he raised his hands and stood, walking out of the tiny cell with his eyes constantly looking over the guards and his surroundings, looking for an escape that didn't appear.&nbsp; <br><br>He was led to a slightly larger, but just as dimly lit room at the end of the hall, which held just a lone chair from what he could tell.&nbsp; Who knew what existed in the shadowy far side of the room.&nbsp; John was shoved towards the chair and then pushed down into it, his arms being pulled behind him and handcuffed.&nbsp; Other than that, he wasn't restrained in any way.&nbsp; So, they'd decided to interrogate him immediately, hmm?&nbsp; John started his mental preparation for it, closing his eyes and starting to take deep breaths.&nbsp; He didn't know what they would do to a spy caught trying to get into their military headquarters, but it couldn't be good.&nbsp; And again, he was left alone to sit and wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 04:52:03</strong>
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				Through her years of being with endless military interrogators, she had picked up many of their techniques, and had even formed her own.&nbsp; She was more gentle compared to the men, but she could be cold and ruthless if she didn't get her way.&nbsp; She made offers that normally fell through if they gave her what she wanted.&nbsp; Normally they starved their prisoners, and she offered a good meal for them, some had cracked.&nbsp; But at this point she knew a warm bed would be more welcoming than food.&nbsp; The prisons were so bitter and cold that even she feared going down unless properly dressed, but her interrogation was always done with little clothes on.<br><br>Even now she wore a tight slutty Lieutenant's uniform that fit her body perfectly, the skirt hiked up to her buttocks, the leather boots she wore were laced up over her knees.&nbsp; Her hair was still twisted in a firm bun, but her blood red lips and lush hips gave every man hopes that would never happen.&nbsp; As she stalked down the empty corridors after an hour after her confrontation with Knopf, she knew it would be just her and the prisoner, nobody ever bothered with her, she got what they wanted no matter what it took.<br><br>Slowly she let out a breath before pushing open the door, revealing an older man sitting there looking as though he were ready for death.&nbsp; With a cocky smile the German seductress walked in and slammed the door shut with her boot before walking to him, resting her soft hand on his cheek.&nbsp; "Hallo American."&nbsp; She said softly, her accent thick and barely understandable for him, though she knew she could speak perfect and flawless English, she wanted him to provoke her so she could surprise him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teke</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 06:33:41</strong>
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				John was indeed getting cold just sitting in that interrogation room for an hour with no one coming to him, and he figured that it was just another tactic to keep him off guard for when he really would be questioned.&nbsp; He kept up his mental exercises and was in the middle of one when the door creaked open behind him.&nbsp; John didn't look at who had come in until she spoke, and he immediately was shocked and surprised that someone caught trying to enter the military headquarters would be interrogated by a woman.<br><br>And what a woman she was!&nbsp; If he wasn't a loyal American, he would certainly have been extremely temped by the German walking up behind him, causing an involuntary lick of his lips and a deep swallow as he looked at those brightly polished leather boots and long legs that filled them. Then his eyes followed her curves up to her inviting chest and finally up to those haunting red lips and glaring eyes just before she rested that hand on his cheek, drawing just the slightest of smiles from him.&nbsp; <br><br>Apparently, from her first two words to him, they already knew he was an American, however, and that made him quite nervous as he didn't think they had discovered that yet.&nbsp; He didn't know how they could have.&nbsp; His cover was supposed to be air tight.&nbsp; Of course, his cover was also supposed to get him into the war ministry as well, and that didn't work out so well.<br><br>He responded in German, figuring that she would be better suited for that language given her accent.&nbsp; "Perhaps German would be better for this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 21:13:08</strong>
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				A cocky smile formed along her flawless lips as she slowly ran her hand along his shoulder lightly.&nbsp; When she leaned forward, her lips brushed against his ear.&nbsp; “Actually, any language would be fine with me.”&nbsp; She said in perfect French.&nbsp; She straitened her pose and walked around.&nbsp; “None of my other commanders know that you are American, but I…I can smell your filthy blood from miles away.”&nbsp; She said now in German.&nbsp; She straitened her body and walked around him, withdrawing a revolver that appeared to be brand new.<br><br>She moved to the wall adjacent to him so he could see her full profile, her auburn eyes watching as she slowly withdrew a single bullet and slid it into the chamber.&nbsp; She then spun it and snapped it closed before focusing her attention onto the man.&nbsp; She sat the gun on a small table where other instruments for torture sat.&nbsp; She had no need for that with the mental games she played.&nbsp; Her bright eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as she slowly started her leisurely walk towards this man.<br><br>“So American, do you have a name I can call you by?&nbsp; What rank are you in the Military?”&nbsp; She asked softly.&nbsp; She leaned forward, her eyes holding his.&nbsp; But she knew his eyes would be attracted to the full view of her breasts she was giving him by leaning forward. “What exactly have you been trained to tell us?”&nbsp; She asked softly.&nbsp; Her voice was thick and full of&nbsp; obvious interest as she slowly pulled back, her body straitening as she slowly started to circle him, her nail brushing along his jaw line seductively, her fingers feathering across his shoulders.&nbsp; “I can be sweet just like this, as long as you give me answers commander, but you truly do not want the ultimate price of looking down that barrel.&nbsp; And for ever wrong answer I pull the trigger, and you shall never know if you die.” She explained in flawless German.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teke</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:44:04</strong>
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				John knew that she was playing games with him, but he already found it hard to deal with them as he lips brushed past his ear, he was treated to looks of her in that tight and revealing uniform, and finally to that amazing view down her uniform at those large and perfect breasts.&nbsp; John swallowed deeply as he just sat there, cuffed and&nbsp; seated in the uncomfortable chair.&nbsp; He tried ignoring her sweet tone as she spoke to him, that finger nail running over his chin and then his shoulders.&nbsp; He just stared straight ahead for the most part as she circled him.&nbsp; <br><br>He was wearing a dirtied and ruffed up German commander's uniform, torn slightly from being wrestled to the ground and then hit multiple times.&nbsp; Luckily for him, his face had escaped much punishment and was still rather clean.&nbsp; But yes, she had figured out that he was an American, and no doubt knew that he was part of the OSS.&nbsp; No need for him to confirm that if he didn't need to.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes narrowed on the wall ahead of him as she circled him one more time, this time, asking him the normal direct interrogation questions.&nbsp; And ones that he was required by Geneva to answer.&nbsp; This time, he spoke in English, with a slight Germanic accent which he learned from his parents.&nbsp; "My name is John Brauer.&nbsp; I am a Lieutenant in the Unites States Army."&nbsp; At that, he shut up and sat back in his chair a little bit further, his face hard and ready for whatever was coming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 08:32:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“Well Well The American Knows something after all.”&nbsp; She said happily as she stopped before him, her hands on her hips.&nbsp; She looked over at the door and saw shadows moving on the other side from the crease between the floor and the door.&nbsp; With a soft smile she knew that at least Knopf was standing outside.&nbsp; Probably expecting to share her bed this night.&nbsp; But she knew he would get the coldest shoulder she could muster, but sex was a part of her life now, and probably forever.<br><br>She took a step back and looked the man over, giving him a warm smile.&nbsp; “Now that we have names out of the way, I simply must introduce myself!”&nbsp; She said happily.&nbsp; Elizabeth had only a few chosen names she gave her victims, and most of them were faux unless she knew they were condemned to death.&nbsp; This one on the other hand still posed a threat because they weren’t sure if he had backup near by.&nbsp; “My name is Scarlet.”&nbsp; She said softly.&nbsp; “But please, do associate my name with the blood that you shall spill if you don’t answer me properly.”&nbsp; She said in a low timbre.<br><br>Her body sauntered up to him, her body slowly setting down on the edge of his knee, while her other arm snaked around his shoulder, holding him close as she thought of her next line of questions.&nbsp; “Now Jonathan, could you tell me at least what you were doing here?”&nbsp; She asked softly.&nbsp; “We know it’s this big top secret mission and all, but honey, believe me you, this will be the most beneficial truth you will give me.”&nbsp; She said in low English, her accent more French than German.</span><br><br>((I apologize about the delay, I'm in the middle of a move and transitioning jobs and such so I've been a little chaotic, again I'm sorry :\))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teke</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 16:49:40</strong>
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				John ignored her as she taunted him after his answer, though he did notice that she stared at the door behind him for a little too long.&nbsp; Was someone out there, waiting for him? Who knew?&nbsp; Instead of focusing on that, he just focused on his interrogator, trying to read into her as much as he could, though not finding it easy.&nbsp; At one moment she was cool as a Siberian winter's night, and others she was strangely cheerful.&nbsp; <br><br>Her name was supposedly Scarlet, hmm?&nbsp; It wasn't much of a German name, so he figured that it was a fake name, given mainly to inspire fear, like with that line about spilling blood.&nbsp; Such a thing would be entirely against the Geneva Convention, but since when did that matter to the Germans?&nbsp; He just glared at her as she threatened him with spilling his blood if he didn't answer her, but his face quickly softened as she moved to him and actually sat down on him, making him groan lightly as he was pressed down into the uncomfortable chair.<br><br>His eyes trailed downwards from her face and now was treated to a generous view down her uniform top up close and even allowed himself to swallow deeply as she pulled him even closer to her as she sat in his lap.&nbsp; This was certainly a different kind of interrogation than he was expecting.&nbsp; Still, he owed it to his country and his fellow soldiers to stay as silent as a stone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of War (Teke and Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravensahnk</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 01:35:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">She gave him a sultry pout and finally moved from his lap.&nbsp; “Come now Jonathan!&nbsp; You must understand where I’m coming from.”&nbsp; She said softly.&nbsp; “You are a part of the army, so you know how answers help the other sides, but it also helps those you have come to love.”&nbsp; She whispered softly.&nbsp; “Do you not think that we…have spies as well?&nbsp; It would be all too easy to send, say me, to your home in American and slaughter your entire family, any children, your wife, brothers, sisters, even the family pet.”&nbsp; She said lazily, her hand dropping from his face as she turned away from him, her hips swaying with every move she made.<br><br>Her body walked away from him, her eyes slowly watching the shadow outside.&nbsp; “If you can’t answer that, then tell me <em>why</em> you would choose to put your life at risk, and why you were not with one or two other Americans.”&nbsp; She stated.&nbsp; She turned to face him, her hands moving to her hips as she finally took the chance to move to the small table where the gun and a few other items laid.&nbsp; She quietly slid thin medical gloves over her hands before grabbing a medical scalpel. Just one of the many things she preferred doing to her victims, it was her trade mark, as one would say.<br><br>She stopped short of his form and slowly leaned forward to meet his gaze.&nbsp; “Tell me or you will feel this scalpel carving your flesh from some place on your body.”&nbsp; She said softly.&nbsp; And to emphasize what she said, she gripped the blade and quickly jabbed him in the middle of the hand, causing the dark fluid to ooze slowly from his hand.&nbsp; She quickly pulled it away and watched as the blood slowly dripped down from the blade.&nbsp; “I play no games darling…so give me.”&nbsp; She stated in fluent English now.</span>
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