Meeting of the Minds (Hans/Bridget/Nazi officers)

[OBERFUHRER DIEDRICH EDSELVINE]

Oberfuhrer Edselvine was certainly younger in comparison to his Nazi colleagues. His hair had not yet started to go gray and it remained a boyish yellow, which made him a picture perfect application of the Aryan. Blond, strong features, and bold. Often times, the leaders of the Hitler Youth program would have the boys visit Diedrich and he would tell them that they too, could rise in rank as fast as he did if they were steadfast in their cemented beliefs.

It would lead to a cheer of "Heil Hitler" and then the boys would have their pictures taken with Diedrich, and maybe have him sign some stuff for their doting mothers who thought that Diedrich was hot to trot. The young men's morale would be high, and Edselvine could feel accomplished for helping the soldiers of tomorrow be better than the soldiers of today.

Diedrich wanted to speak to Adolf himself, but learned that the fuhrer was not in the office today but off at another propaganda meeting galumphing with Eva Braun. Mmm... That Eva Braun was something else, he wish he could have the grand dame to himself! But he'd certainly be shot on sight if he tried such a thing with Hitler's secret babe.

He gathered his thoughts about the upcoming meeting with Colonel Landa. Diedrich thought earnestly that Landa should be an Oberfuhrer like himself, as he had done so much to help rid of the evil jew. However, the proper authorities hadn't sanctioned him yet, and if this meeting went well, he thought he'd put in a good word for Hans with the Obergruppenführer.

Besides, he didn't want the telltale gaze from the old man that clearly said 'why are you an oberfuhrer, and I am not?' It wasn't fair, but there was a lot of things within the party that wasn't fair by any means of the word.

Senior Colonel Edselvine had thirty minutes to meet with Colonel Landa before the Hitler Youths were scheduled for a visit. That would give him plenty of time to state his agenda and check in on the officer that arguably was more intelligent than himself. It was always a meeting of the minds when the two got together, and the smaller officers knew to leave them be.

Besides the boys, the Hitler Youth girls were also coming for a visit, as Bridget Von Hammersmark was going to pay an appearance as well. He was looking forward to it. He knew she was a stunner and a fine specimen of German blood. Perhaps he could have her in the back room...?

Diedrich decided against it as the rumors would fly and it would tarnish his reputation for in front of the fuhrer, and he was definitely one of Hitler's golden boys, so to speak.

He made a quick call to his own headquarters, Camp Aufman, to make sure everything was running smoothly with his absence. The feminine voice of his second in command, Brutina Dolfus, was firm in saying that everything was fine. He never doubted Brutina, she was a pure bred German, like himself. However, many of his senior officers looked down on him for having a woman in charge.

Diedrich joked time and time again she's the only person he would ever trust to truly help Aufman.

After the phone call, he gathered his papers, and went to the large round table and sat at the front, waiting for Colonel Landa to appear.

[COLONEL HANS LANDA]

Charmed as he was, Colonel Hans Landa was not in the proper state of mind to be dealing with the female who was currently situated in his lap, laughing at all the inappropriate times and sloshing her glass of red wine all over his fine, white shirt. However, he would just have to endure this if there was ever a chance of him getting the information that he needed out of the French woman. Usually he was pleased to have a woman in his lap, but this one was a little more than annoying and he just didn't have the patience with her; not when he was supposed to be meeting with the Oberfuhrer in just around thirty five minutes. Landa glanced at his pocket watch, ignoring the woman. Thirty minutes. "Please, woman. You are obsolete!" The colonel informed her in a rather undignified way, his antagonistic behaviourism shining more than before.

The woman looked horrified, but Landa remained passive; his usual expressionless face... well, expressionless as he looked at the horrified woman and began to stand up from the chair they had been seated in, with blatant disregard for the woman's safety and feelings. "I do not wish to partake in such frivolities!" Landa's tone was indignant as he stood up too his full height, smoothed out his shirt and looked down at the woman, eyes blazing. "Now, please, make yourself scare before," He trailed off from his sentence, noticing, out of the corner of his eye, that the tender whom he'd spoken with moments earlier, weilded a gun. It was aimed right at his head. Landa shook his head and tutted, moving carefully around the woman and to the tender. "I'd advise against that, if I were you." Landa removed his gun from his holster and held it up, aiming at the man's testicles. "Now, how about we resolve this little scuffle with a tall glass of milk, yahre?" He raised his eyebrows and let out a small, girly giggle.

The guns were put down and Landa helped the woman off of the floor, he dusted her off; hands roaming to places... What? Even though he wished to be rid of this woman for the night, didn't mean to say that he couldn't... touch her. The woman rushed off just as the tender brought out a glass of milk. "Ah, merci beaucoup!" Landa smiled brightly and took the milk, he downed half the glass in one gulp and lifted his hand to wipe the milk-tache off of his upper lip; his gun still in his hand and the finger still on the trigger. "This, this is very nice milk." Downing the remainder of the milk, Landa brushed away the milk-tache once more and accidentally pressed his finger against the trigger - the gun went off, hitting the tender square in the forehead with a .30 bullet. "Oh dear."

Landa dropped the glass and fled from the place; he now had less than ten minutes to get to the German base before his meeting with the Oberfuhrer. He would have to quicken his pace if he wanted to make it. Ignoring everything and everyone, Landa darted around a couple of corners, skipped over a dog, almost ran into a French officer and eventually arrived at camp. Pushing his way through the doors, Landa removed his hat from his head and began to walk at a normal pace. "Ah! Diedrich, my boy!" He called, entering the room where the young Oberfuhrer was seated at a round table. "How are you yielding, son?" He asked, moving around the table and stopping next to the man, his gun still in his hand.

note; HAH, wow.

[BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK]

there must be some kind of way out of here, said the joker to the priest

[/color]Bridget Von Hammersmark took a deep bretah. She had a busy day ahead of her and she needed to look her absolute best. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Her dress was a bit low cut without being trashy but it was still revealing enough that if in the right poition she could distract someone. Her lips were rouged and her hair looked perfect. After looking hereslf over one more time, she smiled. Perfect.

She stepped outside of her hotel and into the sunlight. It was an absolutely beautiful day out but instead of spending it outside where it was nice and sunny, she'd be stuck inside doing what she did best, acting. She hailed a cab and hopped in. She told the driver where to go and sank back into her seat, closing her green eyes. This was no ordinary acting gig. She was going into enemy territory now and one wrong move and she wuld be killed for being a traitor.

The cab pulled up in front of her destination and she gingerly stepped out after paying the driver. She was in the right place. She had passed it many times before. Nazi headquarters where today she'd be speaking to a Hitler Youth group about how wundervoll the Fuhrer was and how evil the Jews were. If going against her beliefs weren't bad enough, she'd be surrounded by Nazis who if anything went wrong would bring her in for questioning for sure. Taking another deep breath she slowly walked up to the building and opened the door.

Putting on her best smile she entered the main lobby. She was supposed to meet with Col. Lander before she spoke with the children. He wanted to go over what it was she was going to say to ensure that the little ones were properly enlightened or some crap like that. Her plan was to get him to drink a bit and then pry him for some information. She walked up to a secretary. "Could you tell me where Col. Lander is?" she asked in German with her sweetest smile. The woman pointed her towards her destination and she took off.

It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for. In fact there was Col. Lander himself talking to some man she'd never seen before. She tried to stay out of sight and see if she could hear what they were saying. Hopefully, he hadn't spotted her yet.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Words: 410
Tagged: Hans and Diedrich
Notes: I almost pissed myself after raeding about Hans jumping over the dog! xD
Lyrics: All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix

[OBERFUHRER DIEDRICH EDSELVINE]

Diedrich was busy scribbling a signature onto one of his many papers when Hans Landa blasted through the door like it was nobody's business. He gave the proper greeting to the older underling, but remained fully business-like. His charm wasn't coming out, but why not? It must be something serious...

"Hello Colonel Landa," he spoke in perfect German, "I am doing quite fine, a jew that has been causing some Nazis some trouble back at my camp was just caught."

His grin was pure evil. Satan dripped from his lips. Everyone knew that Diedrich liked torture, but not too many people said anything about it out loud. It was like his dirty little secret, but to the Nazis, it wasn't super dirty, just a regular occurrence. Some collateral.

Diedrich knew that Brutina was holding the special jew at Aufman, awaiting his return, keeping him in 'good spirits' with 'good food' and 'good friendship', at least that was the official press release for the German people to see. He tapped his pen on his paper and set it down, leaning back in his chair.

At least Landa knew proper customs and didn't sit down until the Senior Colonel had told him to. Some Nazi officers dared sit down without him offering a chair, which quickly brought out his hidden personality: complete and utter anger. He did Hitler proud down to the smallest customs.

"Have a seat, Colonel, I just have a few things to discuss with you before we meet with the Hitler Youth," his grin dispersed once more, replaced by an expression of complacency.

Although intelligent and observant, he had to be if he was a Senior Colonel ascending the Nazi ranks quickly, he did not notice the presence of the beautiful Bridget waiting outside of the door.

He wondered what the good Colonel had accomplished since the last time a senior officer had checked in on him. Usually, a higher up would do the job, but he asked if he could this time around, as he had other business he wanted to pass by Hans as well. It was business that other Nazi commanders of concentration camps wouldn't dare try, but Diedrich desired more fame and more power, and what he was about to say could provide fame for both of them...

Honestly, if Hans went against it, he wasn't going to hold that against him by any means, he had other things up his sleeve to get more famous and earn more of Hitler's favor. Many, many more sinister ideas... But they lay in wait to see what the Colonel would say.

[COLONEL HANS LANDA]

What a to-do, or something like that. Hans studied the faces of the German's in front of him, daring each and everyone of them to challenge him in one way or another. He gripped his hat tightly in his hands and looked back over at Diedrich, watching him scribbled across the paper for a moment and listening to his words before nodding slightly and ignoring the proper greeting that each German was supposed to give to another.

"That is good to know, Diedrich." Out of polite-ness, Hans nodded his head in recognition of good work and removed his hat from under the perch of his armpit, placing it on the table in front of him and slowly working his fingers out of his white gloves. The younger German's continued to dare him to take a seat before being asked, or told to take a seat. Hans eyed them with certain disdain, pursing his lips together and tilting his head slightly to one side.

"Of course." The Jew Hunter pulled out one of the chairs from underneath the table and sat himself down next to Diedrich, placing his hands underneath the seat to pull himself closer to the table. "Please, take your time; I am just admiring the German's." Hans spoke quietly, unaware of the impeding intrusion from a female German, just outside the door.

Her voice, however, did not remain unheard. Shaking his head in distaste, Hans quickly got to his feet, pushing the chair backwards across the floor and straightening out his jacket. Bridget Vonhammerskmark was a wolf in sheep's clothing; he would see what she wanted with him. "One moment, please." Hans whispered in Diedrich's ear, picking up his hat and placing it on his head, moving swiftly across the floor to the door he'd entered.

Bridget looked as though she were trying to stay out of sight - this amused Hans immensely, why would she bother to stay out of sight? Carefully, he moved over to where she was and casually leant against the wall.

"Tell me, dear Bridget; how is it that you remain out of sight from eyes, yet you do not from the ears." Hans spoke softly, a smirk crossed his weathered features as he looked at her, directly. "If you were trying to hide, you wouldn't have spoken as loudly as you had; I heard you from this room, when you were in the other. Now, you can either tell me what it is that you want with me, or you leave this building... or, I could feed you to one of those young German's in the room I just exited. What will it be?"

note; lol.

[BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK]

there must be some kind of way out of here, said the joker to the priest

[/color]Bridget strained to hear what the two men were saying but as they entered the office, their converstaion was lost. "Damn." she whispered to herself. She didn't wsnt to chance getting caught by trying to get closer to them and eavesdrop that way but she also had no other option.

She took a step from behind her wall and froze. Someobody was coming. Quickly she ducked back behind the wall and lights herself a ciggarette. She figured that if she were smoking she would look more natural. She herad a voice and looked up from her ciggarette and smiled. "Was I really that loud? I'm sorry, dear Hans!" she said warmly. The Colonel did not seem very pleased to see her so she might as well play her part as best as she could being as she fucked up.

She fake blushed and grinned once more. "I hope I had my dates right! You see Colonel, I was under the impression that we were meeting today to discuss my speech for the Hitler Youth visit." she began, "When I arrived I saw you with that other man and I figured I'd stay out of your way and wait my turn to see you.". She fake blushed again, and pretended to be all embarassed "I truely am sorry that I dissrupted you. I really am." she said with a small pout.

As good of an actress as she was, she always was under the impression that Hans Landa could see right through her facade and it made her very nervous. He was one Nazi that she just couldn't afford to fuck up in front of. One false move and he'd lock her up for sure. She walked away from the wall and tried to act as natural as possible. "Dear Hans, please tell me that we were supposed to meet today. I'd feel like such a fool if I messed up!" she aske dhim, stepping a bit closer to the colonel and giving him her best smile. She really prayed that she was doing a god job because with landa she could never tell.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Words: 350
Tagged: Hans and Diedrich
Notes: Baha! Bridget is really trying hard this time!
Lyrics: All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix

[OBERFUHRER DIEDRICH EDSELVINE]

When the Colonel excused himself, Edselvine thought nothing of it. There was always business to attend to, besides Hans Landa's mind was always on, it was an active radar, constantly refreshing to view the current threat. He was a God of sniffing out intrigue, just about as good as his own Brutina Dolfus.

"Very well," Edselvine told him as the officer left the room.

He wondered if it would be polite to ask the Colonel what he had to do. It was his business, considering he was a higher ranking officer than Landa. Besides, if it was something important, he should know about it to report to his own superiors. But in the meantime, he shuffled through his papers, marking his signature a couple of times on the paper.

Most of the papers were for death warrants for various enemies caught snooping around Camp Aufman. Most decisions could be made by Brutina while he was away, but there were some that required his extra supervision. It was only natural that death warrant papers would end up on his desk in France, since still some of his officers hadn't accepted that Brutina was running Camp Aufman without him.

Edselvine thought he heard a female voice as well as Landa's voice outside of the door. How strange. His mind danced with possibilities. Was the fine Bridget Von Hammersmark actually here? Could it be Landa's wife... if he even had one? Bah, it didn't matter. Hans was a big boy and could handle his own affairs, arguably better than Diedrich.

If the officer took any longer, he would check up on him, though. The Hitler Youth were waiting and he did not want to be rude to the boys and girls that had waited likely more than a year to meet high ranking officials that they were trying to become themselves.

His paper business was finished, so now it was a matter of waiting for Landa. His mind remembered he had two parties to attend soon... one, a party for himself, and another... a masked ball of some sort. Those propaganda officials were sure thinking of new ways to keep up appearances for the famous people of the Nazi party. He was looking forward to it... It would give him a chance to talk to the women and catch up with old times. He hadn't been able to do that for a long time.