Hawkins shook his head in disbelief.
“Waste of space.” Granger replied as they stood over the twitching body of the SS soldier.
“My God, it stinks!” Granger hissed as he was seen to physically wretch. Hawkins noted that Genevieve’s bullets had done their work. The soldiers' head had been mutilated by their force and there was little left to look at.
“Look at you with your cannon. Where did that come from?” Hawkins spoke out regarding the young woman's pistol which she uncouthly holstered back in her underwear after hitching up her dress offering quite a sight to a wide eyed Hawkins. She looked at him as if to say, 'now you know' and brushed her hair back from her face nonchalantly.
“Jesus!” Granger laughed at the bizarre nature of the situation and the dark horse that was the once timid local girl.
A soft moan of discomfort reminded Hawkins that the German trapped beneath the truck demanded his attention. Perhaps with thoughtful interrogation, it might be revealed just what was going on here.
CHAPTER 13
Hawkins took to his haunches to look beneath the truck where two white eyes stared back at him. The Commando studied the man for a moment, looking into his eyes to read his intentions. The German was in no position to be aggressive; his right leg was caught underneath the thick rubbery tyre and pushed down into the soft verge.
“If I free you, you are going to behave aren't you?” Hawkins said calmly. He was after all in control of this man's destiny. The German remained silent, he breathed heavily, clearly in a fair amount of pain.
“You are going to free him?” Hawkins heard Genevieve pipe up from behind. Getting to his feet to address her, he first looked at Granger who turned the corners of his mouth down in a look of indifference.
“What would you have me do?” Hawkins asked his French companion. She calmly walked over and crouched down to take a good look at the soldier who stared back at her.
“Put a bullet in it.” She replied casually.
“She's full of heart this one.” Granger laughed as Genevieve never failed to surprise. Hawkins shook his head in disbelief.
“I'm a soldier, not an executioner. Anyway, George is my superior and I only take orders from him.”
“Now I see why you have lost the war.” She replied with a cutting edge that belied her youthful charms. Ignoring her, Hawkins turned to Granger.
“George, this could be a good chance to interrogate and find out what's what.”
“I'm with you on this one mate.” Granger replied looking over to Genevieve and smiling sarcastically.
With great effort and cunning, the two Brits shifted the weight of the truck so that the wheel lifted a little and the German soldier was pulled free from the vehicle. Hawkins clutched the big man under the armpits and dragged him clear stumbling along the way. The German, who was a tall muscular man in his late forties with cropped blonde hair, was immediately grateful yet cautious in his manner. He bore a long grey overcoat and looked battle hardened, dishevelled and tired. His face was disfigured along his right cheek and he began to tend to his leg which was causing him some pain. It was of course, still dark and in the flickering light of the fire which still burned from the truck, the soldier looked rather noble to Hawkins despite his dress.
“Holy shit John, Take a look at his insignia.” Granger whispered pointing out the tunic underneath the long grey coat which hung from his bulk. Hawkins lifted the coat with the muzzle of his gun and dropped it off his broad shoulders revealing the most distinguished of military honours.
“Colonel. We bagged a big one here, mate.” George jested.
“Enough honours to put this guy quite a way up the chain of command.” Hawkins replied as he looked to the German's array of ribbons then to his colleagues. Genevieve raised her eyebrows as if to say, 'you wanted my opinion and you got it'.
“Name, Rank.” Granger barked. The German
“Waste of space.” Granger replied as they stood over the twitching body of the SS soldier.
“My God, it stinks!” Granger hissed as he was seen to physically wretch. Hawkins noted that Genevieve’s bullets had done their work. The soldiers' head had been mutilated by their force and there was little left to look at.
“Look at you with your cannon. Where did that come from?” Hawkins spoke out regarding the young woman's pistol which she uncouthly holstered back in her underwear after hitching up her dress offering quite a sight to a wide eyed Hawkins. She looked at him as if to say, 'now you know' and brushed her hair back from her face nonchalantly.
“Jesus!” Granger laughed at the bizarre nature of the situation and the dark horse that was the once timid local girl.
A soft moan of discomfort reminded Hawkins that the German trapped beneath the truck demanded his attention. Perhaps with thoughtful interrogation, it might be revealed just what was going on here.
CHAPTER 13
Hawkins took to his haunches to look beneath the truck where two white eyes stared back at him. The Commando studied the man for a moment, looking into his eyes to read his intentions. The German was in no position to be aggressive; his right leg was caught underneath the thick rubbery tyre and pushed down into the soft verge.
“If I free you, you are going to behave aren't you?” Hawkins said calmly. He was after all in control of this man's destiny. The German remained silent, he breathed heavily, clearly in a fair amount of pain.
“You are going to free him?” Hawkins heard Genevieve pipe up from behind. Getting to his feet to address her, he first looked at Granger who turned the corners of his mouth down in a look of indifference.
“What would you have me do?” Hawkins asked his French companion. She calmly walked over and crouched down to take a good look at the soldier who stared back at her.
“Put a bullet in it.” She replied casually.
“She's full of heart this one.” Granger laughed as Genevieve never failed to surprise. Hawkins shook his head in disbelief.
“I'm a soldier, not an executioner. Anyway, George is my superior and I only take orders from him.”
“Now I see why you have lost the war.” She replied with a cutting edge that belied her youthful charms. Ignoring her, Hawkins turned to Granger.
“George, this could be a good chance to interrogate and find out what's what.”
“I'm with you on this one mate.” Granger replied looking over to Genevieve and smiling sarcastically.
With great effort and cunning, the two Brits shifted the weight of the truck so that the wheel lifted a little and the German soldier was pulled free from the vehicle. Hawkins clutched the big man under the armpits and dragged him clear stumbling along the way. The German, who was a tall muscular man in his late forties with cropped blonde hair, was immediately grateful yet cautious in his manner. He bore a long grey overcoat and looked battle hardened, dishevelled and tired. His face was disfigured along his right cheek and he began to tend to his leg which was causing him some pain. It was of course, still dark and in the flickering light of the fire which still burned from the truck, the soldier looked rather noble to Hawkins despite his dress.
“Holy shit John, Take a look at his insignia.” Granger whispered pointing out the tunic underneath the long grey coat which hung from his bulk. Hawkins lifted the coat with the muzzle of his gun and dropped it off his broad shoulders revealing the most distinguished of military honours.
“Colonel. We bagged a big one here, mate.” George jested.
“Enough honours to put this guy quite a way up the chain of command.” Hawkins replied as he looked to the German's array of ribbons then to his colleagues. Genevieve raised her eyebrows as if to say, 'you wanted my opinion and you got it'.
“Name, Rank.” Granger barked. The German
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