Talk:P.A.N.Z.E.R./@comment-10905876-20150804005534/@comment-24142455-20150804011719

Blazkowicz: Alright people listen up, get comfy in your uniforms. We're heading to Paris to locate the folders for General Deathshead's compound. Following the death of Helga von Schabbs, the folder is in the hands of Gottlob Berger, you all remember him.

Fergus: The drunk?

Blazkowicz: Correct, now we're heading to Paris, hope your familiar with the rifles. Remember, we are the 17th Squad from the 10th SF heading to Paris. So lets go!

Pilot: Dropping in 3... 2... 1... drop!

The pods rocket downwards, soaring through, Blazkowicz looked at his rifle, and his officer's uniform. A custom made one due to his massive build, the OSA couldn't find any suits that fit him.

The pods slam into the ground outside a small village, and the group exits, gathering ammo and supplies, and soon regroup.

Blazkowicz: Alright people, the convoy picking us up is 5km that way, have your IDs set, ONI was kind enough to kill the ones we are taking place.

Fergus: I hate these masks! Who designed them?

Blazkowicz: Deathshead, now lets go!

The group hiked their way to a rail station where several trucks were waiting. An officer there looked at them.

-In German-

Commander: Hey! You! Get on this truck! We are leaving!

Blazkowicz: Apologies.

The group boarded the truck, and it fired up, and the convoy moved out, just as it started to rain. Behind them was a tank, and in front was the driver, and the rest of the convoy. The driver of the truck was blasting a german music, which annoyed a bit of the group

Prendergast: Hey! Driver! Could you turn down the radio?

Driver: Ja?

Prendergast: I said! Turn down the radio!

Driver: Ja?

Prendergast: Goddammit!

-In English-

Fergus: He can't hear us laddy, no one can, we can speak in English. Lemme close this flap before I get this all wet. Closes the rear flap on the truck Alright its just us in this truck. According to the spooks, its a three hour drive into the city, so who's up for stories?

Prendergast: Got nothing

Wyatt: Boekhounder?