Talk:P.A.N.Z.E.R./@comment-10905876-20150927201609/@comment-24142455-20150930013220

As Team B reached the airstrip, several Afrika Korps troops were guarding the entrance, and several fighter jets and bombers were parked there, munitions being transferred about. The surrounding area was fairly fortified, and a few haltracks patrolled the base, along with an outdated, though still in official Service, Panther V.

-Tobruk-

Blazkowicz made his way through the alleys of the street, and quickly grabbed and killed an Afrika Korps soldier, and grabbed his pistol. He made his way up to the top of a building via a fire escape, but began to fall asleep. He quickly sent a message saying he'd be doing some long time observation, and began to doze off....

These dreams are like a message...

''There are fighter jets everywhere! The Iron Cross-''

''The Home Fleet just got destroyed! Contact the admiralty now!''

Goddammit Gordon, we're getting murdered out here!

Listen Fergus, if this mission fails we lose Europe!...

Almost there sir! Just kee- ah!

''Blazko! We're pinned down in the courtyard!''

''OSA Command to AIF High Command, they found it! They found the folder in Berlin!''

Stand by OSA Command

''Go on Captain Blazkowicz..... which one shall I choose....''

Blazkowicz suddenly awoke, and heard gunshots, he looked down and saw a few SF soldiers taking pot shots at a garbage can, he quickly grabbed his assault rifle, and began to make his way back.

-Meanwhile-

Fergus: Welp, I see a few men, talking

Prendergast: I see some also, theres this one skinny guy with a monocole, SF... wait... that's him! The guy we met at Wulfburg!

Fergus: Which one?

Prendergast: The one with Helga.

Fergus: Ah, what about that fat one?

Prendergast: Looks like the one from Paris, but what are they doing here?

Fergus: This ain't right. It was only suppose to be Wusten Rat or whoever he was, get Blazko back here, call him on the radio, get Boekhounder also, it seems like our game has just jumped up a notch.....