Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

A lesser man might have been ecstatic to hear those words. Any other member of the wehrmacht or even the SS would have loved to realize that they had been the one who killed the infamous She-Wolf. But Kristian wasn't that sort of hunter. Her features were nearly arian and quite beautiful beside, with an obvious grasp of the German language, and if Kristian had been any other regular German soldier then she'd likely have had the skill to soundly kill him as quickly as he'd done her in. And maybe if Kristian hadn't seen enough to dissolve his belief, he might have inquired of God why such a woman couldn't be given the grace and opportunity of being born a German in this whole horrid war. They would have made quite a pair the lab-perfected hunter and the passion-driven wolf. Twin shots to the heart finished the job as those last words left her and then the Major retrieved his knife - and her's to take her away from the wall before pulling the tags she wore from around her neck. The Field Marshal and his staff would want proof that the up-and-coming threat had been dealt with. Roza Shanina was her real name and with it she suddenly seemed much less imposing. Of course he knew that there was likely another somewhere around to contend with. Russian snipers had the habit of working together in small teams of two or more. But as Kristian looked around he was met with only the silence of his immediate area and the more distant rumbling of gunfire. He was satisfied that, if her partner wasn't already gone, that the She-Wolf's spotter wasn't about to put a round in his back as he turned to leave. He was kind enough to leave her second tag and, of course, her body for her allies to find later should they sweep through the area again after he had left. Two weeks later The port city of Rostov, Russia The most up-and-coming threat to German troops in Stalingrad is now believed dead and the first small-scale field test of the Jger program is considered a success. In celebration the German high command has arranged for Major Urner to be taken to the German-occupied city of Rostov where a banquet is scheduled in celebration of the dual success. Individuals such as Field Marshal von Manstein , Colonel Lucas Amsel of the Waffen-SS, and others associated with the Jger program are said to be in attendance for the event. Since he had been escorted to his changing room in the back halls of manor where the banquet was being held, Kristian had found himself fussing over the finer points of his uniform at least a dozen times. The thing had been cleaned and prepared without a single coin leaving the Major's pocket as just one minor reward for his duties and had been delivered to him while he'd waited in the room by a young lad who now stood in one corner with the rank markings of a Oberschtze on his own uniform. Of course both of them were equally invested in the medals - such as the Knight's Cross with Oak Leaves - but for different reasons, Kristian imagined. The young soldier behind him was probably picturing a day when local attractive women and powerful figures of the Third Reich would come to see one on his chest among other ribbons and medals. The Major was just trying to figure out if it was straight or if his eyes were merely deceiving him. There was a knock at the door and when Kristian looked back over his shoulder the young lad in the corner snapped to stand just a little bit straighter before moving to answer the door. Standing in the doorway in his own medal-adorned uniform was Colonel Amsel himself Kristian's closest point of human contact during the early stages of the program and the one who had worked to keep him mentally stable and focused throughout all the testing and experimentation. Kristian immediately turned on his heels and joined the Oberschtze in saluting the Colonel - with the Major's being waved away as unnecessary. Now now, Major. The Colonel gave a laugh and a smile, Heroes don't go saluting old fools. Kristian offered a smile of his own as Amsel slapped him on the shoulder, Its good to see you again, Colonel. Damned good, Major. Especially out of that damned lab, eh? Kristian made sure not to give the whole-body flinch he wanted. Instead he gave a small chuckle, Of course, sir. Amsel stepped to stand beside him with an arm across his shoulders, Come then, Major. Plenty of the locals are wanting to see the new face of Germany, eh? Let's go. Then he fished a handful of Reichsmarks from his pocket and presented them to the attending soldier, You're dismissed for the evening, boy. Go see the Major's driver knows when to come around and then enjoy your night. The two left the room and headed for the source of the classical music drifting through the halls.