Thread: Operation Valkyrie is now in effect [Shibby + Blue]

Colonel, Hitler is alive. No, he isn't. I saw the bomb. He's alive, sir Communications have been cut off. Colonel, the coup has failed. Silence. Evacuate immediately. Gather all that you can and report to the emergency checkpoint. This couldn't be happening- the plan was flawless, how could it fail? They had secured dozens of districts and Berlin was theirs? what had made it gone wrong? But then again, this was a plot with military action. Something always went wrong. Werner's eyes narrowed as a frown crossed his features. He was vaguely aware of the organized chaos as his fellow traitors packed away as much as they could before leaving the office in a heartbeat. There was no doubt in his heart that every person here would not defect from the pact of secrecy they had made? however, that did not stop his fear for their lives- most of which, Stauffenberg. It didn't take much brainpower to understand that when it came to rebel groups, you've got to cut off the head? not the insignificant appendages. He began to stuff as much of the papers into his briefcase as possible, remaining behind as the rest of the group vanished into the twilight in order to reach the safehouse they prayed they wouldn't need to use. He could feel his face flush in anger and humiliation- forced to scatter like frightened mice from a fire. It was a major blow to the ego and the only way he could manage to stomach such a cowardly departure was the fact that they were only doing it to fight another day- to destroy the Fuhrer and save Germany? and such would be impossible if they remained and allowed themselves to be killed. When he knew he could not wait any longer nor put any more data into his messenger pack, Werner finally allowed himself to leave the office, the last to leave besides Stauffenberg. They caught up with the rest of their core crew- Beck and company- and it was there that they met their first physical confrontation. Well, fuck. The hallway they were in didn't provide decent coverage and they were outnumbered two or three to one- and oh, god. Stauffenberg was shot in his good arm. There were no words. Just action. Haeften took the gun from Claus, knowing that it was useless in the man's hand by now and gave the colonel a small push to make sure that he was as far back into the nook as possible, making sure that he was no longer in the line of fire. The lieutenant used both guns to snipe out enough so that the others were able to break through the lines. A clear pathway. Werner snatched the front of Stauffenburg's jacket and began to tow him as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure if the colonel's body was in shock from the combination of the bullet and the new stress of their situation- but he wasn't willing to risk and find out. Knowing that being spotted would mean fatal consequences, the second lieutenant weaved his way out of the building and through the back alleys of the streets. The soldier clutched onto the bag and Claus as if they were his life and within a half hour, he managed to run his way to the outskirts of the city, undetected. The man could have sworn he heard orders shouted from the SS and at least two scuffles break out but he couldn't afford to look back twice. It wasn't until he reached the safety of the woods that he allowed themselves a quick break. He could feel his heart pound so loudly within him, it made it difficult to swallow. He spared himself a minute to catch his breath before trudging onwards to the once-abandoned shelter, hidden deep within the woods. It was only a temporary fix, he knew it would be impossible to hide so many people in one location for long? especially with the most powerful forces in Germany after every one of them. Another hour passed by the time they had finally reached the shelter. He disconnected one of the tripwires to allow Stauffenberg and himself access without any sort of injury and hooked it back up once he was safely within the perimeter. He pushed through the door, almost feeling the tenseness in the air from the other occupants of the room. However, there was a unanimous sigh of relief when they saw that they were one of their own. Werner couldn't help but frown as he scanned over the room. A little less than a quarter of their number had made it safely into this shelter. However, that was beyond his control. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he finally let go of Stauffenberg, realizing that he had been dragging the man along for some time now and didn't even pause to make sure the poor man was in decent health... but it was understandble, right? After all, it wasn't like he could pull out a medical kit in the middle of a raid. He took off his messenger bag, placing it down on a rickety, wooden table before letting his gaze shift to their colonel. How is your wound, sir?