Sorry about my German, I used Google for the translations. If you see any mistakes, German or English, please tell me and I'll fix it as soon as possible. Also, the translations for the German are at the bottom of the story.
Moffitt groaned and opened his eyes slowly, there were strange voices all around him and his head felt like someone was swinging a mallet in it. He closed his eyes again and waited until his head cleared a little bit, Tully! He jerked up ignoring the sudden wave of nausea and tried to stand up, "I do not think that is a good idea, Sergeant." Said an all too familiar voice. A heavy boot was pressed on his chest and forced him back down.
Moffitt turned his head and looked over where Tully was slowly sitting up, "Tully's hurt!" He said shoving the boot off and scrambling over beside Tully.
Several guards pointed their rifles at him and forced him to stand up, Dietrich walked over beside Tully and bent down in front of his face. He was slightly surprised to see the blank stare instead of the usual glare that he always received, "Private, if you do not stop with this trick, I will shoot your Sergeant." He waited for a moment but nothing happened, "I am not joking," he pulled out his pistol and shoved it roughly against Moffitt's skull.
"He wouldn't keep pretending if my life was a risk, he is hurt," Moffitt growled.
Dietrich lowered his pistol and shoved it back in its holster, "I will make sure that he has medical assistance once we get back to my camp." He snapped his fingers and they were put in the back of a truck.
"Hope you're watching, Troy." Thought Moffit as they were driven away.
"Come on Hitch," Troy said, "We gotta follow those trucks."
"Right Sarge," Hitch stomped on the gas and took off after the convoy making sure to stay far enough behind to avoid being seen.
"Kapitän, was ist mit den beiden anderen Ratten?"
"Keine Sorge, ich bin sicher, dass sie nicht zu weit zurückliegen." Dietrich smiled knowingly and sat up straighter.
After traveling for several hours, the truck came to a halt and Moffitt and Tully were led into a small cell. There were two cots and one small barred window looking out onto the desert. The door opened and a man with a small bag came in and sat down beside Tully, "Was scheint das Problem zu sein?"
"Er hat früher auf Kopf geschlagen und scheint jetz nichts mehr um herum zu registrieren." Moffitt replied.
The doctor shone a light in Tully's eyes and then looked at his head, "Ich kahn hier nichts für inn tun, er braucht ein Krankenhaus."
"Ich verstehe, danke."
"Was ist mit dir, bist du verletzt?" The doctor asked. Moffitt shook his head but this movement caused another explosion of pain inside his head, "Hier sind einige Pillen, die bei den Schrerzen helfen."
"Danke."
The doctor gathered his stuff and then exited the small room. Moffitt waited a few minutes and the began examining the room for any possible escape, the window was already too small and plus there were bars on it. The walls were bare and very thick, and the cots were made out metal so he couldn't rip off any wood off for a weapon or something like that.
He sat down opposite Tully and then took one of the pills, "Good thing I fastened that helmet earlier, the last thing we needed is for you to receive another bump." Tully continued to stare at the floor and Moffitt sighed, "I guess you miss home, I know I do. Actually, thinking about it now, you've never actually told me to much about your life before the war." Moffitt stopped as the door was swung open again and the guard stepped in. He held two plates of food and a guard behind him held two tin cups of water.
The one carrying the food sneered, "Essen Sie gut Amerikaner, dies wird Ihre letzte anständige Mahlzeit sein." They marched out and slammed the door behind them.
"Friendly chap," murmured Moffitt. He picked up the plates and sat down beside Tully, faithfully feeding the private until all the food was gone. It was quite a feat, and by the time he was done an hour had passed. "Now, I need you to miraculously get better so you can feed yourself." Joked Moffitt as he lifted a fork-full of cold food, "Not only does my food freeze, but I'm starting to feel like a mother hen."
For a moment, Moffitt thought he was a glimmer of laughter in Tully's eyes, but even as it appeared it was gone. "Schnell! Du verlässt!" They were led back outside and piled into a truck with a few other prisoners, "Streck deine Hände aus!" Moffitt held out his hands and a pair of handcuffs were slapped onto his wrists, he then held out Tully's wrists and the guard slapped handcuffs on him.
"Come on Troy," muttered Moffitt as they pulled away, "Where are you?"
"We gonna break 'em out of there tonight?" Asked Hitch waiting patiently as Troy took another look with the binoculars.
"We may not have that long, look." Hitch looked through the binoculars and saw the truck pulling away with Moffitt and Tully inside.
"What are we waiting for!? Let's go after them!" Hitch exclaimed. He jumped into the jeep and was quickly followed by Troy.
"I do not think you will be going anywhere." Dietrich stepped out and Troy and Hitch found themselves surrounded with guns aimed at them, "Now, step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air." Dietrich ordered. They unwillingly stepped out and Troy clenched his teeth together angrily.
How could he have let Dietrich sneak up on them like that? And with each passing moment, his two men were being carried farther and farther away. "Where was that truck going?" He asked.
Dietrich smirked, "Well, it's not like you're going to escape now that I've got the perfect cell for you, your men are being taken to a POW camp."
"You mean the one about 3 days from here?"
Dietrich clapped his hands, "Very good Sergeant. Yes, that one." Even as they were being taken to their 'perfect' cell, Troy was working a plan in his mind.
The truck carrying the prisoners came to a halt and a large and mean looking man hopped in the back, "I am Captain Fischer!" He bellowed, "I will not hesitate to shoot down any prisoners trying to escape! I will not tolerate any insubordination, if you refuse to follow this, then I will make sure that you regret it! Am I understood!" All the prisoners nodded except Tully, "Did you not hear what I said!?" Fischer yelled.
"He can't answer, " Moffitt growled, "He received a blow to the head and doesn't comprehend anything."
Fischer smiled cruelly. "Really, then let's see if we can jar back his mind." He raised back his fist and then slammed it on the side of Tully's jaw. Tully was knocked back but still didn't give any recognition that he had felt the blow. Moffitt jumped up with his fists clenched but sat back down when a guard brandished the end of his gun at him, "Do not think for a moment that I will give your comrade any special treatment because of his disability, if he does not do what I say, then I will do much worse than a punch." Fischer exited the truck chuckling and signaled for the truck to move on.
1. Captain, what about the other two Rats?
2. Don't worry, I'm sure they're not too far behind.
3. What seems to be the problem?
4. He hit his head earlier and now he doesn't seem to register anything around him.
5. I can not do anything for him here, he needs a hospital.
6. I see, thank you.
7. What about you, are you hurt?
8. Here are some pills, they'll help with the pain.
9. Thank you.
10. Eat well Americans, this will be your last decent meal.
11. Fast! You are leaving.
12. Hold out your hands!