Victor Vasco
September 7,1939 day#7
"Sir, sir? Sir! Put the crowbar down!" "Vhy." "Sir you are under arrest for the murder of two Nazi soldiers." "So" the big brute of a man turned back to the car he was attempting to fix "Sir I need you to ack..." Victor had spun on his heel and, moving surprisingly fast for a man of his size, grabbed the Nazi by the neck and growled "I stay here, you go avay. No more dead. You stay, I under arrest for killing three Nazi. Understand?" The young man in Victor's grasp trembled and nodded an affirmative. Victor released the man and turned back to his automobile. He was not expecting the pain that shot up his leg from his bad knee giving the four Nazi I chance to finally arrest him. It took about five minuets of tussling for the first young to grab a heavy object and bash him over the head, accidentally hitting him in the eye but effectively nocking him out. It took another few minuets to haul him up and chain him in the back of the vehicle. They headed straight for the L.D. Concentration camp
Rocky Rickaby
September 7,1939 day#7
"Form up!" The occupants of the small compound labeled L.D. Formed to a straight line, girls on one side boys on the other.
"Mitz May number 6321?" "Present." came her musical voice
"Calvin McMurry number 6982?" " here." he said 'my cousin has never been much a talker' thought Rocky
"Ivy Pepper number 6217?" "accounted for!" she yelled 'she always had a loud voice'
"Rocky Rickaby number 6250?" "Yeah?" I yelled.
"Prisoners, you have a new companion. Play nice!" Said General Sweet
The gates opened and in walked... A Giant?! This man was a hulk of a man towering over his guards. He looked strong enough to kill both the guards but seemed preoccupied with holding his eye.
"Prisoners, meet Victor Vasco number 6784."