Troy storms back to the tent and almost runs down Silberblatt who serves as the first night watch. "Sergeant Troy?", Jakob asks with concern, as he can make out the man's facial expression speaking of dread, worry and urgency. "We need to wake the others right now. You'd better stay here with the boy", the American Sergeant growls and moves past the Lieutenant who whispers urgently: "Please do this silently! Don't wake Ari! He'll panic." Troy stops short and scowls at him. "Okay. You wake your friend and Hitch, I'll take care of Moffit, Tully and Gotty." Silberblatt nods and follows him inside to help the American Sergeant.
In the pale light of the electric torch, Hans' face looks even more haggard and drawn than during the day. Jakob feels a pang of guilt that he has to wake him up, when his friend would desperately need to get some sleep and rest, but he is the commander of this unit and would neither wish to be left out nor hesitate for a single moment to join them, as soon as he gets wind of what is happening. "Hans, waak op!", the Jewish Lieutenant speaks quietly, before squeezing his friend's left shoulder gently. Dietrich wakes with a start and a moan, as his instinct to sit up and defend himself induces an immediate spike of pain in his right shoulder. "Ik bün dat, Jakob", his friend speaks calmly, as he sees the German Captain's still unfocused, sleepy gaze trying to make out his face. "Jakob, wat is los?", Hans asks groggily, as he looks around with worry, trying to discern what is happening. "Sam Troy came back, looking really worried and told me to help him wake you all", Silberblatt switches to English once assured that his friend is awake and aware of his surroundings.
"You'll never understand how the chain of command works, will you, Jakob?", Dietrich asks with dry irony, as he pushes himself into a sitting position with a groan. "Huh?", Jakob looks so utterly confused that the German officer decides to spare him further comments about how a Lieutenant outranks a Sergeant and starts looking for his boots, as he mutters sarcastically: "Why do I even bother to take these off?" Jakob smiles, as he whispers back: "Because your parents have brought you up to become a civilised individual, Hans." Then, he turns to wake up Hitch. Too proud to call him back and ask for help to get into his shirt sleeve, Hans Dietrich struggles on his own with clenched jaws, until Moffit addresses him with aloof British politeness: "May I help you, Captain?" Swallowing his pride in the light of his aching shoulder, the German officer mutters: "You may, Doctor... Thank you." While Moffit also helps him into his jacket sleeve without any further comment and also lends the younger officer his hand to help him to his feet, the Captain inquires quietly: "What's going on, Moffit? Why did Troy wake us all?" "All I understood was Anubis, ritual, 'in camp'. He wasn't 100% coherent", Jack Moffit tells him with some concern, as he helps the lean young man to fasten his belt. "When is he ever?", the German Captain asks dryly, trying to hide his discomfort at the close proximity of the Brit and his frustration with his own inability to properly use his arm behind sarcasm. "Don't let him hear you, when he is actually coherent, Captain!", Jack comments equally dryly.
"I'm telling you, those guys were speaking some ritual, prayer to their weird gods, whatever?", Troy tells them, once they have all stepped outside the tent. Jack notices with concern that the American looks clearly distraught, as the rest of the team gathers around him. "What are you talking about, Troy? I know you have your prejudices against British snobbism and humor, but praying to weird gods takes it a bit far", Dietrich snaps with sarcasm, slightly indignant at having been woken so suddenly after getting hardly any sleep and then having to listen to such nonsense. "The Brits, those strange students, they did something, said something... I don't know. You're the clever guys, you and Moffit, Captain. I only can just tell you that I heard them say 'Anubis' clearly", Sam Troy argues. "I remember that one from your lecture in the evening." "Lecture?", Jack inquires incredulously. "You listened to a lecture from him but not from me?" It does not take too much electric torchlight to see that the British scholar looks actually hurt and angry. "I needed someone to give me some information on that mumbo jumbo now. And you'd run off with your new British friends", Troy's tone moves from apologetic to accusatory. "I've gathered information among the Brits in agreement with our Captain", Jack growls, crossing his arms in front of his chest, as he glares at Troy. "That is correct", the German officer confirms. "In a sense this was the prestep for our investigation." Troy stares at both of them incredulously, before he implores accusatorily: "You're just arranging such things behind my back?" "You made it perfectly clear that you wanted to have nothing to do with our investigations, I believe your words were 'not tomorrow, not ever'. Why exactly are you annoyed that we respect your wish, Sergeant?", the Captain inquires sarcastically. "So what was it that you recognized from the ritual you heard that you considered so dangerous?", Jack inquires more seriously. "I heard ... Anubis ... Pharao ... underworld, I don't know... it was just disturbing and uncanny. People shouldn't be messing with such stuff." Dietrich sighs and exchanges an exasperated gaze with Jack Moffit who looks no less distraught. "Let's check this out!", the German Captain declares sternly.
Gotty and Hitch bear mirrored expressions of worry and concern, while Tully Pettigrew is the only one of them who keeps the outward impression of not being affected at all by the strange events. The two youngest members of the Rats look to the German Captain for reassurance which he provides in the form of sparing them several reassuring words and walking among his men with proud diligence in spite of his injuries and his own worries which he keeps hidden behind a stern professional mask. Troy leads their way toward the Brits' tent, after having armed himself at their Jeep along with the rest of the group. Only Hans Dietrich forgoes to take an automatic gun, since using his right arm is not an option. Tully has picked up two grenades, when the German officer has admonished him with sarcasm: "Act cautiously with these in camp! We need not meet the God of the Underworld and his trusted guide of the souls sooner than necessary." Looking briefly baffled, the Kentuckian has replied with a grin: "Will do, Cap." Raising his eyebrows in a slightly doubtful expression, the lean Captain has only sighed wearily. "I hope so, Private."
The British soldiers who have helped to erect the tents for the students and the Professor with his assistant have chosen to place them in between the British camp part and the sickbay to provide protection for the civilians and a quick option for treatment of the sick. As they will move camp tomorrow, nobody has been bothered by the rather narrow gap between the tents with several ropes providing traps for stumbling in the dark. The tent of the British students is quiet and dark. "It was here I swear it", Troy whispers quietly, but vehemently when Dietrich furrows his eyebrows. "No ritual is happening now", Moffit assesses. "Let's see whether they are still inside. Pettigrew, Gottschlich, Hitchcock, secure the sides and the rear! Sergeants, we go in at the front", the Captain orders sternly and not even Troy resists or argues for once. As the three younger soldiers disappear around the tent's sides, the German officer looks on his watch and leaves them 20 seconds of time, before signaling to Troy and Moffit to enter.
As Troy pushes the tent flap open rather roughly, several men jump up from their field beds. In the light of his and Moffit's torch, they can make out nine beds with six and three of them clustered together. Dietrich steps inside smoothly, following the two Sergeants, and scans the room with an intense gaze. His brief statement of "Good evening, gentlemen" does nothing to calm down the men in the tent, as many sit up and a few even get out of their beds. Several of the Brits start squirming under the stern German Captain's intense gaze measuring each of them and two of the men he knows completely avert their eyes with worried and guilty expressions. Seeing the two, the lean officer notices immediately that their traumatised friend is missing. "Where is Mister Hendrick? Have they kept him in the sickbay?", Captain Dietrich inquires with a carefully controlled tone. "He...", Yates starts out and falters, before trying again, "he went to sickbay. He didn't feel well." Every instinct of him is screaming now that there is much more to this statement. "Please elaborate, Mister Yates", the German Captain states with a sharp command tone that Troy might have resisted, but the young British scholar has no chance of disobeying. "He was worried all evening. You were there, Sergeant Moffit, during the dinner", Yates explains with a pleading tone and Jack nods curtly in confirmation. "What happened then?", Dietrich inquires in a tone that starts to betray his growing annoyance and impatience. Yates winces at the sharp question, obviously afraid of the German officer. "Oliver, Mister Hendrick, wanted to check Mister Harper's things. The ritual haunted him all afternoon. He said he needed to know what it said. He... we looked through Jonathan's notes to find something there. But they was even more... disturbing." Dietrich frowns now and exchanges a long glance with Moffit who looks equally worried.
Troy meanwhile stalks the tent with the ferocious gaze of a panther stalking its prey. The young British archaeologists shrink back in fear from him, who is the most aggressive of the soldiers present. "Just take the damned notes and whatever other stuff you need as evidence, Captain Sherlock! But I swear to you I heard some stuff spoken out loud", the American Sergeant bellows. A young Brit whimpers at his tone and bites his lip to keep quiet when the dreaded Sergeant steps in front of him with a suspicious glare and his raised gun. "What recitation did Sergeant Troy hear, Mister Yates, Mister Sterling?", Dietrich inquires now with the tone of a lurking predator hidden underneath his cool and polite professional stance. "I don't know...", Yates starts. "Don't you dare lie to me!", the German Captain barks with his temper flaring openly and Yates flinches at the tone. Sterling has started trembling with fear and draws a brownish sheet of paper out from under his mattress, that he holds out to the German Captain with a vividly shaking hand. "Please don't shoot us!", the young man whimpers. "We're neither criminals nor murderers", the tall officer growls angrily, as he takes the sheet of paper.
Looking more closely at the sheet, he recognizes it as being made not of modern paper but rough papyrus paper and the young German stares at it with puzzlement for a few moments, before handing it to Moffit. "I believe this is your field of expertise, Doctor." Jack Moffit takes the offered sheet of paper with clear curiosity, scans the lines silently with his eyes, before stating: "I fear my ancient Egyptian has become a bit too rusty for providing you with a translation right away, Captain. But I can recognize the hieroglyphs for Anubis several times." "You can read this fluently?", Dietrich inquires with a more moderate tone and looks at the two young men before him. "Yes, Captain Dietrich", Yates tells him more calmly than before. "Then, I would greatly appreciate, if you would provide us with such a translation", the German officer tells him politely, but Troy and Moffit still notice his lurking undertone. The Captain has always been a dangerous man, when setting one of his traps and waiting for his victims to fall for it. Yates however seems to relax somewhat at the polite tone, not realizing the danger, as he provides his translation:
"Heed our call, Anubis, Guardian of the Dead, reveal thy form, let thy presence be spread!
O, Anubis, Master of Secrets, Ruler of the Underworld, guide us through the shadows, your wisdom unfurl!
Pharaoh of Amenti, Weigher of Souls, embrace our plea, make our spirits whole!
O, Anubis, Protector, Guide and Divine, descend from the heavens, let thy light shine"
Through the darkness, we seek your guidance true, unveil thyself, Anubis, we implore you!
Hail to thee, Anpu, Neb-ta-djeser, our hearts yearn for thy presence, ever so dear."
"That's it", Troy shouts. "That's the mumbo jumbo I heard." "That's indeed mumbo jumbo", Jack Moffit states dryly. "Anubis was not considered the ruler of the underworld after the first dynasties of the old kingdom and referred to as 'Lord of the Sacred Lands' or 'Ruler of the Nine Bows'. The actual ruler of the underworld was Osiris from the Middle kingdom onward, while Anubis was merely the protector and guide of the dead souls and weigher of the hearts. But the most obvious is the titulation 'Pharaoh of Amenti'. Khenti Amentiu is another jackal god which merged with Anubis and Osiris during the Old Kingdom, was never invoked directly in formal offerings and surely not mixed with Anubis. There never was a 'Pharaoh of Amenti'. This text uses phrases and formulations which are made to sound like an invocation and religious text, but it cannot be authentic, as no Egyptian priest would ever have uttered such blasphemous nonsense", the Cambridge scholar enjoys applying his best lecture tone to admonish the dimwitted gullible young fools from Oxford who have fallen for such a trap. While the first part might be explicable by the text's age, the second is not. Dietrich scowls, while Troy has stopped listening in the middle of the second sentence and settled for glaring in an intimidating manner at the young Brits.
"So this ritual text is a fake then", the German Captain states cautiously. "Indeed, Captain. That much is for sure. No self-respecting Egyptian would ever have uttered such nonsense", Moffit confirms. Yates and Sterling look quite dumbfounded and shaken, obviously unawares until now that the text has not been authentic. "But... Jonathan... he performed the ritual... drank the jackal's blood", Yates stutters, losing some of his remaining coherence as well. "The rabies infection was definitely affecting his mind", the tall young officer tells him sternly. "What interests me is where he has gotten this fake text from." "I honestly don't know. I swear it, Captain", the British student pleads with him and Dietrich actually believes him, as he looks far too scared to dare lie to him right now. Another young Brit, squirming under Troy's glare, squeaks out with a panicked tone: "I heard Jonathan speak with Doctor Martin. Please don't shoot me!" The last part is whimpered with a panicked look at the American Sergeant who has never lowered his machine gun. "Troy!", Dietrich admonishes coolly. "Lower the gun, Sergeant!" Very reluctantly, Sam Troy complies, realizing that there exists no urgent need for keeping his gun trained on the already scared, compliant and unarmed civilians.
The German officer observes the interaction calmly and asks in a controlled and moderate tone: "When did you hear that, Mister...?" "Ryan, Sir. Harry Ryan", the young Brit moves closer to the officer who has just saved him from the scary Yankee soldier and obviously can keep the man under control. "I heard Jonathan mention that Doctor Martin has checked his sources and provided him with additional research material, including a papyrus referring to Anubis." The Captain is about to ask further questions, when a loud scream makes everybody in the tent wince and look around frantically. "Moffit, secure the evidence and keep the suspects under control!", Dietrich commands sternly. "Troy, come with me!" Both exit quickly and are already met by Tully and Gotty. "We left Hitch to keep an eye on the back of the tent and their Professor's tent", Pettigrew reports to the German who nods contently. "Excellent. That was one of the nurses from the sickbay", the young officer declares with clear worry in his tone. "We're going there now!"
"If that damned blood drinking pervert did anything to them, I'm gonna kill him!", Troy vows grimly. "Sergeant, refrain from murdering civilians, if possible!", Dietrich admonishes sternly. "The same goes for you two. We check the situation first, then try to end this without killing anyone, before you turn to your ... usual measures." Troy glares at him, but nods grimly, Tully shrugs then nods in confirmation of the order, while Gottschlich salutes. Letting Gotty and Tully enter first to secure the area, while Troy checks the surroundings of the tent, Dietrich follows behind his men. This time he has drawn his own Colt as well and keeps the weapon ready to aim it at the sign of a threat. The situation before them has Gottschlich and even Pettigrew look at him briefly with worry and in desperate expectation of a command telling them how to proceed. Oliver Hendrick with a pallid face and sweat running down from his forehead, holds a scalpel in his right hand which he points threateningly in the direction of the shocked looking nurse O'Donnell.
"Drop that scalpel now, Mister Hendrick!", Dietrich demands sternly. "No ... no... you have to shoot me!", the Brit protests with a shaking voice, barely able to keep pointing the blade at his hostage. "We won't be your means for committing suicide", the tall Captain counters sternly, but with a calm tone. "Let Nurse O'Donnell go and we offer you any means of medical treatment!" Hendrick shakes his head, looking more desperate than ever. "How would that help me? You said yourself that rabies is a death sentence, Captain. I don't want to end like Jonathan and I don't want to infect anyone. Please, just kill me!" The two soldiers now exchange worried and hesitant glances, as the German continues his negotiations: "We're soldiers, not murderers, Mister Hendricks. And it's not clear whether you actually were infected with rabies." Hendricks starts crying now and his hand with the knife is trembling so obviously that Deirdre looks at the Captain with worry. Giving the hand signal to 'attack' to Tully and Gotty who have inconspicuously moved closer triggers a short struggle that ends with Hendrick disarmed by the Japanese descended American Corporal and in the tight grip of both soldiers within fifteen seconds.
The nurse has fled toward the German officer, as soon as the fight has started, holding onto his forearm with a tight, slightly panicked grip and pressing her forehead into his good shoulder, as quiet sobs wrack her body. "Lieutenant O'Donnell. You're safe. It's over", Dietrich tries to reassure her by speaking in a calm manner and fighting to keep his own pain from the strain on his shoulder out of his voice. When Deirdre becomes aware whose shoulder she is currently crying on and grasping his arm desperately, she blushes and withdraws her hands immediately, taking a step backwards, as she whispers: "I'm sorry, Captain." The tall German officer observes her with clear worry and concern visible in his brown eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Lieutenant, but should get some rest. This was a shock for you as well." Deirdre avoids looking him in the eyes, as tears start to stream down her face again. Lisa Hartigan in her nightgown quickly comes running to her aid and leads her away, whispering soothingly to her friend. Meanwhule Troy has silently stepped behind him and already observed for the last minute how Tully and Gotty have brought the Brit under their control and Deirdre's interaction with Dietrich. "I'm right behind you, Captain ", he mutters grimly in reassurance for the young German officer.
Nodding in acknowledgment of the words, the tall German officer turns toward Hendrick with a thunderous expression that has the young archaeologist whimper with fear. "You'd better provide a good explanation for that nonsense, right now, Mister Hendrick!", the young officer growls menacingly. Sam Troy takes position next to the Captain with an equally menacing scowl, never lowering his gun pointed at the Brit. "I'm going to die, slowly and painfully. The disease will eat away my mind first and then when I'm reduced to a mere beast I'm going to die of thirst. I'm condemned, Captain Dietrich", Hendrick whimpers, crying openly now. "Please. Have the mercy with me you had with Jonathan and just shoot me. I'm begging you." Dietrich exchanges a worried look with Sam Troy, then makes a visible effort to rein in his temper and speak in a calm and reassuring tone: "You are not diagnosed with rabies, you have no symptoms yet, unless you lied to us. Don't throw away your life out of fear of what might be, Mister Hendrick!" Seeing the young man's averted gaze, the German Captain demands sternly: "Look at me, when I'm talking to you!" Hendrick slowly looks up to meet the lean officer's straight gaze. "Scaring our nurses who have already suffered enough in the last few days helps nobody, least of all yourself, Mister Hendrick. I want your solemn vow that you will not attempt anything like that again." Snivelling, the Brit stares as astounded at the German Captain, as do his own men. "You can't be serious, Dietrich?", Troy growls "Letting that murderous, blood drinking devil worshipper go just because he gave his word." Dietrich looks unperturbed. "I recall to have done the same with enemy soldiers who have admittedly killed dozens of my men, even under the threat of being convicted for treason. Look at him, Troy! Hendrick has never killed anybody and no actual intention to do so. He wanted to force our hands to kill him." The German Captain's reasonable and emphatic argument makes Troy wonder, just when they have originally fallen through the looking glass. Dietrich has always been the moraliser and more hesitant to kill in a non-combat situation. But that Sam himself would ask to just shoot an unarmed civilian out of fear of what exactly? Almost scared of his own twisted thoughts and logic which have led him there, Troy growls: "Suit yourself, Captain." Hendrick is shaking so badly from his sobs that he would have collapsed, if Tully and Gotty would not hold him in place between them. "I... swear it... I won't harm anyone... I never wanted to... I'm so sorry." Dietrich admonishes him sternly: "You'd better provide your apology to nurse O'Donnell, is soon as she can bear to listen to you, Mister Hendrick!"
James Boggs, accompanied by almost a dozen American soldiers enters the tent with a rather disheveled looking Doctor Andrews in a lightcoloured pyjama following in his wake. "What is going on here?", the American Captain asks incredulously. "That's what I'd like to know as well. Yankee rowdies, keeping men from sleeping in the sickbay at night!", Major Bracken scolds from the officer's ward. "The situation is under control. The hostage, nurse O'Donnell, has not been harmed and is taken care of", Hans Dietrich summarises concisely. Boggs looks incredulous, shifting his gaze from the German Captain to the grim looking Sergeant Troy to the two Rat Patrol soldiers and finally the young British civilian held tightly by them. "A bit more information would be preferable, Captain Dietrich." "Yes. But this is not the appropriate place to provide it", the lean young officer replies sternly. "What about him, Cap?", Tully inquires, pointing at the Brit. "Your word, Hendrick!", Dietrich demands. "I swear to you, Captain. I won't harm anyone!", the young man pledges emphatically. "Including yourself!", the German officer orders sternly. "Release him, Private, Corporal!" Hendrick drops to his knees and is still shaking violently, though not as badly as before. "You'd better check on your nurse, Doctor Andrews. Lieutenant O'Donnell appeared extremely distressed", Dietrich suggests with a tone that betrays his worry. "I'll do that immediately. Thank you so much for being here so quickly and ending this without bloodshed", Andrews tells the young German officer who he considers a true improvement over many of the Lieutenants of the camp who would have shot the man and possibly his nurse first and asked questions later. "Well done, Captain. You're gonna replace Hitch as the nurses' shoulder to cry on quickly, if you continue like that", Troy comments from behind. "Don't you dare question my honor by comparing me to Hitchcock, Troy!", Dietrich snarls angrily. With the stress of the situation relieved, his pain and wracked nerves need some way to vent.
"Captain Dietrich", Boggs reins in his younger colleague's temper with his stern reprimand. "You're undoubtedly an officer and gentleman. Please try to behave like that." Blushing slightly at the reminder of his inappropriate behaviour, the German Captain mutters: "Forgive me, Captain." That the younger officer is a well-bred individual helps Boggs to call him back to the path of reason and appropriate behaviour rather quickly, unlike Sergeant Troy who is entirely Dietrich's problem now. "Accompany this gentleman back to his tent and help calm the situation here!", Boggs addresses his men. While four stay behind in the sickbay and two escort Hendrick, the rest follows the two Captains and the Rats to Boggs' office tent. "Sergeant Troy has heard suspicious mutterings from the British students' tent and warned us to investigate...", Dietrich starts his report and Troy is quite grateful to have him, the master of dodging his superiors' suspicion, around to come up with such an excellent wording for the mumbo jumbo he would have struggled to explain to Boggs.
"Didn't I tell you to only start your investigation tomorrow, Captain Dietrich?", the American Captain asks wearily after the German officer has finished his report. "I was already fast asleep, when Sergeant Troy decided to haul us all out of our beds", the proud young Captain growls angrily. "And it was for the best that he did so, as not only did those Brits try to steal and hide evidence, but also might nurse O'Donnell and Oliver Hendrick have been injured or killed otherwise." Troy who has scowled at the first statement smiles content after the second one which Dietrich provides with true conviction. The German is nothing if not reliable to stand by his men and his principles without budging. "I didn't mean to accuse or offend you", Boggs tries to calm his second in command, before the proud man stops seeing reason, as his wounded pride gets the better of him. Moffit and Hitchcock interrupt the standoff, when they enter with several books, folders with documents and a satchel, the young Private is carrying. "The collected evidence for tomorrow's investigation. I secured it as ordered, before something could have been destroyed. When Mr. Hendrick came and explained what had happened, I ordered Hitch to help me and bring everything here." Dietrich nods contently and answers, "Excellent. Thank you, Sergeant", before Boggs has even fully grasped the connection of their arrival to the previous report.
"May we retreat for the night, Captain Boggs?", the lean German inquires matter-of-factually, standing at attention and keeping his proud demeanour. James Boggs appears briefly baffled by the request, before remembering that the younger officer has been dragged out of bed just like everyone else and although he keeps his proper military stance with the diligence that the American has found to be typical for the German officer, the dark rims under his eyes and haggard cheeks speak of the younger man's own exhaustion who has been through enough on this day already. "Of course. We will leave tomorrow at noon after your Arab traders have arrived to leave everyone time to rest and prepare. Report after breakfast to my office at 0800 to plan the training for the tank operators. Good night, Captain Dietrich." Clicking his heels, the German salutes sharply with his left, before wishing "Good night, Captain."
Hitch and Moffit leave the deposited evidence behind and follow the rest of their unit back to the tent where Jakob Silberblatt is sitting on Ari's cot and calming the distraught boy who appears close to panicking until he sees the others return with his brother in the lead. "Hans!", the boy shouts and jumps out of bed, before Jakob can even consider stopping him. The German Captain crouches and bears the boy's hug in spite of his aching shoulder protesting vehemently against the strain. "Ari, you should go back to bed", he tells the boy who still assures himself that his caregiver is alive and well by feeling his physical presence and listening to his heartbeat. "I was worried", Ari mutters, sniffing quietly. "I'm fine. Nobody was injured or killed. You can go back to bed and sleep safely. We will all take care of you and protect you", Hans assures the boy in a calm tone. "Sure, we will", Troy confirms, putting down his gun and finally looking more relaxed than the whole evening. "Yeah, Ari. We'll look out for you, like a real pack", Hitch confirms with a smile. Dietrich glares at the Private for unnecessarily fostering the wolf pack theme, but finally gets up to guide Ari back to his bed. "Go back to sleep, Ari. Look at Fritz! He could even sleep through all this", the German Captain points out, smiling bemusedly at the little dog that still snores quietly, curled up under his cot. "Will you stay here?", the child wants to know. "Of course. I want to sleep as well", the young officer tells him with a tired smile.
Taking off his boots, the lean German decides to save himself the trouble of struggling out of his jacket and shirt, as he is shivering slightly from the cold he feels more intensely in his tired state. "You have to tell me what happened, Hans, but only tomorrow", Jakob tells his friend whom he observes with slight concern. "Sure, Jakob. Good night. Don't touch anything on the ground before checking!", Dietrich tells him with slight irony, as he lies down. If he has to visit the sickbay one more time tonight, someone will have to pay for this...