The group wanders off down a small forest path, not really sure where to go. There's been a lot of violence in Gaffburg since the Captain showed up last night, and he doesn't want to stick around for any more.
After hours of walking, Elizabeth and the Captain make camp, and start a fire.
Right now?
No, after you retire to the Old Spies home.
I propose we seat and get a couple hours of sleep. I'll take first watch.
How can you sleep?
Are you making fun of me?
Wouldn't dream of it.
Vaclav's dead, someone's hunting us down, we're in the middle of nowhere, and you want to... Just go to sleep?
Exactly. And I suggest you do the same. Here. Now eat some rations and relax.
What is this? A dinner date?
Listen. This isn't jolly ol' England, or wherever the hell you're from. I give the orders. You follow the orders! Insubordination will be punished!
No, capital! Like Desdemona.
Well, well. Has my lord read Shakespeare or does he merely have problems with women?
Both. And it's time I... Uh oh.
What?
Shh! Look... OK, we see each other. Now what? You seem to be alone there. You can't take us both at once. Want to talk first?
I can't see anything!
He's right there. I saw that branch move.
What if I have a machine gun?
One of us would still get you. Besides, if you were going to shoot, you'd have gotten it over with.
Right you are. Put away your weapons and let's talk.
You're a forester?
Yep.
I didn't know your department was still around.
They shut it down four years ago. But this is a special forest. Papa Goering himself used to hunt here. But when they sent him to the scaffold, nobody cares about the forest anymore. But nobody fired me either. So I just kept doing my job.
This is all very interesting, but what I'd like to know is...
Sorry
What do you want?
I saw smoke, and thought there might be poachers. But you're not.
What are we, then?
This isn't a safe place to talk. The wind from that hill carries your smoke down the valley and onto the road. I smelled your camp a kilometer and a half away. If I did, others could, too.
Why do you care about our safety?
I could use the company. Come. You can rest in my hut. And you can meet two fascinating gentlemen.
Wait! Who are they?
It's Spanish for “desperate person who would kill you as soon as look at you.”
You can decide that for yourself. But if it was a trap, would I have told you they were there?
You're going to help me for no other reason than company?
Company is about the best reason there is, but you don't realize that until you are old. You coming or not?
This might be a trap.
You walk first, old man. I'll walk behind you, so no tricks.
I understand.
What's he saying? Is that German?
It's Yiddish. The lad is Jewish. Moshe, put away your gun.
Who are these people?
I'm not sure. I think they're Russian.
Why did you bring them here?
We just want to talk. Put your gun down.
You're Russian?
I'm Russian. She's American.
A Russian and an American? Together? Kush mir in tokhes!
You speak Yiddish?
No. But I had a Jewish friend from Odessa. So are we going to start shooting, or what?
All right, come on. But no tricks.
Are you really Russian?
Yes.
Where did she come from?
She was working for the man I came here to meet.
Did you meet him?
No. He was killed.
By the Americans?
No. It was an unknown militia, wearing strange uniforms. They looked like SS uniforms, but they were dark blue.
Wait! Dark blue jackets?
I've seen them before.
A year and a half ago Moshe tracked down an SS officer. But he was just too late. The murderer was taken away by troops in dark blue uniforms. They were accompanied by two Americans. Care for some wine?
Just wine?
Sorry, got no vodka. But the wine is good. It's a present from Papa Goering himself.
Oh yes. Of course, if he knew what I was really doing here in the forest he would not be so friendly.
What were you doing?
Helping the enemies of the Reich. Hiding Jews, Left-leaning political figures. An anthropology professor stayed here for two weeks. The poor fellow failed to find proof of an Aryan ancestor. Instead he dug up an ape-like Cro-Magnon skull in Germany. Party leaders had to really pervert evolutionary science to explain it.
So you're an anit-fascist
I'm a human being.
How do you make a living, now that your forestry department is gone?
I do some metalwork. Guns, mostly. Picked up the trade on the battlefield. These are anxious times, so there's plenty of work for a gunsmith who can repair and improve weapons.
Improve them how?
I mount scopes that are perfectly adjusted for precise shots. I install silencers so quiet you won't hear them a room away.
Who buys these wonderful creations?
Maybe later. Nice job deflecting the conversation from my questions. But I do want to know why you need me.
Well, you see...
Looks like it...
All this talk has made me thirsty. Young lady, there's a well in the yard with a bucket. Would you be so kind as to draw us some water?
You think I should get it just because I'm a woman? Get it yourself. You're the host.
Elizabeth, fetch a pail of water. That's an order. Woman.
You moron.
it's not so easy to order wives around.
Looks like I praised you too soon.
Get to the point.
All right. I hardly know where to begin.
If I had to do it over again, I'd never have taken you in. Do you know they're searching for you?
Who?
The Americans. Invading the forest.
Searching for ME?
You know any other Russian around here? I heard some interesting news on the radio.
What?
Last night a US outpost along the highway was attacked. They found shell casings from Russian weapons, and strangely enough, a dead body in Russian uniform.
How could Russians get so far into Germany without being spotted? And why attack some isolated outpost? And why wear a Russian uniform? You think we don't have access to American uniforms and weapons?
Quite a passionate defense. Don't worry lad. I believe you. This reminds me of the hot August night ten years ago when the Nazis claimed that the Poles had attacked our radio station near the border. Turns out they had dressed one prisoner in a polish uniform and shot him. Before dawn we had invaded Poland, and the world was wrenched apart by war. I used to have a wife, two sons, a daughter. All I have left are a daughter-in-law and a grandson in town. I'm sick of the leaders who bear false witness so they can wage war!
I'm really sorry, Grandpa, for all the years I fought your people.
You're pretty sharp for a forester.
Even a forester can keep his eyes open.
Russians don't want war. Especially against a nation with an atomic bomb.
Oh, you're both so clever, helping the poor girl who doesn't know where to go.
Go do something useful. Fetch us a pail of water from the well.
If war is coming, I don't want it to touch me or my loved ones. I'll keep Elizabeth and the boy here, and you make sure they don't hurt the forest.
I can't promise anything, but I'll try and settle it without war. You have my word as an officer.
Thank you, son. Listen, why spend the night in the wet forest? You can stay here.
By the way, how did Moshe get here?
I found him at the edge of the forest last autumn, sick with fever. I nursed him back to health, and he stayed. Why?
By the way, Grandpa, you said there were two desperados here. I can only see that Moshe is pretty desperate, but who's the other one?
That would be Fidel. The Spaniard who taught Karl words like”desperado.”
Fidel? How old is he?
Forty-something.
Slim, with a narrow face, broken nose, and a scar over the right eye?
Sounds scary. By the way, there's no pail out there.
Not that scary. The women usually find him charming.
How do you know him?
Where is he?
How far is the town?
Five hours, if you know the way.
Why?
I think it's my old friend Fidel Sanchez! How long has he been here?
Four months. He's had some problems with Claus, so he hides out here.
Moshe, will you take me to town?
Papa?
All right, take him. Just see to it he doesn't make too much noise there.
Let's go Elizabeth.
Good point... Let me think.
Here, young lady. This outfit belonged to my daughter. Looks like a good fit.
Thank you! Let me get cleaned up.
Don't take your Tommy-guns. Take something you can hide, like a pistol or a knife.
Or nothing. Where am I supposed to hide a holster in here?
A maidel mit a klaidel, eh Moshe! Take a handbag, too.
Elizabeth changes out of her fatigues, and washes up. The Captain takes the time to radio in to HQ
The attackers left dead bodies in Soviet uniform and numerous PPS shells. Please inform me of all other Soviet groups acting in this district. Please let me know of the operation details. Sympathizers detected among the residential population. I'll begin reconnaissance. Over.
Gambit to Rook. Other than you there are no Soviet agents acting in that district. We supspect it was a provocation aimed at increasing tension. You are authorized to work with sympathizers. Gambit over and out.
Ok, let's take a look at Moshe. He's a sniper, but we don't have any scoped weapons for him to use. We're headed into town anyway, so let's try to keep the weapons we bring small and concealable. Moshe comes with an Uzi, a pretty hefty anachronism, but it's a lot of firepower and he can keep it hidden under his jacket so we'll bring it along. The most useful skill Moshe can learn is 'Always Inflict Ranged Criticals', so we'll be working him along that branch of the skill tree. We won't see it till near the end of the game, but it's too useful not to pursue.
Moshe takes a second 9mm magazine for his machine pistol, the wire cutters from The Captain, and a roll of bandages.
Alright, next time we're off to the nearby town of Zeizenburg