The Mission

"Grab it! Grab the jaysus thing and I’ll pull you up!" Irish shouts to the woman. He prepares to dig his heel into this platform and pull the woman up with him.

The platform begins lowering as Dan cranks the hand winch.

Three rounds to lower it, one if Irish and Dan work hard together.

Cursing at the machine pistol, Sabine kneels and pulls out her pistol while she waits for the platform to lower...

Swann pulls one of the Stielhandgranates and lobs it in the direction of the Nazi camp. He doubts it'll get anyone but confusion and a little fear may slow them down.

Give 'er a roll, James. 5d6.
Stielhandgranate 24: (Throwing), Close range, 5 Area, Stun, Munition

"Fuck!" Irish grumbles, as the woman refuses the rope, and so he scrambles to the contraption, and starts helping to lower the platform. He looks up at the hole above while he does so, expecting to see faces at any moment.

Dan leans over and tries to help them both up, especially Sabine who looks a little pale to him. When he sees that with her injured arm, a rope climb would be impossible, he helps Irish crank the pulley to lower the platform all the way down. Even though they didn't have the luxury of time, there was no choice. Swann's diversion would at least buy them some valuable minutes if not kill a few of the enemy.

"Come on, Crank 'er as fast as we can."

James lights up the night with concussive force, blasting the Nazi to smithereens.

Irish and Dan get the platform down and Sabine and James climb on, then you all start to winch your way up. It rises above each of anyone's on the ground before a soldier gets to you.

Below you, the camp soldiers are checking the perimeter, and one yells a query at the four of you on the platform.

(In German) <"Where is the attack coming from?">

Her voice low, so that only her companions can hear, Sabine says, "One of you! Point to the west, away from 'ere, and repeat what I say! Carefully!"

Then, in German, she says, "Von dort aus dorthin!" A pause, and then, "Sie haben sich einfach geduckt!" And finally, "Beeilen Sie sich und holen Sie sie sich!"

Irish clears his throat and repeats:

"Van dort aus dorthin! Sie haben sick fucks geduckt.

Be Eileen, sie sick und hole sick sick sick!"

He points authoritatively to the west!

After puzzling through Irish's slurred speech, the lieutenant quickly orders the Nazi soldiers into two groups, sending them in flanking positions around where Irish has pointed.

He then checks the load in his luger and calls up, (In German) <" Who all is that up there?">

You've winched halfway to the zeppelin, and it's tough work.

"What the fuck is he saying now?" Irish asks the Sister. "Should just drop a grenade on the bastard’s head and be done with it!"

"You could but instead, save your energy to get this motherfucking platform up to the balloon, will ya?"

Dan is panting with the exertion but hopeful that the diversion will work long enough to make it up the rest of the way. As luck would have it, the Nazis seem to have fallen for the man's attempt at their language.

"Keep pulling!" the former nun says hoarsely. "And answer them, they want our names! Say Schultz! And Haas! And... and Müller, and Bergmann!"

"We're going as fast as we can!" Dan turns toward the direction of the Germans and shouts, "Schultz! I hope that sounded Germanish."

"Und House!" Irish calls after, keeping the ruse up, as they drag their way skyward!