Post by KyferLegs on Jul 15, 2021 2:13:07 GMT -6
The message starts with repetitive feedback, over, and over again loud rings and beeps are flooded into an open channel directed to Weimar. Then an eerie quiet fills the message, a slight hum filling the radio waves as the message strengthens. At this rate anyone working for some Intelligence agency could pick up the message from the Shadow State.
Immediately as it was picked up the dimly lit room in an Abwehr Owned office shook to life, a phone call rang, and a man rushed to the Radio that could transmit the message, he turned up the signal and all they could hear was panting. The voice of a man, he sounded Italian, maybe Slavic. Some of the men bit their nails as one began to scratch details on a report the pen scribbles heard and the clock ticks filling the room as the men listened. Suddenly, a voice in the troubled message was translated.
“Why..?” “Why Mama..?” The men knew the cries through the unknown language alone. The voice panicked and scared, a voice of the young. As the connection was more and more established more voices appeared from the garbled mess. The sounds of panting men and agonizing weeps as the Abwehr Agents could listen helplessly and curiously into the Radio. The most audible thing at this point beside the child's pleas which left the room slowly was a man hitting something, a wall, a box, the Bavarian men listening in couldn’t know. They only listened as he exclaimed “Jebati!” “Jebati!” Jebati…!” Before it turned into a whimper and cry. Suddenly quickly as it started it ended as a shuffle and a bang was heard. Whoever it was picked up the microphone and the mystery man began to speak.
“T-this…” A deep sigh and then words again. “This is message for help. I have been forced in compound and it currently being searched for.” The man stuttered through his sentence before realizing how he could entrench his prize if rescued. “I offer valuable intel on some plan, I do not know of where it comes from in government but I am a deserted, coward.” The man spoke in a Bosninak accent, faint with some Italian. He was attempting to speak in German, it was broken and odd. In other cases this would have been funny to the Bavarians. However, now, they only listened in remorse.
The man huffed, he was thinking on the spot of new words and dialect, fumbling pages could be heard as he continued to speak. “I have family, few other men too. They coming, we need help..” Another page turned as the man stopped talking to take in its information the Abwehr agents assumed.
“I-I am at..” The man stuttered and spoke to himself “Kako da kažem ovo..” He started again after a few more panicked fumbles and page turns. “I am at Split.. We are near coast.” He stopped, realizing this wouldn’t help. The man sighed as another shuffle was heard, he then promptly yelled to the microphone from a distance, “Be return.”
The Agents talked amongst themselves beckoning for him to come back pointlessly. The room full of Bavarian Agents sat quietly, looking at watches and talking amongst themselves in whispers only to be stopped by a loud shutter coming from the signal. It sounded as if the microphone picked up an Earthquake. Right after the Bavarian men glued right back to the radio once more as they hushed each other and took notes again. One of the Agents recognized a sound faintly in the background, silencers. That's when the man returned a few seconds after his steps reappearing once more, this time sounding like running and splashing then his stumbled and slow pace heard before.
Instead of coming to the microphone the man pulled something, a table maybe, whatever it was it squealed against the floor, then stopped. A minute passed as once-more sounds of steps filled the recording microphone, they were loud, alongside the men chattering amongst themselves. Their voices heavy in Serbian accents but also muffled under something, gas masks maybe, or balaclavas. The Agents took notes quickly, marking every detail that they heard or could decipher.
Another unknown voice spoke up, this time the accent unfamiliar to anyone, or atleast to inaudible to understand where it came from nationality wise. The man spoke in Serbian also, slavic words commanding and loud, it was an order.
“Upad!”
The sudden sounds of multiple men entered the room, suddenly the mystery man who started it all, yelled and screamed in pain as an altercation was heard. A few grunts of a Serbian man and a painful cry from the mystery man after. More shuffles were heard as the man started yelling in Serbian this time telling them to let go, that he had family. While they could only listen, a translator began to speak for his coworkers in the room, the Agents quickly picking up pens as they corrected their notes.
The Serbian men laughed as a sudden thud and crash was heard close near the microphone. The gasping mystery man, wheezing, and in pain spoke one last time. This time speaking one phrase, “Black Mountain.” Quickly as he said that a silenced weapon rang out. The Serbian men chatted right after, one even laughing. Then one exclaimed out to them all, their excitement immediately being ruined. “Neko sluљa.”
Quick shuffles were heard as another man yelled down to an unknown area for “them” to hurry and search. Then the sound of another silenced weapon was the final thing heard from the microphone. The signal went to static, then followed by silence.
The Abwher Agents sat there silently, and shocked over the intel they just got. Suddenly, one man got up and took his written notes and started to gather them. One by one he picked them up and went around collecting coworker’s notes also. He clipped them together and stacked them by slamming them against the metal table. He opened the door and went left, down the hall, to the right, and through a green door. Which when inside he yelled “Sir!” to the man sitting at a desk with a small black tag attached to his wood table, “Agenturdirektor.” The Agent saluted and set down the notes and walked out. While Jochim Heinrich confusingly watched the door shut, he grabbed the papers and read, and read. When he was done he sighed and set it in an open drawer next to him. He clasped his hands together and began thinking, what now.
Immediately as it was picked up the dimly lit room in an Abwehr Owned office shook to life, a phone call rang, and a man rushed to the Radio that could transmit the message, he turned up the signal and all they could hear was panting. The voice of a man, he sounded Italian, maybe Slavic. Some of the men bit their nails as one began to scratch details on a report the pen scribbles heard and the clock ticks filling the room as the men listened. Suddenly, a voice in the troubled message was translated.
“Why..?” “Why Mama..?” The men knew the cries through the unknown language alone. The voice panicked and scared, a voice of the young. As the connection was more and more established more voices appeared from the garbled mess. The sounds of panting men and agonizing weeps as the Abwehr Agents could listen helplessly and curiously into the Radio. The most audible thing at this point beside the child's pleas which left the room slowly was a man hitting something, a wall, a box, the Bavarian men listening in couldn’t know. They only listened as he exclaimed “Jebati!” “Jebati!” Jebati…!” Before it turned into a whimper and cry. Suddenly quickly as it started it ended as a shuffle and a bang was heard. Whoever it was picked up the microphone and the mystery man began to speak.
“T-this…” A deep sigh and then words again. “This is message for help. I have been forced in compound and it currently being searched for.” The man stuttered through his sentence before realizing how he could entrench his prize if rescued. “I offer valuable intel on some plan, I do not know of where it comes from in government but I am a deserted, coward.” The man spoke in a Bosninak accent, faint with some Italian. He was attempting to speak in German, it was broken and odd. In other cases this would have been funny to the Bavarians. However, now, they only listened in remorse.
The man huffed, he was thinking on the spot of new words and dialect, fumbling pages could be heard as he continued to speak. “I have family, few other men too. They coming, we need help..” Another page turned as the man stopped talking to take in its information the Abwehr agents assumed.
“I-I am at..” The man stuttered and spoke to himself “Kako da kažem ovo..” He started again after a few more panicked fumbles and page turns. “I am at Split.. We are near coast.” He stopped, realizing this wouldn’t help. The man sighed as another shuffle was heard, he then promptly yelled to the microphone from a distance, “Be return.”
The Agents talked amongst themselves beckoning for him to come back pointlessly. The room full of Bavarian Agents sat quietly, looking at watches and talking amongst themselves in whispers only to be stopped by a loud shutter coming from the signal. It sounded as if the microphone picked up an Earthquake. Right after the Bavarian men glued right back to the radio once more as they hushed each other and took notes again. One of the Agents recognized a sound faintly in the background, silencers. That's when the man returned a few seconds after his steps reappearing once more, this time sounding like running and splashing then his stumbled and slow pace heard before.
Instead of coming to the microphone the man pulled something, a table maybe, whatever it was it squealed against the floor, then stopped. A minute passed as once-more sounds of steps filled the recording microphone, they were loud, alongside the men chattering amongst themselves. Their voices heavy in Serbian accents but also muffled under something, gas masks maybe, or balaclavas. The Agents took notes quickly, marking every detail that they heard or could decipher.
Another unknown voice spoke up, this time the accent unfamiliar to anyone, or atleast to inaudible to understand where it came from nationality wise. The man spoke in Serbian also, slavic words commanding and loud, it was an order.
“Upad!”
The sudden sounds of multiple men entered the room, suddenly the mystery man who started it all, yelled and screamed in pain as an altercation was heard. A few grunts of a Serbian man and a painful cry from the mystery man after. More shuffles were heard as the man started yelling in Serbian this time telling them to let go, that he had family. While they could only listen, a translator began to speak for his coworkers in the room, the Agents quickly picking up pens as they corrected their notes.
The Serbian men laughed as a sudden thud and crash was heard close near the microphone. The gasping mystery man, wheezing, and in pain spoke one last time. This time speaking one phrase, “Black Mountain.” Quickly as he said that a silenced weapon rang out. The Serbian men chatted right after, one even laughing. Then one exclaimed out to them all, their excitement immediately being ruined. “Neko sluљa.”
Quick shuffles were heard as another man yelled down to an unknown area for “them” to hurry and search. Then the sound of another silenced weapon was the final thing heard from the microphone. The signal went to static, then followed by silence.
The Abwher Agents sat there silently, and shocked over the intel they just got. Suddenly, one man got up and took his written notes and started to gather them. One by one he picked them up and went around collecting coworker’s notes also. He clipped them together and stacked them by slamming them against the metal table. He opened the door and went left, down the hall, to the right, and through a green door. Which when inside he yelled “Sir!” to the man sitting at a desk with a small black tag attached to his wood table, “Agenturdirektor.” The Agent saluted and set down the notes and walked out. While Jochim Heinrich confusingly watched the door shut, he grabbed the papers and read, and read. When he was done he sighed and set it in an open drawer next to him. He clasped his hands together and began thinking, what now.