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"Yes, beg. Beg me to spare her. Oh, and by the way you threw yourself at him, I'd assume the one with the Flame Thrower was your brother...yes, I enjoyed killing him greatly. Such a beautiful explosion." Johaan said, a smirk on his face.
"My name is Koenig, Johaan Koenig. You know, I always feel its easiest to destroy your enemy when they know you on a personal level. Unfortunately we don't have time to get into that. Rest assured though, Mr. Barker, I will be seeing you again. However, your wife here...won't" He brought the blade down to her stomach, resting it against her belly.
"Now Lilith, its time to pay for what you tried to do. Unfortunately for him, your husband is the one who is going to have to live with the consequences!" He said, suddenly bringing the blade down and into her stomach, twisting it as he did.
"This will not be over quickly, and you will feel pain...pitty we didn't have more time to get...aquanted. She is very beautiful Mr. Barker, you are very lucky." He chuckled, the last word coated heavily with sarcasm, pulling the blade from her belly.
He wiped the blade on her nurse's uniform before resting it back in its sheath at his boot. He then casually walked over to his fallen Luger, picking it up before walking back over to Erik Barker.
"Well Mr Barker, what do you have to say now? Are you angry? Sad? Do you feel despair? Do you wish to kill me? What is it Mr. Barker, tell me what you feel." Johaan said, this time not laughing. Rather, he had a serious look on his face, as if this question was of the upmost importance.

"Arschloch" Johaan shouted, quickly raising his weapon and firing it at the the soldier.
It was too late, however, and Johaan heard the cries of the older soldiers heading to his position. Quickly he turned back to the American.
"We will meet again Erik Barker, this is not over." He said before ducking out of the tent and sneaking away from the camp.

General Neckif Aus slowly walked back and forth in front of at least ten Jewish prisoners. Lined against the walls were armed soldiers who were in the general's command.

The prisoners were to look forward and stand still. Failure to do this would result in death.

"So... troublemakers. Been enjoying your stay here in my beautiful Camp Majdanek?"

He was walking as he said this, but then came to a stop in front of a worn down woman, who was trying to hold back tears. Neckif stopped in front of her.

"Aw, there there. Don't cry. You're a free woman!"

Right as she looked at him, he took out his Luger and put a bullet between her eyes.

One of the men looked in his direction as he killed the woman. He instantly switched the Luger to his left hand and put a bullet in the man's brain.

As he continued to walk, he dropkicked one of the prisoners. He then turned his back to the group.

"Shoot everyone else."

The other seven were given one shot to the head. Neckif turned around again and looked at the man he just knocked to the ground.

"You..."

He put his gun away and lifted the man up by the neck.

"You think you can plan an escape without me knowing!?"

He slammed the prisoner onto the ground and began stomping on him repeatedly. He then walked away and took out a cigar. He was lighting it as he gave the guards directions.

"Drag him to the incinerator."

Just as he took his first puff, the prisoner shouted out.

"WAIT!"

Neckif turned around and looked at him.

"Please! I have a wife! And kids!"

Neckif stood there with a stern look. He walked up to the prisoner and grabbed him by the shirt, making eye contact with him.

"And where are they?"

"Right here in the camp..."

Suddenly, a friendly smile came upon his face.

"Oh! Well why didn't you say so?"

Neckif dropped the prisoner.

"You see, ... whatever your name is. I may seem like a cruel sadist to all of you... BUT. I do have a soft side."

He looked at the two guards who had been dragging the prisoner to the incinerator.

"Do you know which of the prisoners are his family?"

The guards nodded.

He smiled at the poor man and put his cigar back in his mouth.

"Well then! This is your lucky day!"

He clapped his hands.

The prisoner looked up at Neckif and almost smiled.

"You get to die with your inferior family. That will be all."

The cruel General walked back over to a wall and smoked his cigar. The prisoner's screams of regret were music to his ears.

In the days following June 6th, the Allies had largely captured the beaches, and were moving inward to capture the rest of Normandy and secure a foothold in France. While many lives had been lost in the battle, it was largely a victory for the Allies, as they now had a means of pushing forward into the rest of Europe, and now had an opening in which to push back Nazi Germany and the Axis powers.

Johaan quickly left the beaches, seeing early on they would not hold. He moved farther back into Normandy with a few other companies of men, to secure a small town that would be vital to the allies, if they wanted to move through into the rest of France. They had set up multiple machine gun implacements, artillery, and they even set up anti-air guns within the town. The buildings, he found, were an excelent source of cover for his sniping, and he was able to move through them at ease. He was clearly in his element. Any force attempting to move into the town would be met with machine gun fire, and anyone attempting to land troops from behind would meet resistance from their anti-air defenses. If they met with any armored attack forces, the artillery would demolish them before they could reach the town.The small town had been turned into a fortress, but they knew that an attack would be comming anyway.
Sure enough, they received word that the town would soon come under attack. Apparently the British were working with the Americans in a joint strike agains the town. The Americans would send in ground forces, including infantry and tanks, while the british would perform bombing runs to soften the town up, before landing paratroopers behind the town.
When any normal German would here of this, they would think the Allies foolish. Surely they wouldn't attempt to bomb or land troops while the Anti-Air defenses were up? And sure they wouldn't send in armor while the artillery was running.
When Johaan heard of this he though different. He knew that something was wrong. Of course they wouldn't try those things, which ment that they would attempt to take out the artillery and the air defenses.
Johaan knew, that if anything, they had to save the anti-air turrets. Tanks could still be stopped by infantry, fighters and bombers could not. Quickly he rushed over to the anti air turrets, placed near the center of the town. He set up a sniping position inside the third story windown of what he assumed was an apartment building. He waited there for several hours for what he knew would come, and sure enough it did.
A small task force, sent by the allies to take out the anti-air defenses was sneaking there way toward the turret, just below him. They neared the turret and set up an explosive device on it. He could hear the commanding officer order the grunt next to him to pop a smoke grenade, signalling their mission was a success, and that they could send in the troops. The grunt did so. Unfortunately for them, it was a mistake labeling the mission a success before they blew the charge, as Johaan took advantage of the situation.
Silently, he took aim and opened fire. The first one fell imdiately, a bullet having penetrated his helmet and gone straight through the other side. The others quickly took cover, their eyes scanning the area for the sniper, but never daring to speak or scream, for that would alert the rest of the Germans. The smoke soon rose however, making it impossible for them to see him. Unfortunately for them. he could clearly see their outlines in the smoke from above and took his shots occordingly.
Johaan smiled behind his scope as he killed the second, the third, the forth, and so on. The last one he wounded, shooting him in his leg as the smoke began to dissapate.
Quickly he grabbed his rifle and ran down the stairs of the building, exiting. Immediately he heard an explosion in the distance. He knew that another force, seeing the smoke, had detonated the charge on the artillery.
Silently he crept up on the wounded soldier, who was by now howling in pain. He pulled his knife from its sheath on his boot and pressed it to the mans neck.
"Tell me, how does it feel to know you have let your country down? To know your mission is a failure and you have just lead your friends into a trap. Now, all of those fancy british plains and paratroopers will be shot down, all those lives lost, all on your hands. How does that make you feel?" He didn't get a chance to answer, as Johaan slit his throat.
Germans, who had heard the gunfire earlier, had finally arrived.
"What happened hear." the commanding officer asked.
"They attempted to destroy the anti-air defenses. I killed them before they could. Unfortunately they have taken out the artillery." Johaan said. Clearly this was obvious, but he had to respect the chain of command, just as they all did. He would not dissrespect a superior.
"Very well done. However, it seems we have a fight on our hands now. The Allies will be attacking any moment. Prepare a sniping position, I don't want those paratroopers getting anywhere near this city if any of them land. Im going to send the majority of our troops to the front of the town to deal with the tanks and infantry. I trust you and a smaller task force can deal with any paratroopers?" He ordered Johaan.
"I can do that and more. They won't even reach the ground." Johaan said with a smile.
The commanding officer nodded, ordering the nearest grunt to man the anti-air turret. Johaan quickly left, heading to the rear of the town to defend it. This would place him the farthest away from the American forces but closer the the British paratroopers, if any made it passed the operational anti-air turrets.
That is when he heard the planes overheard, bombers, transports, and fighters all flying toward the town. He heard the anti-air turrets open up.
The poor british wouldn't stand a chance. Johaan's only regret was that he wouldn't get to shoot very many of them.