[Eleven]

[teutonictraitor]

[Filtered to RED.]
It appears zhat Herr Soldat is no more. Zhat is all. [[Medic sighs. He sounds almost tired.]]

[Filtered to BLU Medic.]
I vill be making a call on you shortly, Herr Haydn. It vould be advised zhat you be prepared. [[He pauses.]] Or not. It does not matter to me vhezher or not you are, for it vill still end zhe same.

Comments

[dakka_dakka_da]

It sound like Doktor need nap, no need for fighting here so we can have much sleep! [He sounds rather pleased about that. The lots of sleep bit. The fighting he misses.]

[teutonictraitor]

[[He snorts.]] Sleep. As if zhere is much to do aside from zha--vait. [[And there is an idea.]] Herr Heavy, perhaps you could be of some assistance.

[dakka_dakka_da]

What you need, Doktor?

[teutonictraitor]

Perhaps ve could do some training. I may need zhe practice anyvay, und it is something to do zhat is not anyvhere near as boring as zhe typical activities.

Of course.

[teutonictraitor]

[[And coming out of his office right now. Sniper is the last person he expects to see, and it's pretty clear for a second before he regains his composure.]]

Herr Sniper. Might I inquire as to vhat brings you to my office?

[teutonictraitor]

You as vell? Be glad you did not come earlier, or I vould be trying to eat your brain. [[He chuckles.]]

But vhat happened after zhat, hm? Somezhing must heff.