Betrieb: Schneller Streik (Operation Fast Strike).
October 3, 1943. Helsinki.
As you sit outside the tent, the first snowflakes of fall start to hit your face as you stare up at the sky. It's getting close to winter again you think to yourself. How long will this last?
Picking up your notebook from the bench, you drop your cigarette, stepping on it as you walk into the Ops tent and close the flaps behind you. The smoke filled air hangs like the ominous feeling that has been felt since this war on the Russian front began. Field Marshall Von Gesher is standing next to the map table with your good friend Luftwaffe Colonel Kersher and the ever impressive and sneaky poker player Colonel Sneizer from the 3rd Armoured Division, all three in deep discussion.
Personell are walking back and forth from the radio room to the control table, moving a piece an inch here and there on the operations map. A pretty young radio operator hands Von Gersher a message. Her blond curls and youthful appearance seem out of place to this morbid landscape that has been home for two years. Von Gersher smiles taking the message from her hands and quickly scans the message. Nodding he continutes his briefing.
Squads - sound off for German.
