George asked his heart rate pounding. Bauer raised his eyebrows as if weighing up his options. Duty bound him not to offer any information although duty was something which had ruled his life from a very young age. It was duty that led him down the path he now trod so begrudgingly.
“Listen. I am very tired. I have no wish to be uncooperative with you. I need rest.” Bauer was clearly fatigued but tiredness was a poor excuse not to talk.
“Now come on, Sir. I don't think you are in a position to dictate terms.”
Hawkins remained respectful to his enemy. There was no need for dishonourable conduct. Bauer obviously was appreciative of that.
“You have done well, my friend. You have defeated great odds by surviving to this point. If you want any information from me, then my very best advice would be to go back to the beach you landed on and find a boat back to England. If you value your life, you will do this.”
Hawkins took a deep breath and wondered what it was that the German did not want to share.
“So this is a German problem then?” Hawkins asked, looking back at the now still corpse bearing the black uniform.
“It most certainly is.” Bauer replied, his tones were dulcet as if he was still fully in control of the situation. Genevieve felt aggrieved by the respect being shown on all sides.
“Do not give into this pig's demands!” She whined. Bauer shook his head as if he had not made his point clearly enough.
“I am not demanding anything young lady. I merely offer advice to those who are not in possession of the facts.”
“It would be great to know the facts.” Granger said as he kicked the small metal device around in an attempt to get a better look of it. The visible metallic panel concealed a hidden stiletto-like appendage which would have sunk deep into the Nazi's neck.
“As I have said before, I am very tired. Perhaps after some sleep I can oblige.” Bauer whispered.
“Hawk, this old fart's playing us.” Granger remarked cynically. Hawkins found the whole situation perplexing. There was no apparent solution.
“Perhaps after some rest, you can tell us the whole story. We can sit down over a mug of tea and wile away the day with tales of gallantry and good deeds. Until that time, Sir, we are fighting for our lives here. We are heading to Caen and you are coming with us.” Hawkins began to lose his patience.
“Caen?” Bauer looked surprised. “Well, I was going that direction anyway. I'll let you join me if you wish.” The Germans' sense of irony was not lost on Hawkins who laughed at the officer's dark humour.
“Although, if I may be so bold, my legs are rather old and not in good shape. There is a car just along the road...” Hans Bauer was a cool character and Hawkins felt that if he was not careful he could be easily swayed by this experienced soldier.
“Could do with a break anyway.” Granger said accepting the situation.
“OK, let's play it your way. I have news for you though; we aren’t just driving through Bayeux with our dicks hanging out waiting for one of these pigs to put us to sleep. First empty farmhouse, barn or pig sty, we are holding up for a few hours. You can get some sleep and when we all rise and shine; you're going to tell us all about these freaks and what the hell is going on around here.” It was not lost on Bauer how Hawkins, despite his rank was very much taking charge of the situation whilst his senior colleague stood back. Genevieve seemed flustered at Hawkins choice to delay the journey to Caen which was geographically some distance beyond the bustling historic town of Bayeux.
“You are a smart man Private. What is your name?” Bauer seemed to take a shine to his captor.
“Hawkins, John Hawkins.”
“A good English name. Would suit a Dickens novel.”
“Dick who?” Hawkins inquired.
CHAPTER 14
Bauer led the party on the slow walk down the road to Bayeux. Hawkins walked behind him with his gun ready. Bauer was limping heavily and
“Listen. I am very tired. I have no wish to be uncooperative with you. I need rest.” Bauer was clearly fatigued but tiredness was a poor excuse not to talk.
“Now come on, Sir. I don't think you are in a position to dictate terms.”
Hawkins remained respectful to his enemy. There was no need for dishonourable conduct. Bauer obviously was appreciative of that.
“You have done well, my friend. You have defeated great odds by surviving to this point. If you want any information from me, then my very best advice would be to go back to the beach you landed on and find a boat back to England. If you value your life, you will do this.”
Hawkins took a deep breath and wondered what it was that the German did not want to share.
“So this is a German problem then?” Hawkins asked, looking back at the now still corpse bearing the black uniform.
“It most certainly is.” Bauer replied, his tones were dulcet as if he was still fully in control of the situation. Genevieve felt aggrieved by the respect being shown on all sides.
“Do not give into this pig's demands!” She whined. Bauer shook his head as if he had not made his point clearly enough.
“I am not demanding anything young lady. I merely offer advice to those who are not in possession of the facts.”
“It would be great to know the facts.” Granger said as he kicked the small metal device around in an attempt to get a better look of it. The visible metallic panel concealed a hidden stiletto-like appendage which would have sunk deep into the Nazi's neck.
“As I have said before, I am very tired. Perhaps after some sleep I can oblige.” Bauer whispered.
“Hawk, this old fart's playing us.” Granger remarked cynically. Hawkins found the whole situation perplexing. There was no apparent solution.
“Perhaps after some rest, you can tell us the whole story. We can sit down over a mug of tea and wile away the day with tales of gallantry and good deeds. Until that time, Sir, we are fighting for our lives here. We are heading to Caen and you are coming with us.” Hawkins began to lose his patience.
“Caen?” Bauer looked surprised. “Well, I was going that direction anyway. I'll let you join me if you wish.” The Germans' sense of irony was not lost on Hawkins who laughed at the officer's dark humour.
“Although, if I may be so bold, my legs are rather old and not in good shape. There is a car just along the road...” Hans Bauer was a cool character and Hawkins felt that if he was not careful he could be easily swayed by this experienced soldier.
“Could do with a break anyway.” Granger said accepting the situation.
“OK, let's play it your way. I have news for you though; we aren’t just driving through Bayeux with our dicks hanging out waiting for one of these pigs to put us to sleep. First empty farmhouse, barn or pig sty, we are holding up for a few hours. You can get some sleep and when we all rise and shine; you're going to tell us all about these freaks and what the hell is going on around here.” It was not lost on Bauer how Hawkins, despite his rank was very much taking charge of the situation whilst his senior colleague stood back. Genevieve seemed flustered at Hawkins choice to delay the journey to Caen which was geographically some distance beyond the bustling historic town of Bayeux.
“You are a smart man Private. What is your name?” Bauer seemed to take a shine to his captor.
“Hawkins, John Hawkins.”
“A good English name. Would suit a Dickens novel.”
“Dick who?” Hawkins inquired.
CHAPTER 14
Bauer led the party on the slow walk down the road to Bayeux. Hawkins walked behind him with his gun ready. Bauer was limping heavily and
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