[h3][center]Jakob Norheim & Silvio Colani[/center][/h3]
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"So...you're telling me that I've been sent from sunny Italy all the way here into the butt-fucking middle of the Third Reich during the winter on a top-secret mission, just to drive a fuckin' train?" The Italian in Silvio was really starting to come out as he spoke, a real annoyance and anger filling his every word to the brim with fine Italian temperament and New Yorker loud-mouthing. 

Silvio had gotten a decent look at the various men - and woman, to his great, but still delighted surprise - on the second floor. They all looked like they were tough soldiers, veterans of previous action in this war or another, though Silvio didn't have time to care about that right then. The Nazi SS officer that walked in last was what gave him the spooks at first, even making him reach for his backpack until he realized that he was there too on orders from whoever sent them here. 

Silvio guessed it had to be Robert, that sneaky fox. It could be that Italian gall, though she did look mighty-fine, especially now. 
Jakob on the other hand knew perfectly who had sent them and why they were there. Each with a specific and very important role in this important mission. Some of them cared for the money; Jakob wanted to Third Reich to burn to nothing but ashes of those bastards. 

Jakob looked at the loud-mouthed, yet able-looking American man dressed up as an Italian nobody, an expression of discipline filling his face as their mission was soon to commence. "If you didn't understand what Robert said, I'll remind you; if you don't want to help nor the gold, you can leave now."

"I got that, but...ah fine, I'm not one to rat out like some dirty snitching weasel. It's just..."

"Just what, what's your name and rank again?"

"...Oh right, formalities. But what..".

"About the mission being top-secret? You're in you said, so you won't be going back to tell our info back home, right?" 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Boss." Silvio put down his backpack on the floor, before standing up straight and looking at the others. "Sergeant Silvio Colani, formerly United States Ranger and all that jazz. Both able with a gun, and more personal matters." He said to them, the latter more so directed to the Italian lady with a cheekish smile, until he realized she might not understand English since she asked for a German translation. He didn't get to ask though, as Jakob quickly took over. 

"Corporal Norheim, though call me Viking. Keep it simple. I'll take up position by the bar, it'll be easier to assemble my Bren behind the counter. You then, [i]Sergeant[/i]?" Jakob's words were filled with something; not a kind of spite towards the Italian, but more of irritation of his behaviour and lack of dedication towards the mission. He himself was dedicated all right. 

"For guns? I got my trusty Lady down here; she'll be more than able to take care of those stronzinoes downstairs. Want me to take point outside, Norheim?"

"I said Viking. Did I stutter?"

"Right...Viking...Me, outside, gun those goons down?"

"If Robert allows it, he's the chief."