[u][b][color=ed1c24]Franz[/color] [color=aba000]Kaufmann[/color][/b][/u]

"Dont german me, Kaufman, you know that i hate that!"
Franz grunted. “I was talking to our hapless employees, Blanc. You know I don’t speak French that well either.” Meanwhile, his short search was obviously fruitless.

John chuckled "Es ist in Ordnung, Franz. Ich kann deutsch sprechen, ignoriere diese Kröte.” 

Franz nodded appreciatively, but mentally noted once again the man was something of an Arschkriecher. He liked the Brite well enough and appreciated what he’d done in the past and present. But he had a suspicion that he wanted something besides information for his investments. He reeked of ulterior motivation. 

Walking over the corpse as well, Constantin coldly stared down at the woman. "C'est des conneries! They mostly hold onto their belts when they die! Check below her, or cut her belt open, some hide their money in there..." 

Franz hesitated at that, but he knew any money would be useful and they could find out who the woman was. He unsheathed his knife… 

"Typical Frog" John said as he stood back up "You really have no shame do you? I understand looting from soldiers in battle or worthy foes but an poor peasant women? what could she possibly have to be worth defiling her corpse over? Anyway I'm afraid we there is not much we do for this woman." John said approached woman's head and drove his fancy old sword though the woman's skull before looking at his companions "Better safe and sorry."

"Gardez votre bouche anglaise fermée, ou je vous souille..." Constantin’s voice suddenly stopped, as the mercenary looked over to the bushes. "Merde..."

Franz sheathed his knife and stood up with his Gasser raised towards the bushes. Before he could ask Constantin what he saw, "Kaufman, Anglais! Over here!" His head turned to the driver. "Get back into the carriage! You two..." He turned to John and Franz, his rifle still aimed at the bodies. "Do what you have to do with these damn bodies, and then lets get the hell out of here! What ever killed these may still be around..."

Franz was startled, but trusted in Constantin’s instincts. He moved where the Frenchman indicated. Then a growl rose up from the bushes. Constantin didn’t hesitate to start shooting. "SHOT THE FUCKING THING!" He fired off two shots from his revolver too, hoping to catch whatever animal it was.