Tyrant moved up, watching as the soldiers surrendered.
"All of you, walk in that direction, right now? Anyone got a grenade in their hands? Lob it into the ocean and put your hands up- I don't want you killing all your friends if you think that will harm me." Tyrant said, as the soldiers moved forward, all putting their hands in the air where Tyrant could see them. Viking sort of herded them towards Tyrant, and he led them, out towards the warehouse they had been momentarily a short while ago. A squad of Wehrmacht were already rolling through, and a couple of Panthers, even a King Tiger, could be seen down the street that they had cleared out. The German forces were surging in, now that Tyrant and Viking had blown a clean hole right through the middle of the Allied forces- allowing the gap to be widened and for German forces to fight and the remainder Italians to do the cleanup. Quite literally- the German forces in this theatre had decided that rather than wasting German hands on such a matter, the Italian Corps were dealing with weakened Brigades and in the case of Alexandria, only helping to guard and reinforce areas where the Germans had thin spacing. But that was of little concern to Tyrant at that point, as he led the surrendered men, and only realized fully what he had. At least 30 men had surrendered- almost a whole platoon. Somehow, Tyrant couldn't think that this was a little more than just crazy. The German troops and their lorries quickly sorted them out and within ten minutes, they were gone, cuffed and brought into a German entourage going back along the coastline to the German Headquarters.
"Victoria, patch us through to Field Marshal Rommel. I have words, to say the least." Tyrant said, as he looked over to Viking, looking out on the harbor, the seven feet of steel and titanium standing tall among the mess that was here.
"Understood. He's on the line now." Victoria simply said, as he looked back, half-turning to see Viking come down and hit the floor.
"Field Marshal, we have secured the docks. The place is a ruin, and German forces are pushing through. Waffen-SS and our Wehrmacht lads."
"Good to hear, Tyrant. It truly is good to be working with you again. We are setting up a Forward Operating Position at the Alexandria Docklands- and as you know, I always keep an ace in the hole. You were just part of it- you should see what I mean just about now." The Field Marshal said on the other end- a good friend of Tyrant's, one that he trusted and put faith into. A loud whining noise could be heard, as even Tyrant could make it out. The few Arado 234 aircraft could be seen just above, along with a few ME262s that could also be seen in escort, taking some flak but significantly less than anticipated.
"Damn...well, what about us? Where now?" Tyant said, watching what he knew had to be hell coming in for the British.
"Hold the line, and wait out. We'll send you out again soon. Well done, Major." Rommel said, as Tyrant smirked.
"Alright then Viking...we'll rearm, and go back out. I'll tell the lads that they have nothing to fear, since Tyrant is bloody here to clear this town of one British platoon at a time." Tyrant said, as he moved up, the giant moving back into the warehouse and back towards the front of the dock entrance, the battle now fully raging. But the worst had passed- and now, Tyrant knew they were in for the long run.

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25th November 1943
Peenemunde, Germany

It seemed strange at Peenemunde, being back again. The Map of the world had changed drastically- and the line on the Scottish border of which the British had until now held out to had been broken after a peace deal struck by the resistant Scottish dependency created in the aftermath of the fall of London, and the Germans capitalized on that. They had to set it up as a Protectorate, and in return, the Germans gave the Scottish a high level of autonomy, something that seemed ridiculous and a first for almost 250 years- any power in Edinburgh significant enough, yet a betrayal to any Allied force. As a result, Allied troops were forced out due to Scottish opinion that now supported German troops, and any fighting that occurred meant that by the Battle of Fort William, an event that all members of the 505th had seen, had decisively defeated any last British forces that were grappling in Europe. Gibraltar, the annexed territory by the British of captured French Morocco as well as Gibraltar in the eastern Mediterranean was the last foothold that any British forces had- with the Italian and Vichy French Navies now gaining the upper hand in the Mediterranean and decisively dividing the British Navy in theater. The Suez was captured, and after Alexandria, Germany had practically brought Egypt under a shared protectorate with the Italians- with mainly Vichy and Italian forces dealing with the remaining British and Allied forces in the Arab Peninsula and in Sudan. Germany had also entered a Customs Union with Switzerland, and was practically incorporated into the Greater Reich- though hundreds of thousands of Jews still were able to preserve their safe-hiding in Switzerland, and avoid the persecution. Anti-Jewish sentiment had turned more towards slave labour, with perhaps individuals such as Speer being listened to more than racist leaders- even Hitler submitting that the war effort required more than just racial eliminationist policies, the technology and power of his forces demanding that. Hitler himself, despite his policies, had decided that rather than simply dedicating huge effort of men that simply could not manifest in real terms to eradicating the Jewish race, he was to earn every penny from them- a sickening and horrifying prospect still to Tyrant, though something he knew that perhaps that someone like him would be in a position to know. There was no more of this- and Tyrant knew that while Jews were the "new enemies of Germany", to Tyrant, they were human beings- and he felt sympathy, felt even to some regard, some anger. But that was not his case- it was not his will to deal with. It was politics, and he was a soldier, a man of Germany and the Reich, not a biologist. Jews were still at risk of being killed, and thousands a month were sadly, being killed in the occupied territories or forced to build construction or massive infrastructure projects for either the Army or the German Reich. Things like this even Tyrant disliked- he actively loved his country, and was a proud member of the Waffen-SS, but perhaps, he could never say he supported it. And he would never pull his weapon on an innocent Jew, even if it meant he could become a leader even more than now. He had no need. He soldiered, and he soldiered on how he did. Most Allied forces had fallen back to Iceland and even Southern Greenland- the huge migration and the biting cold of the Winter now coming in. Many suffered, and food was scarce, the entire forces reliant on imports from Canada. An operation in June 1943 to take Jan Mayen and Northern Norway, before the winter set in by the Allied forces- particularly British and Canadian troops, did have some success in order to try and secure a landing ground for Allied forces, as well as connecting shipping with the Northern Siberian ports that were not taken by the German forces yet. This had little success- and the Battle of Trondheim was a decisive Allied defeat, the Allied forces simply unable to effectively fight in the conditions. From there, by late October, the winter had hit hard. And the evacuation of British and Canadian troops, upon the realization that supplies were almost completely dried out, the Norwegian resistance had been stamped out under the Nazi boot despite their valiant and huge efforts to upset the German status quo, combined with the fact that German Mountain Brigades and Axis-fighting Norwegian troops were far better accustomed to the mountains of Northern Norway, as well as the Kriegsmarine's flotillas of U-Boats completely destroying large quantities of supply ships further turning the tide and making their situation hopeless and dire. The Evacuation of Tromso was only a few days ago, and all forces were retreating to Jan Mayen, Iceland, Greenland or Canada. Many would starve, freeze or die of other diseases, the German army guessed- and much of High Command agreed that it was best surprisingly, to capitalize- with superior equipment, planning and experience from Norway giving German troops the power to strike quickly and end the war in Northern Europe for good. In contrast to Alexandria, the war was becoming cold, as the Germans drew up Operation Zeitgeist- the Invasion of Iceland, the North Atlantic Theater now the main focus and perhaps, the continuation of bloodshed and most of all, decisiveness.

Hans sat in the bar, already drinking down a glass of a Czech Pilsner, drinking down as he looked to the others. The rest of the team was here- and they were back home again, he thought to himself. They had been here for a long while. Maybe Allied Intelligence had figured it out. Looking around, there wasn't a single man that even Felix would distrust. They were far too pissed, or local. He had always watched his back, and as far as he knew, Peenemunde was incredibly secure. Recently, it had undergone huge security measures, and several gates meant that access was even harder. The main facility had been reconstructed, and a bunker of sorts now existed, where the armory, as well as other items relating to the 505th existed. They were still developing equipment for the 505th, and a few other projects were on the site- the most critical being a V-3 project that was currently being created and further advanced as a weapon that could strike as far as 200km. It was ridiculous- this was the future of warfare, and somehow, Felix and Hans felt good about being a part of it.
"Waitress, can I get another beer?" Hans said, putting his second back, as she tutted. He brushed it off, as she poured another glassful, Felix looking at Hans. They wore their moreover casual uniforms- all apart from Felix, whose uniform had gained a few medals and ribbons since a few months ago. He seemed like he could now compete with a higher officer in terms of military decorations, because he was indeed, well awareded.
"You with women, Hans. You'll never have any luck like that. Look at her. Good Aryan blood, and you just blew it." Felix said to Hans, laughing a little, aware that it was perhaps a little too far, but none the less, he had to say it.
"Are you saying I'll never find a woman then?" Hans said in response, as Felix laughed.
"Yeah, probably...you need to work on it my friend." Felix simply said, as he drunk his beer a little down, the quaint bar reasonably quiet at the late evening.