Edwin Rommel

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About Edwin Rommel

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    Uberprotektor- RSPCA- Kamel Divizion
  • Birthday 11/30/1958

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  1. Uf kourze-- need ein doorschtoppen right avay- mein Enigma ist erommel@iafrica.com- Danke Schon!
  2. END OF SEASON ONE
  3. As Rommel rounds the far corner of the lean-to shed behind the restaurant he is met by a strange sight— A small pile of bloodstained previously white clothes are in a neatly folded pile on the ground- next to it is a pair of bloodstained white plastic boots… Rommel rushes to the bubbling pot… A human head, with the lips pulled back in a silent scream slowly tumbles among the biling bubbles on the surface.. “Och mein Lieber….”
  4. The last rays of sun touches the Ramtops— Lobsang is sitting on the veranda – having a quiet cigarette before going in for supper… He is contemplating the events of the past few weeks— Making a decision, he gets up and walks to the procrastinator control room. He opens the door of the supervisors office… “Please fetch me the control records and personal procrastinator one Soren Fick- currently on a submarine called the “CSS Fishbait”- make it quick…” After a few minutes the supervisor returns, looking puzzled--- “It is not there sir??” “What??? How is that possible- I know for a fact that he is still alive- how can his procrastinator be gone?? Go look again” Ignoring the “No Smoking sign” Lobsang fishes in his robe for his cigarettes.. A micro-procrastinator is issued to the history monks at child birth and then placed in the vast time hall where it spins away on it’s little bearing- slower and faster as time progresses- some spin for long periods, others only briefly. When the personal time comes to an end, the procrastinator is removed by a monk and mailed to the department managed by the dispatchers. They in turn will then mail the procrastinator to the appropriate end outcome- the ones that has to be recycled (a bit of an administrative nightmare really) is sent back to the receiving department where they are re-introduced into the time hall, if there is space- otherwise they are squeezed into whatever life form has some unused capacity.. A whole religion developed around this- but that is a story for another day.. The system has been working flawlessly forever- until, it seems, till now… The personal procrastinator is sacrosanct- whoever controls it, literally holds your life and future in their hands. Monks are carefully screened for years before being allowed into the Time Hall- specifically for this reason. To lose a procrastinator is virtually impossible- unless… Lobsang tugs a bell-pull. Far away a soft tinkle sounds, followed by shuffling footsteps increasing in tempo and loudness as it approaches the door to the control room. The acolyte visibly pales as he sees the chairman rather than the normal supervisor… “Yes sir, chairman sir--- what may I do sir??” “Get me the security camera tapes for the past week- make it quick!” Lobsang kicks the perpetual motion generator wheel into motion, and after while the old CRT screen flickers and a grainy picture appears… After a while the acolyte re-appears with an armful of 8mm film canisters, which he loads into the tape drive in sequence and then nods towards Lobsang. Lobsang pushes a button--- and after a few seconds the inside of the time hall, boundary fences and several not so hidden nooks and crannies flickers onto the screen… Lobsang lights up a cigarette from the stub between his fingers and settles down to watch… supper forgotten…
  5. Ich schmell it uppen mit disdain unt shake mein finger at you in retaliazion!
  6. Ich did not vhont to zhay it firzt- but Dayhum ( (tm) Gunny) he iz zhat good.... unt zhe Donzter fart schtory-- iz juzt vhell bullcrap.... - nearly schmellz like it az vhell....
  7. Ach scheisse get him zhum Kevlar unt anti-deprezzantz Doktor Katezenjammer
  8. Rommel whispers to Shultzie seated next to him in the Filippino restaurant. “Zhiz meat kebabz really haf fonny tazte- do you zhink it iz dog- Ich heard zhey eat dog..?” “Nein Herr Feldmarshall- it iz not guut- to schweet unt alzo a bit tough- do not imagine dog vhould tazte like zhat..” “Ah so gentlemen- do you enjoy your pood? We were not sure how to prepare it- this is the pirst time we try?” Rommel shakes his head and slowly rubs back over the conversations they had since landing in Manila.. “Entshuldigen mich, Herr Elly- zhe introductory tour through zhe Manila mit Jeepney vhoz guut, unt all zhe greetink uf people vhoz guut- but zhiz food--- iz—how vhould ich zhay--- iz different, nicht vhar? “Oh no Ser- did we do not do it right- we wanted to make you peel right at home?” “Nein- everyhink is fine- vhe vhere just vhondring vhot meat zhiz vhoz- it iz not dog iz it?- vhe undeschtood you ate zhe dogz zhometimez- unt vhe haf not tazted zhe dog meat before unt zhat iz maybe vhy zhe meat taztz schtrange fur uz- nicht vhar Shultzie??” Shultz nods and secretly spits the meat out onto his palm before dropping it under the table where several small piles of slightly chewed piles of meat are already residing all along the length of the table- “Ah- no it is a joke that we eat dog- some very remote tribes in the mountains on some of the islands eat dogs, and the Chinese eats anything… but no- we heard you eat camel- and therepore we prepared some camel for you…” “Kamelz- vhe eat kamelz—vhere zhe helldid you hear zhat…???” “We had a call prom your protocol manager—he said his name was Dave Thompson and he was speaking por his boss?? And that you would really enjoy to be welcomed in the traditional North African way by having camel- and that you might even be bringing your own to celebrate the occasion of arriving in the Philippines??” “Ach himmel- Dave Thompson- zhat vhoz zhat schwein vho chazed uz on Bazuruto..…. Unt BOSS vhoz zhe … unt vhe vhill bring… Berthrude… HIMMEL—SHULTZ!!!” Shultzie and Rommel both jump up simultaneously, kicking the table over backwards in their haste- and sending half eaten food and drink and startled patrons flying all over the restaurant… They rush to the swing doors of the kitchen, first sticking in the narrow doorway before bursting through into the inside with several started cooks dropping plates and pans and looking in the direction of the duo… “VHERE IZ ZHE KAMEL?!!!!” The nearest cook points in the direction of the back door.. “Ting Chong wele plepaling it out thele sil…” Shultzie and Rommel rush outside… Under the open lean to a huge pot is bubbling on an open fire… in the open area there is a lot of blood and some guts lying in the dust…it is very quiet apart from the squeak of the hinges of the yard gate slowly moving in the breeze…. “Ach nein--- mein liebchen--- vhot haf zhey done……..
  9. The chute opens- with some deft flicks and janks on the steering ropes Stans lines upwith the surface running submarine some 800 meters below him. The orderly taking a steaming mug of cocoa to Gunny on the bridge gets knocked back into the control room by a descending pair of boots slamming onto his head. Stans deftly unclips the harness at the last moment and with a soft thump he lands on the control room floor and starts pulling the parachute inside through the open conning tower hatch.. “So—how is everybody…” Doug looks up from the map he is styding--- “Did you just parachute in through the conning tower hatch opening??” “Ahh—well yes? Is anything wrong?? “But that is impossible--- how did you m,anage that??” “Quit elementary actually- piece of cake- almost like a root channel—once you find the right angle it is easy from there…Where is Donster..” “Jeez- just follow the “aroma”- we have locked him in the back- and the rest of us live here in the front” Unseen by anybody Stans fist pumps as he steps through the hatch to the next section “Now that was something--- eat your heart out Gunny- let us see you repeating that neat special forces trick!!
  10. Stans removes the false bottom of his handhold- a bright pink mobile phone is retrieved, and after switching on and logging in he pushes a button to place a speed dial number. After three rings he kills the call and sets the phone down and heads for the shower. Neatly dressed and fully packed some 20 minutes later, he sits down with a cup of coffee- At exactly 30 minutes, the phone rings. “This is Cheatum- why did you pace this call” “I need to jget back to the Fishbait” “Indeed we do- we are very cross with you actually- why did you treat our man so poorly? He was picked up on the southern Tanzania coast- totally dehydrated and sun-burnt to a cinder- if it was not for some bits and pieces he could recover from his briefcase, he would certainly be dead by now…” “Sorry- there was an argument on the Fishbait about some triviality and I was deep-sixed by Donster – I still think it was post count envy, and could not remain on board without causing suspicion. I did leave a large number of transponders hidden away all over her – so you can still track them- the trigger code is #3342768-“ “Hold on---“ Stans hears some conversations going on in the background, and then Cheatum is back on the line.. “Ok- we are tracking them now—so why did you call” “Is the contract on Don Millar still out” “Yes- and the agent which was expelled from the fishbait volunteered to specifically complete it…” “Is it really necessary – if I can back on board I can keep a watch on him and make sure that he does not find out? I think taking him out is way too harsh-?” “You do realise what will happen if he finds out about the secret code and distraction and deception strategy – if that is removed from the equation it will be global war in a very short time- we cannot afford for him to find out what is happening…” “ I will follow him closely- and respond every time he makes a move in the right direction encourage him to keep going- and at the same time maintain a higher post count- he will never catch on- I promise..” “OK- we give you a last chance- do not fail us- again! Just look how quickly things go wrong if we cannot keep the males distracted… suicide bombing, flying planes into buildings, bombs… you name it…” “ Just keep me posted on the Fishbait’s whereabouts and recall your assassin… I will handle it- where is the ‘bait now?” “On the surface some twenty miles off the south-east coast of Africa. Apparently they cannot dive anymore since all the air scrubbers burned out due to overuse- so you will find them cruising on the surface with most of the crew on deck according to this satellite picture” “OK- I am off” “Make sure you succeed- Dewy Cheatum and Howe has a huge reputational stake in this- and we have nearly failed…” Stans kills the call and then breaks the phone after removing and destroying the Sim card. ## A few hours later he lands at Oliver Thambo Airport in Johannesburg- and after some confusion in the terminal building about changed flights, he boards a nondescript C119 which takes off and heads South West some minutes later. Stans dresses in a neoprene and Kevlar body suit and pulls on his normal long pants and stained dentist’s frock over it before setting down in the single seat in the hald and soon he dozes off…
  11. When American troops began to leave the Philippines at the end of World War II, hundreds of surplus Jeeps were sold or given to the Filipinos. The Jeeps were stripped down and altered locally: metal roofs were added for shade; and the vehicles decorated in vibrant colours with chrome-plated ornaments on the sides and hood. The back saloon was reconfigured with two long parallel benches with passengers facing each other to accommodate more passengers.[a] The size, length and passenger capacity has increased as it evolved through the years.[7] These were classified as passenger-type jeeps. The non-extended, original-seat configuration jeeps were labeled owners, short for owner-type jeeps, and are used non-commercially. The original Jeepneys were refurbished military Jeeps by Willys and Ford. Modern jeepneys are now produced with surplus engines and other parts coming from Japan. The jeepney rapidly emerged as a popular and creative way to re-establish inexpensive public transportation, much of which had been destroyed during World War II.
  12. Nein- zhe real vhonz look like zhiz! Not ein tjeep imitazion-- hehehe- did you notize zhe punny pun zhere-- Tjeep- Jeep -- Ich am funny nein Schultzie??
  13. “Magadang umaga po!- Welcome to the Philippines Phieldmarshall Rommel! We have waited por this day so long!- it is truly a blessing por us that you and some of your crew made it in one piece! We have heard op all your exploits to get here, and we are very glad that you are safe- please come and join us in the parade we have organized por you!- and may I say how thoughtpull of you to bring us all some pood!” Rommel, still dazed by the overwhelming reception and not even catching all the words in the strange accent, slowly lowers himself through the hatch onto the scorching tarmac below the tired looking Shakleton. A strange bright aluminium vehicle, vaguely resembling a stretched out WW2 American Jeep, awaits them. Rommel stumbles to the Jeepny, while the crew behind him unpacks the aircraft, lastly, but not the least lowering Berthrude, still with a deflated beach ball in her mouth, to the ground. When she is on firm ground she shakes herself thoroughly, sending Christmas island beach sand, still stuck in her coat, flying in a fine spray around her. She seems a bit bewildered when a man dressed in white overall and white waterboots puts a harness over her head and starts puling on the rope…
  14. Stans realises that he has fallen asleep in the lap of one of his lady friends after finishing off the second bottle of Gelfidich. The fishing rods, long forgotten- had been pulled off their stands and lies in the sand some way off. A woman lies snoring on her back in the shade of a nearby palm- snoring gently. The hag on whose lap he seems to have fallen asleep is also a long way away in dreamland. Stans shakes his head- immediately regretting it- drinking whiskey under a tropical sun has never been a good idea- even good whiskey! He stumbles upright, picks up his fishing tackle and heads for his rented digs- "This has been enough- I need to do something with my life- I think I will take a shower and then do some thinking on how to find the Fishbait crowd again.."