Knowing the way that the marines may be going, and after hearing the news of the massacre on the radio, and after listening to the descriptions of the two cars used, a convoy of what appears to be plain-clothed German troops, most probably on orders from the Gestapo, see what appears to be the 8 marines in their cars, most probably on a patrol, but seperated from the few thousand.
The story of how these Gestapo got over is a simple story, that can be traced back to the invasion of Austria, and the bombing of Britain; they where to be used as a political snap-point, just like the Dutch are being used back home in Germany.
Now seeing these, and listening to the radios in their truck, which hisses due to the interference but is still blurting out, in French. Which is a standard language to know for the Gestapo, who are both horrified, and angered at the war crimes commited by them..
They soon overtake the two retreating cars on the road, just before the border, sending one off of the road, but also spinning one out of the way. Masked men now climbing out of the truck itself, and running towards the cars, armed to the brim with MP40 & one with a Thompson sub-machine gun. One of the US soldiers getting shot in the leg, but overall the shock of the ambush makes the few surviving to climb into the truck peacefully; as they proceed Eastwards, with their weapons in tow, near the front seats, as they move to the East; well away from the border, and well away from the patrol that is coming down to the border, making them appear like an innocent delivery truck.
They take a detour after a few hours on the road, and move past the border with Austria, where the barricade is lifted, and the truck allowed to pass, the door getting bashed in by the Corporal Farrow bloke, which makes a massive dent.
They enter the nearest military checkpoint and clamber out of the truck, some soldiers moving to the back of it; in where they obviously having the superiority in numbers & in ammo drag the 8 off, with the addition of a good few others, who where escorts on the road; but due to the lack of importance where not mentioned.
Knowing that the war-crime won't be heeded, and knowing that the French deserve some form of revenge, that and they don't have the options to do it; the German Gestapo take matters into their own hands, as the men are took out of the trucks, and dragged into the nearest barracks where they face an eventual torture on the level of that heard on the news, as the German people attempt to get liberation, and peace for their comrades in France.
The Cpl makes a lunge at one of the German soldiers, while another, on the same size as him jumps on his back and takes him down, snapping his arm in the process, to avoid any form of retaliation. The man soon being took peacefully like the others.
The German soldiers stands up, his nose bloody. The common symptoms of a broken nose, which would be understandable, due to the size of the mans fists and arms.
The lights flicker on and off in the room, as the Gestapo, who are suited with the standard interrogation tools walk up to the row of men, as they are all tied up in the seats, one of them reading the names that where read out from the radio broadcast, and also from the newspapers in the region, which where still in print.
"Mayor Pasqual, shot & killed.
His wife, Magdeline, raped & killed.
Children.. 3 children, killed
To act upon the loss of one of our allies' closest comrades in arms, we where prepared to follow the car, and take in those responsible.. Little did we know it'd be you, marines."
The man in charge of the interrogation squad moves his glasses up a small bit, as he walks over to the large soldier, and with a flick of his youth knife makes a slash at the Cpl's arm, slitting his knife deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until eventually. Pop; the arm just falls to the floor, much to the horror of both the Germans & the Americans alike.
Soon after, some MP40 shots are fired at the mans way, and he falls back in his chair, the bullets penetrating his body like Swiss Cheese.
3 other of the men are immediatly shot and killed, while the other 4 are line up to the wall, and brutally beaten, all simultaneously, blood dripping from all of them, them all being emotionless, as the Gestapo do what they do best.
An hour after this, the bodies are paraded around the streets of Nancy, on the top of lamp-poles, as signs on their bodies reading in French;
"These American scum murder our comrades in the West of France, and murder women & children. Now they face the same fate at the hands of liberation"
Due to this chaos, people from these two cities rush to the recruitment offices, knowing who indeed did it, while the rest of France, and the Americans & British alike are at a loss of words over the issue.
OOC: Okay, time to clear the situation up, and to get the realism aspects out of the way.
It was a Hit-Squad, Hit-Squads retreat after their hit is done, since it wasn't specificed where they went, I made them go down South, where the Gestapo, who where notorious for operating within France without any public knowledge would be.
Second of all, in the Gestapos history, alot of this kind of stuff wasn't old. Going into the more enemy controlled regions, and actually kidnapping both High-Profile, or threats to them or the allies is nothing old, and was actually quite a common occurance. Just this was for a different motive was all.
Third of all, the radio broadcast was shown the car via eyewitness news, and due to it being a high-profile event the men would have noticed, and acted upon it; as it was their comrades in arms; and alot of the German command in this rp especially are against war-crimes openly, and the murder of women & children is the peak of snapping for them.
Fourthly, they where brought by a convoy because that's what would have happened, marines being a pretty high-profile organisation, and obviously retaliation from the French themselves might have had a pretty high chance.
Just clearing up the problems that people may have, and just thought I'd do something epic for the Germans, up our morals abit.