[i]The German snapped around, his blood red eyes cautiously darting over the grandpa, Jack's guns lifting up halfway. He pulled his right eyebrow up in curiousity, head tilt to the left. [/i] "You," [i]The man begun, a pause following. He then spoke again, his voice raspy and laced with a very thick German accent. [/i] "You belong to ze Reich? Klasse.. Fantastisch.. Tolle!"