Prologue
After many years the great war had gone on, the war had continued 6 long years, the Germans had been that much close to securing they're victory over France, it was said that the "Robber Of Paris"; was planning to hang Germanys Flag over the Eifel Tower, He had been well known for stealing British and French supplies and divvying them amongst the battalions. But as victory came so close, defeat came closer. American soldiers had come pouring into France, led by a general whose been rumored to torture prisoners. He had crushed the German army, and sent them running for the hills (metaphorically and literally), and in the end Germany surrendered. But, although war has ended, the hunt for the Robber of Paris continues, as it continues to be believed that the Robber continues to make raids on Allied supply depots. The General has staked huge sums of cash on his head and has even sent battalions into Paris hunting for him. It is said he himself is on the search…
Chapter 1
One simple night
France, 1918
In the Great Old Toads Bar, a bar located farther south of Paris, the sounds of beer keg ring loudly, singing is abundant, as does the sound of someone falling over…
"So he says "but we already surrendered sir!", and I put it to him "who told you that mate?" everyone was yelling and laughing. "Ah you should've seen him!"
"Eh jack what did you do?"
"Well we pulled up one of them Huns and we set him up in front of one of our Gatling guns, we pretended like we was loading it and pulled the trigger!, the bloody Hun pissed himself!" Suddenly the sound of a car pulling up in front of the bar is heard.
"Hey John who's that new guy over their?" says Michael pointing to the stranger sitting to the farther corner of the bar stand.
"I don't know and I don't care all I do know as he better pay his damn fine" Dimitri retorts, "He's drunk nearly an entire barrel for what he's worth and I so far haven't seen as much as a frank!"
"Well gentleman it seems like half of you are drunk and the rest might as well be" A man in a light green uniform enters.
"If isn't Mr. We can't get laid by our own wives Winthrop!"
"Oh very funny that coming from a bunch of losers that would've lost without those bloody yanks help"
"Well if were insulting each other I might remember I do recognize your platoon got overrun about hmmm…. how many times Hershel?"
"21 times John"
"21 times Winthrop, yanks or no yanks we almost lost the entire eastern end if they hadn't shown up at the time they did."
"I'll have you know the Germans had the upper hand!"
"They were the same bloody platoon from the same bloody hole in the ground Winthrop!, and I lost 3 mates of mine because of it." The sound of a shotgun rings over the yelling, an officer sporting the stars and stripes slowly stepped forward into the bar, shot gun smoking
"Now gents it's been a really nice night but do we really have to start killing each other? It hasn't been an entire week since the Huns surrendered and you're already starting to disrupt this kind pubs peace. So how bout we cool off over bottle of jack eh?" Whether or not it was the shotgun in his hand or the sound of free beer no one made trouble for the rest of the night.
"So Mr. Yankee-doodle how's that general of yours doing? I heard that they was planning a big old meeting in Versailles to discuss some pretty important stuff." Dimitri asked the American after tossing him another beer.
"Well the Germans just dropped their fighting so they're drafting some papers for them to sign nice and easy, as if they have much choice!"
"Is that so?"
"Yup, the Huns are already sending an ambassador up to Paris to do some "talking"" John suddenly drowns a keg and sends it flying "partially" aiming for Winthrop
"To hell with them all I say they should be paying for all the damned muck we had to go through to get them running for their own borders." Everyone shakes their head in agreement, everyone except Winthrop
"Well we can't exactly blame them for everything can we? it's not as if we all didn't play apart"
"Shut up Winthrop, nobody here cares what you've got to say" Just to quote no one ever did (except his mom, seriously)
"Well either way there isn't any way of knowing what is going on over there, unless you happen to say have a front row ticket." Suddenly the entire room was staring at the American.
"You must be joking!" For once John didn't have anything to say.
"How did you get invited to one of them big meetings?!" Winthrop had nearly dropped his beer.
"I honestly have no idea mates but I'm telling you this is the beginning of something mates!" He downed the beer in his hand "I'm going to get something out of this I tell you!"
"Well I wouldn't be surprised" Dimitri said simply passing him another beer, as the stranger got up to leave.
Slowly the stranger passed thought the snow, trudging past the river, until he came by a simple hut where their sat a simple radio receiver the stranger lifted the transceiver
"Bentley, when I said, "any American would do", I should've mentioned that to a more specific line of things an American that wouldn't brag it to the rest of the WORLD"
"OW!, my ears!" the ringing noise picking up as it echoed. "Listen he was the only man who would come anywhere near the outskirts of Paris Sly! With all the pubs in this part of Europe having your face on their front porch, do you have any idea how hard it was to find that rust bucket?"
"They're beer sucked; couldn't you have found something more better to serve Dimitri?"
"And risk having to lose character? Those idiots may be idiots but they're people who come here often so they'll know when something's not right"
"It tasted like something had a bath in my drink"
"That's because something did, just for you" Sly did the effortless thing of throwing up.
"THAT'S DISGUSTING!" Bentley also did the favor of throwing up.
"When I get my hands on you I swear I will beat you until you pee blood!" sly slowly backs to a tree.
"Oh boo-hoo I feel so bad" Dimitri begins to drink a bottle of vodka making big gulping sounds in between each bottle. "Anyway did you get the invite"
"Yes, I got the invite what do you take me for some sort of common thief?" Sly brought the gold indented paper out looking it over. "So tell me gentlemen how would you like to see what a palace made of gold looks like?"
"I've already arranged for Murray to pick you up just keep walking south, I don't think it will be hard for you to see him, unless you're to drunk to tell what a giant fat hippo looks like." Dimitri said
"Oh please you're shitty beer would never be able to do such a thing" Sly spit out grabbing his staff from the hut, and taking a step out in to the cold weather, he pulled a can of kerosene out of his bag and threw it at the lighting it with a simple match. The hut burned. Sly's shadow illuminating across the frozen field. "For Germany"