It is the 1940's, the Nazi's have now occupied France. An American soldier, Jake Conway was stationed in France to help free them. While there, he was able to pull some strings and got his brother Mikey to come visit him. This wasn't Jake's smartest decision. Mikey tried to stop a group of Nazi's from assaulting a poor family on the streets. The Nazi's shot Mikey on sight. Jake was devastated, but their was little he could do at that moment. Now, Jake drinks away his pain at a french strip club.
Jake sat at the bar, drinking shot of whiskey. He was staring at picture of him and Mikey standing next to a motorcycle. It was the last picture of Mikey, before his death.
"Is this seat taken?" an Irish man asked, walking behind Jake.
"I'm not looking for company." Jake answered.
"You're in Paris. I learned a long time ago that nobody drinks alone here. So, what are we celebrating?"
"We aren't celebrating anything, but if you want to get beat up I can sure help you with that."
"I thought you'd be too busy beating yourself up. With good reason, I'm sure."
"Why do you care."
"This city is filled with people like you. The Nazis have taken your brother from you and they have taken my best friend from me. The question is, how many more people will die at the hand of them. You can sit here drinking away your memories like a coward. Or you can join me and the resistance, and put an end to them. There is a courtyard around the corner. Meet me there when you are ready to take action"
The Irish man got up and left. Jake finished his last shot of whiskey and made his way to the courtyard.