Paris, French S.S.R.
August 27th, 1942
"It's been a week since we took out that train. Our platoon's in the middle of Paris working with the Resistance. Rousseau, Maxis, and Gideon have a plan to sabotage the occupation. And that mean's striking it at its heart.
Logan had his back against a wooden beam with David across from him.
"Using the documents we obtained from the train, Rousseau and I will pose as Soviet officers to infiltrate the Garrison." Gideon explained.
"And Maxis shall lead the Resistance fighters into battle once the explosives go off." Rousseau added.
"It would be my honor." Maxis said.
"This way, Gentlemen." Rousseau said, putting her hand on Gideon's shoulder.
A metal door creaked open as Rousseau, Gideon, and the first platoon walked out onto the roof.
"The Garrison is run by Red Army General Anton Charkov. When he couldn't find me, he came for my parents. Then my husband. And finally my son. Tonight everything we've lost, everything we've fought for, will mean something. Tonight we take back our city."
"The Garrison." Gideon said, pointing to a building in the distance which had red banners featuring a yellow hammer and sickle. "Our contact there will supply us with explosives. And when we blow the gates, that'll be your signal to approach."
"We're counting on you." Rousseau said
"All right, soldiers. Let's get ready." Merrick said.
Logan, David, Elsa and Keegan walked away to prepare.
"The Commies Aren't gonna give up easily." David said.
"Hey, if we can survive Rorke, we can survive anything."
Gideon placed his hand on Logan's shoulder to stop and talk to him.
"I fought alongside him at Kasserine. We should all be so brave."
Gideon walked off as Rousseau spoke next.
"It won't be long now mes amis. But first we must enter the bear cave. See you there." She said as she disappeared back into the dark hallway.
Yes, yes, I know, it's been a while, and this isn't much to make up for that. I've been helping an author friend of mine write his own fanfics. I hope you guys understand.