"Isaac, guten Morgen." A stout German general with an uncombed moustache greeted the officer with a pat on the shoulder. "Your hunting went well?"
"All but one. And with that smuggler dead we hope the resistance will lose some of its ground here." That was his mission, to pacify the fighters in the North of France.
"Well you've done it so well that the Wise One has a new mission for you." The fat man smiled as Isaac glared at him.
"You know the Fuhrer hates being called that."
"That may be but back to what I was saying. You have been given a command of your own. You are being transferred to the Russian front." The general handed the young man his orders. "It's a great honor for the poster boy of our party."
Smiling Isaac ran his hand through his blond hair. "Yes well not all can be one of the superior race. I'm just thankful I have a brain to use, it's my best weapon. Might I ask general who will replace me for hunting down resistance fighters?"
"That honor goes to me. That's part of the reason for your being relived."
With his smile gone the Lieutenant Colonel saluted and said, "I stand relived." Turning to leave, he briskly walked to clear out his office in the building for he left that night at 11:30. Once out of earshot of his superior he muttered, "The brain in my head shall serve the Russians, but not you anymore or your lack of one, you pig."
Felix reached the edge of the woods exhausted. He had only one place to go but didn't want to until night. If he went home he would put his sister Jenna in danger. Their parents had been killed when it was discovered they were Jewish. Felix had gotten some false papers for himself and Jenna but he was a suspect for crimes against the Nazis. Still he was out of options.
Isaac sat down at a restaurant and ordered, "Kaffee." It was brought to him by a charming redheaded French girl. "Danke."
It was not customary to wear a uniform in case the resistance was watching and despite being told he wouldn't return, Isaac knew he would return as soon as his superior had messed up badly enough. They needed him here. The other advantage of being out of uniform meant that he could drink in public. Bringing out a flask of liquor he added some to his coffee.
By the time his second cup came Isaac took notice of his waitress and told her to sit down. She did for she knew he was German and therefore in a position to take such advantages. They didn't speak until the waitress asked if she could leave. "I'd prefer if you stayed here." When asked if she would lose pay for fraternizing with customers he handed her a bank note for 5 francs. "That should buy you some time. Tell me about yourself now."
"My name is Jenna and I'm French."
"And I am German. What of it. It's not like I'm a solder." Lying worked well to get women into bed. "Are you afraid of me?"
"Maybe a little." This was an understatement made obvious by Jenna's shaking hands.
"Don't be. I only want to talk. I'm going home tonight and just want to talk to someone."
So they did. She mentioned how she was on her own and he continued the lies. By the end of it all Jenna believed that the young man she was talking to was Austrian and a bookseller who also traveled on behalf of an employer. While somewhat true (His mother was Austrian and Isaac had won a prize in school for selling the most copies of Mien Kampf for a contest) Isaac knew he would have to step up his game. The cognac in his pocket aided him well. When he secretly admitted that he was a resistance fighter in Austria he was given a kiss on the chin. They had been talking for several hours now and the sun had set.
"Oh no I have to go home. I shouldn't have stayed so long."
"Nonsense I shall escort you." Isaac offered his arm to her and dropped down twenty three francs on the table. "I doubt after that tip your boss with think of firing you. Besides I leave tonight, and francs will do no good in Vienna."
At learning this brave man was leaving soon and that she may never see him again Jenna became less restrained. They touched all the way back to her place. Entering they found someone was already there.
"Felix?" Jenna stood in amazement with her blouse partially undone.
"Ah the brother you spoke of. Greetings." Isaac approached with his arm outstretched. Felix just stared at the man. "Well I should probably let you two speak. I have a train to catch anyways." And with that he departed.
"Jenna…you're sleeping with a Nazi?"
She tried defending the man she barely knew for half an hour to her brother who had just lost his friend that morning and who were lying in the mud for all he knew. Felix was not going to tolerate any German near his sister. They fought but in the end Jenna gave Felix some bread and sent him on his way. He had vowed not to return. In case someone had seen him that morning or in case they were watching him he would not put his sister in danger. He departed after giving her a hug and taking the revolver he had kept hidden there.
"Sir if I could have a minute of your time." The Lieutenant Colonel took out his pistol and pointed it at Felix's back after he had left the house. "Perhaps you could tell me where you were this morning? Do you always go for a walk in the woods with weapons in hands? You are easy to recognize if you don't mind me saying."
"You're the bastard who slaughtered us?"
"Funny, that bald man said the same thing just before I shot him. No survivors besides you I'd like to point out." Isaac smiled and told Felix to turn around. "I will tell you what shall happen now. I am leaving to go to another front. You will go to another resistance cell I imagine. Well I'm sure we will meet again. But I also will keep your sister in my thoughts. Ivan come out."
A short man stepped into view. "This is my body guard who I shall now reassign. Ivan you have done well to keep me safe. Now do the same to the girl in this house." Ivan returned to the shadows. "Now Felix was it? Anyways you will also stay away from your sister. Ivan will shoot you if you try I imagine. He's a good shot as well. You saw him pick off that smuggler. So until we see each other again…and I'm sure we will, best wishes. Keep your head down until I have the next opportunity to put a bullet in it myself. Auf Wiedersehen." With that he departed.
Felix left in a different direction and didn't get far before a car sped in front of him and the people got out, aiming their guns at him. With his revolver pointed back he aimed between the eyes of a large man who bore a shotgun. Another man off to the side spoke. "Resistance perhaps?"