Felix was surrounded by four men. He had been driven to a basement in the city in a car not sure who these people were. All he knew is that maybe they were in the resistance as well but they were the ones who outgunned him so he had little choice. They went down and one of them turned on the lights. The room was full of weaponry and German helmets with holes in them.
"You are resistance." exclaimed Felix. He saw each face clearly now. There was a large yet kind looking man. Ouranos was his name, a Czechoslovakian Jew who had fought his entire way to France. The next was a stoic man, the Danish born Sean. He had fled Copenhagen and joined several other cells before settling with his current group. Next was a gruff English sailor, Briggs who had crashed on the coast and had been fighting ever since. Last was another large man, an American who was in Spain at the time the war broke out. His name was Garet and his scraggly beard and muscles made him look like a rough fighter. He refused to be caught without a shotgun of some sort, either a pump shotgun or his sawed off double barrel shotgun that because of its size, Garet would call a pistol. A cigar smoldered in his lips and looked like it would drop whenever he spoke though he needed another to say what he meant because he was the only one who didn't speak French.
After the introductions Felix was invited to join the group. They had learned of his cells successes and had found him before the Nazis could track him down. They took him through the routines of their cell, offered him whatever guns he wanted, and showed him a small room for him to use. He was uncertain of these new friends but they seemed earnest. Felix could tell they wanted him because he knew the area best.
They had lost their only French member a few weeks prior, a woman who was caught spying. Her name was Chaucha and she had married Briggs a few months after he joined the group. He had adopted her child from her first husband and he now was determined to kill any German soldier. He worked with Garet as a team. Briggs would aim for the officers while Garet pridded himself on the enlisted. Sean and Ouranos were the other team. Ouranos drove the getaway car while Sean pulled the trigger, eliminating collaborators and spies. The two also would sabotage German vehicles on the side. Felix didn't how much he could contribute but he would in whatever way he could.
Isaac arrived in Russia on a train. He stepped out, dressed in his new uniform, as a full Colonel. "Corporal, over here." he ordered. The enlisted man approached him. "Where is everyone? Is this what life is like along the front?"
The man only laughed and explained that the front was thirty miles east. "You must be our new commander. I should explain what we do. We're responsible for securing the little towns that the main army passed by. If you were wanting glory you're in the wrong place."
"Might I ask why you don't salute?" The private explained that the area wasn't entirely secure so in case of snipers they had better not show who the superior rank was. Nevertheless Isaac insisted. "Salute to me now." The private complied and immediately a shot rang out. It missed Isaac though barely. "Ah, that's what I love. Being important enough to be shot at above others. To hear the whistle of the bullets. Let's get moving. Show me my place of command."
The two took off as another bullet struck the earth near their feet. "Because they are shooting at us we have a right to attack, am I correct?" The private explained that though technically yes it wasn't a strong argument. "Don't forget who is in command. I'm the one being shot at and I want you to level that city. If there are survivors find out if they are Jewish and kill them. Now carry out my orders."
Later that night Isaac received a report that almost four hundred Russian civilians had been killed. "Good, now go to the next town and do the same."