After months with the new resistance cell and Felix was content. He was often on loan to other cells but still operated with his own. All in all he had pulled the trigger on twelve Germans. Eleven had died; one was still alive though paralyzed. He knew the streets, the bartenders, the mechanics. The city was his. His new family he learned included some of the best one could have to fight with. Felix longed to check in with his sister but he stayed away, knowing that the little assassin was always watching.
One day Sean came into their base with news; Germany, Italy, and Japan were now at war with America as well. Garet was elated for now he felt justified in his actions. He made mention that he knew a Japanese boy named Susa who was in America for a short time before going back. He hoped that he wasn't involved but swore that if he was he wouldn't hesitate to blow him to hell. Felix admired this; anyone against them would die and anyone not for them was against them. Sean had remained quiet but spoke up that ultimatums should be avoided. Regardless of beliefs, they had a new ally and a better chance of winning.
In the coming months the resistance became better organized to the point that the Germans seemed to be helpless. They would be on the run and often times Italian officers on loan would be the new targets. "We can't kill every German, we need to take our time and make them think the fight is even." This was Brigg's reasoning, that if the German losses were too great they might turn their guns on civilians.
The fighting continued. Felix had members of other cells go to the café Jenna worked at just to check on her. They always said she was smiling. She had taken up smoking now as well. Other than that Felix could only hope for the best. He was beginning to guide escaped prisoners of war to checkpoints either to Spain or Switzerland which meant he was spending less time with his cell. But anything that harassed the Nazis was something he would volunteer for. It's what he fed upon, how he dreamed. It consumed him.
He was outdone only by Sean who seemed to be everywhere at once. Though no one knew how he was able to stay awake Sean had been taking stimulants. His body was weakening everyday but he persisted. To reassure his friends he said that he would look better once he breathe in the air of Copenhagen. "The smell of German expansionism of the soil of the snobbish French is enough to damage everyone's health." Even Felix got a smile out of this. In a quiet moment to Ouranos though, Sean confessed that he saw his body as temporary, not long in this world. "I will die soon. This is dangerous work so I will die soon. We all may. I want to make sure I get use out of my body because once I die, that's it. I'll not be living to an old age. Better to serve my time now." Ouranos would let him sleep well into the day and brief him on the way to missions. If he woke him at 7:00 when they would normally be briefed for assignments, Sean might have gotten four hours of sleep. "The toll is great on us all but to some you cannot imagine." he would say.
Into late 1942 they fought until their band began to break. Other cells had taken casualties and it was a miracle none had been killed. It had to happen eventually. On an operation in the woods a mine took one of Briggs' legs and a German sergeant who was playing dead was able to wound Felix. He had been shot in the stomach and slouched down into his jeep when it was riddled with fire. When Felix approached it the man fired randomly, only to be opened up by Garet's shotguns. Felix took a bullet in the shoulder and was in a bed for over a month. Briggs was with him the entire time.
"I'm a liability. Here I am, wounded but not dead. A foreigner who can't get out." Eventually they bribed some people to get him into Spain where a ship would take him back to England. His adopted son Eoleo went with him. The cell was down one man.
Winter came around and one day while out and about Felix took a stroll past Jenna's. He vowed not to go within a few blocks but maybe if he could get a quick look just to see that she was alright for himself, he knew he would feel better. He rounded a corner and just before he decided to turn back he saw a dark coat with a patch of blonde hair at the top.
"Guten Morgen." said a smiling Colonel. "It's me, your old friend Isaac, remember?" Felix tried to pull his gun but He felt one press behind him. "Ivan, always one quick with the gun. Danke. Anyways your sister is fine. Let's talk for a bit. I know a place."