It was a cloudy day. "Don't let it rain. Not the rain." Felix would have to live with disappointment as the skies opened up. "Just like that day. The day I led Kaja and the others to slaughter. Now I do the same to my friends."
The plan would be simple; while an advance guard distracts the convoy's protection and retreat to draw them away, the main group would proceed and destroy the supplies. Felix had convinced every resistance cell he knew of to join the fight. They had fifty-six men laying in wait for the convoy. Felix, Garet, Sean, and Ouranos were all part of the advance guard and when the vehicles came churning along, they lead the charge and opened with a volley. The Germans ducked for cover but had faced losses. A few grenades were lobbed at them and it looked like the tiny advance guard would be able to rout the force by themselves. However at the signal, the resistance fled. They had not lost one man and their plan looked like it was working; the Germans were following them.
A shot rang out and Ouranos fell. He fell backwards though, for the shot had come from the direction they were retreating. The large man tried to get up and was aided by Sean, but he knew the wound was fatal. Now the other members of the advance guard were being shot at. They made it back to the main body who were busy engaging the convoy. The problem was that the convoy was carrying men, not supplies. Hundreds of Germans were swarming the woods, beyond that were others who had intercepted the advance guard, beyond that were snipers like the one who likely shot Ouranos, and beyond that was unknown. It was a well set up ambush.
Felix knew that he couldn't save anyone now. The only course of action was to find their commander. That bastard wouldn't make it out of these woods alive. All he could see though was the steel helmets of German infantrymen and no officers. Finding cover he took his riffle and fired was round he had. Several enemies dropped but they were replaced. If he could convince them to surrender than he might make a run for the heart of the convoy where some jeeps were driving. Tying his last two grenades to the rifle he removed the pins and tossed it out to where the Germans were heavily concentrated. They either bought it and were killed or fled because when the explosion went off there were bodies but no one else to apprehend Felix. Next he moved to the jeeps but came upon a few men looking another way. With his pistol he killed them, one with a shot in the head, the other two in the back when they didn't see him. Reloading he spotted an officer, waist high out of an armoured unit that was behind the jeeps. He had a Colonel's insignia and had blonde hair. Isaac.
Racing at the officer he didn't even notice that he was being shot at. Not one bullet hit him in his mad dash. Climbing on the vehicle the officer reached for his Luger but lost sight of Felix as he jumped to a point above the opening. Isaac recovered but quickly turned and shot another resistance fighter who had seen Felix charge and tried to help him. The man fell in front of the vehicle and was crushed. Felix was out of sight again as the Nazi looked about. Clearing his throat, Felix popped up from behind and grabbed his enemy's arm before he could aim his Luger. And with his pistol his emptied eight rounds into the man.
Victory.
A bullet went through Felix's leg. He collapsed and fell onto the man he just killed who lost his hat. A blonde wig came off with it. Jumping down from a tree was Colonel Isaac, pleased how well his trap within a trap had worked. "I feel like a cup of tea. And some cheese."
Elsewhere Sean, Ouranos, and Garet were struggling to make good their escape. The kept running into men scattered throughout the woods and every other man who had tried to fight their way out with them had fallen. Coming upon a stream they crossed it and went up over the other side to crouch behind a fallen tree. "I'm thinking you should be going now." Ouranous whispered into Sean's ear. Germans had seen them duck behind the tree and were wading through the stream and without time for any response or protest, he leapt upon two men. Sean was lying in shock as his partner fought with the men. Garet had to take him away from the scene. They made it out but Ouranos fell after he had clubbed the first man to death and shot the second. Another man came and put a second bullet into his chest. "Dying in a body of water…heh it's not as bad as I had thought."
Garet and Sean made it back to their basement hideout. They spend an hour just staring at the ground. At one point there was a knock on the door but rather than a comrade returning, it was a homeless man seeking shelter. Garet gave him a crack upside the jaw. When he returned he found Sean packing. "I'm going to go now. I think I'm done fighting for awhile. I'll leave you the guns other than my pistol, and I'm not taking much food either so when Ouranos gets back you can let him have some of the… well there's anything you want in there." Garet stood in disbelief. Was Sean crazy or was he just upset? Regardless he was earnest to go. When asked where he would go to all he said was "Somewhere without fighting." Garet assumed he meant a neutral nation but he could never be sure. He had picked up some French in his time fighting but now he was all alone.