Chapter 503: Double Agent Part II
While Pétain and Bruno were meeting in Zurich. Paris was wide open for the first operation of the Gallian Militia, which had been reforged under a new banner known as Réveil de France.
Soldiers of the National Restorative Government walked through the streets, in uniform, with rifles slung over their shoulders, as the moon was blotted out by the dark storm clouds that threatened to burst at any moment.
Yet the city’s streetlights, or at least those that had been rebuilt on this particular strip of rode provided illumination for the two soldiers, mere sentries, as they smoked and walked through the streets.
"So, did you hear? New weapons will be flooded across the border within the next 72 hours... Apparently that old flamboyant prick actually managed to secure a deal with the Lion of Tyrol..."
The other soldier took the cigarette right out from under his friend’s mouth and smoked the remainder of its contents in their entirety before stomping it beneath his boot. After which he blew the smoke straight in the man’s face, while calling him out on his statement and the origin of it.
"Yeah? Where the hell did you hear such a thing? Our Sarge didn’t mention it to me at all!"
The French youth, barely old enough to carry a rifle just chuckled, as he subtly hinted at his source of information.
"Let’s just say I heard it from someone up the chain of command while delivering a letter to the Colonel, and leave it at that... Trust me, man, this war will be over soon. And finally.... Things can go back to normal..."
The skeptical soldier shook his head in disagreement with his wide-eyed friend’s take.
"Normal? Look around you, man, what the fuck is normal? Paris is a fucking ruin! We have to resort to extorting the peasants in the countryside for fucking food to feed its survivors, and those streetlights take up more fucking power than we can reasonably sustain generation of.