The intelligence network the Germans had managed to put up was surprisingly effective and large. Perhaps it was because some people simply disliked their neighbors more than the occupying forces, or then it was because giving information to the Germans might save at least your own skin. Standartenführer Schmidt and his men had by now struck to one of their targets - it had been a small cellar with two entrances and four little windows. Their plan had been simple and horrifyingly effective. The men had readied themselves on the doors while Schmidt had thrown a smoke grenade through one of the windows to cause panic. The doors were soon kicked in and smg fire had silenced the room.

When the smoke cleared Schmidt and his men checked the cellar for survivors - that was a job the Standartenführer chose to do himself, but his men were close by and ready in case any of the possible survivors would be armed. He spoke very kindly and calmly to a young Frenchwoman who was shaking from head to toe. He assured her that she would not be harmed - for the moment at least he spoke truthfully, the dead cannot give information. He helped the woman up and - while still speaking french - gave a few orders to his men, who politely escorted the woman to a car that had been waiting outside.

Some time later the black clad, well armed group was heading towards their next destination - another hideout of the resistance. Schmidt shook his head slightly and wondered if this time would be as easy as the last one had been?