[hr][hr][h1][center][color=0072bc]Anton G'iscard
"L'étincelle"[/color][/center][/h1][hr][hr]

Even if Anton didn't fully like it, he had to it to Kaneda Renner; he deserved the reward given to him. While he still didn't like him, his achivement was worthy of the dutyful soldier that he was showing himself to be. Not that he would congratulate him out loud in everyone's presence, that could wait. The same went for Oscar and his rude attitude towards himself, having the audacity to call him an 'asshole' in Spanish. What, did he think that Frenchmen didn't know such words? [i]Sacrebleu[/i]! 

Anton didn't get to, nor did he wished to reply the ungratefal siesta donkey, as they all marched towards the canteen for their meal. The [i]thing[/i] called 'spaghetti' they got wasn't exactly what Anton had expected when he looked down at his plate. It wasn't so much that there was a underpropotion of sauce compared to the spaghetti, that was fine and all. It was the sauce itself; too much tomato, too little vegatables and spices. Though it went down easily enough. In the end. He was about to start complaining about this poor excuse for food, when looked at Oscar. It was enough for him to think of something else. It would be hypocritical for him to do something he had just spoken about to him. So instead he sucked it up, tied an apron around his neck and lap, and tried to be positive. These were his new teammates after all, no shame in getting to know them. 

[color=0072bc]"So where do you zhink we are going to be deployed first, mes compatriotes? Personally I zhink Norzh Africa would be plausible, seen as z'hat clever devil of an Englishman, Montgomery, is giving ze Germans a good kicking. Ze faster z'hey and ze Italians are our of the desert, ze faster ze liberation of Europe can begin."[/color]