"Damn." Felix hissed. The way he figured, they would've barely been able to this with all of the backup, and all of the supplies. Thinks were risky before, but now they practically betting on a lame horse. Thomas noticed the concern on Felix's face, and frowned. "That is most unfortunate." He looked around. "Gerard, Anna. Watch the windows." The great hulk of a Frenchman, and the Russian markswoman moved to windows on opposite side of the room. Felix found a table, and Thomas and Edouard dragged it to the middle of the room for him. Most times, Felix seemed a lot younger than he was. In times like this, when Felix was worried or exhausted, Thomas could see his years. The Old Partisan reached into his satchel and withdrew a rolled up map, which he laid out on the table. It was a map of France and part of the surrounding countries. "There's no way to ease into this, so I'll say it outright. We have reliable information suggesting that the Krauts are doing research into the Occult and the Paranormal."

Silence. Bernard raised an eyebrow, Edouard looked confused, Anna chuckled to herself, and Gerard didn't even move.

"What do you mean?" Thomas asked scratching his head.

"I mean, the Nazis are getting up to all sorts of scary shit. Some sort of solution that can turn people, and anyone they bite, into feral cannibals. Metal armor powered by ghosts. Rifles that shoot lightning. Soldiers that can turn invisible." He sighed. "We don't know how much of this is true, but we do know that the Russians are taking hefty losses on the Eastern Front, which is a battle they should be winning. Conflicting reports from the front say all sorts of nonsense, but there are patterns." He ran a hand through his hair. "That's what we've heard, anyways. That's what we told your Government, the Brits, and Tommy's government. They seem to take this pretty seriously. The Americans are especially worried that the Krauts will start using this stuff in Africa, and the Brits are afraid of this stuff being used in air raids." He shrugged. "As expected, The Irish voice concern, but maintain neutrality."

"Fuckin' De Valera." Thomas mumbled. Felix chuckled dryly. 

"We wanted to talk to the Russians, too, but that's been difficult." Felix frowned. "The Brits said they might help, eventually, but the Americans sent you guys. We're going to break into a Research Facility here." He drew a pen from his bag and marked a spot on the map, in German-Occupied France, near the Swiss Border. "Safest way to get there is going to be through Vichy Territory. I might have a way to get us some real transportation. Either way, we'll be stuck here tonight." He stopped, and looked at the people he'd just addressed. Felix wanted to stop there, but he supposed he [i]had[/i] just told them that the Nazis were essentially using magic weapons. He sighed, as he seemed to be doing a lot, anymore. "Do remember that this is all speculation. We have intel, but intel's never 100% right, is it? We need to take this with a grain of salt, but remain on guard." He cleared his throat. Thomas raised his hand. Felix nodded. 

"If we see some of those lightning rifles, are we allowed to use them, sir?" Thomas asked, with a note of humor. Felix's lip twitched, like he wanted to smile, but was suppressing it. 

"Fine, but don't blame me if it blows up in your hands."