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None of the operatives sent into [i]France[/i] spoke any [b]French?[/b] Was British intelligence that bad, or were these just the best they had? Dear Lord. [i]"Madamoiselle,"[/i] He switched to the Frankish language with fluidity and grace. [i]"I can assure you we are not, and nonetheless, in a contest between us, I unfortunately do not rate you very highly, esepcially without that pistol you have. Please take us to wherever you were going to take our friend here immediately, before the rest of the boche turn up and decide that our flesh would be better suited with many little holes in it."[/i]

Then, he turned to Taras. "I know that accent. Don't presume us anything more than allies of convienience [b]Comrade."[/b] The word was dripping with sarcasm. "Nonetheless. I think it best we vacate the area immediately. My previous colleagues will be rallying themselves." Before he could continue, Reaper emerged again.

[color=ed1c24]"The Krieger sisters. Donner and Blitzen. Those two reindeer will be coming, and they'll bring with them heavier firepower than the peashooters you just had firing at you."[/color]