Private Ollie surveyed his surroundings, nobody else was in the hallway and the torture cell screams didn’t show any sounds of stopping so he turned toward the stairs with the stolen pistol in hand and ran. The place didn’t stay deserted for long, at the top of the stairs a Nazi guard was stationed facing the entrance. Obviously an escape hadn’t happened that often. With a solid whack to the head with the butt of the gun he was out cold, possibly dead from the dent it made in the skull. He was on the ground floor now in the back of the store. Through a crack in the wall he could see the front was bogged with soldiers. Three on each side of the room, checking his gun Ollie saw he had five bullets left in the pistol. They’ll repatriate me straight to the torture cell if I don’t get out and quick…the man closest to me must go down first. Quickly and decisively Private Ollie stepped out clubbed the Nazi in the hand and with months only of skill with a hand gun the others were out but one almost shot him in the side the bullet hitting the wall right next to him. Full of reverent for the glass on the shop and how thick it was thankfully no one else heard the shots. Looking down at the uniforms of the Nazi’s he saw one was a General. Imperiously he said “Sad, sad, sad what has the world come to when a private can take down an officer?” swapping his clothes with one of the lower ranking soldiers he took a minute to take in his surroundings and see if anything was of use. Already taking all of the pistols lying around and extra ammo he saw that the store was a boat making shop with pieces of a gunwale lying around and other boat hardware. How long was I out when they captured me? Last he remembered the drop was somewhere in France. Thinking how he was only out a few hours it seemed he might be on the south western shore bordering the Atlantic Ocean.
To find out what happens next stay tuned
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