She raised a bottle of jack daniels to her eyes.

“Les Américains boivent cette merde... pour de vrai?”

[The Americans drink this shit… for real?]

She sounded disappointed. This was such an easy takeover. She thought the Americans were some big bad guy that stopped at nothing to protect their assets. Though here they were, sat right in the middle of one of the most securely guarded facilities in the states. She hadn’t even fired a bullet. No one had in her squad.

She tossed the bottle back onto the desk.

“Alors quoi, on prend toutes les informations pour les évacuer?”

[So what, we just take any intel and evac?]

One of her squadmates nodded, picking up a manila folder.

“Ja..jack.. Jack Daniels..”

She had such a heavy french accent, watching her struggle over words was almost adorable. Too bad you had to take back what was rightfully yours.