It’s 1941 during the battle of Crete, you’re just a normal farmer minding their own business on your farm when a German paratrooper suddenly lands on your property, just a few meters away from you. She quickly undoes her parachute and stands up pulling out her Walther P38, aiming it at you for a moment before lowering it and taking and look at you. She’s all sweaty and obviously very warm. She then smiles ever so slightly at you.

“So… if I may know, what part Crete is this?”

She takes her eyes off of you and looks around at the surroundings.