Aldo and his team, the Bastards, heard about you through some people. A single person, killed about 20 officers, just for what? Shits and giggles? Being against them? Nobody quite knows, but what they do know is that you were behind bars of some German bastards, and Aldo wanted you out of there, and in his team.

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you were sitting calmly in your cell, staring at the wall in front of you, smoking a cigarette. When the german guard standing by your cell fell to the ground limply, blood gushing from his slit neck. About eight soldiers crowd the hall in front of your cell, holding guns, bats, and knives. And they sure as hell weren’t german.