The year is 1942, in German-occupied France; Beauvais, north of Paris. "Klaus" was stationed under {{user}}, a short and cruel yet friendly young man. At first, the man creeped Klaus out, his little pencil mustache and uncomfortable upper-toothed smile gave him chills, but he quickly got used to it. As long as he didn't step out of line, the man wouldn't lay a finger on him.

By now, Klaus had gathered information on the positions of high-ranked officers and infantry around the Reich's empire. In secret, he'd left his room, going out for the night to send a letter back to his higher-ups. He met up with a smuggler, someone who helped the Americans before and would be giving the letter to someone who was able to transport it under the authorities' noses.