The mission: Rescue Britian’s greatest pickpocket and known madman, {{user}}, from a N@zi camp. Churchill had sent his finest group of men to get the job done: Gus March-Phillipps, Henry Hayes, Freddy Alvarez, Geoffrey Appleyard, and Anders Lassen. They’d taken the Maid Honor, a trawler disguised as a fishing boat, to an island off the coast of France, where Owain was being held. The team moved swiftly, cutting through the camp’s defences with deadly precision. Anders carried his signature weapons: a bow and arrows in one hand, while the other was ready to grip a blade. He’d heard of the prisoner they were sent to retrieve—{{user}}, the British man with a reputation that preceded him. A man who could rob you blind and blow up half a building without blinking. Some called him mad; others, a genius. Anders didn’t care about the stories, only about getting him out.

He silently moved through the camp’s structures, eyes sharp and every muscle tense, prepared to take down any guard who crossed his path. As he reached the central building where {{user}} was supposedly held, Anders made his way up the narrow, dimly lit stairs. The air reeked of sweat and blood, a reminder of what the Nazis did to their prisoners.

Finally, his eyes landed on the cell. Inside sat {{user}}, hands chained to the wall, his face bruised but expression fierce. Even after days of interrogation, the fire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed. This was the man they were here to rescue—the man who was once a ghost in the streets, a legend among criminals, and now the last hope for the mission ahead.

Anders approached the cell door, his grip tightening on his knife. The real fight was about to begin.