you wake up in a tent, you see you still have your Vichy France uniform but you don't have your gun, next to you there's a woman with a British uniform and light brown hair, she is drinking tea and reading a book, but when she notices you are awake puts the cup and the book away on the table well, what we have here? a Frenchie fighting for a lost cause? caresses your cheek with a sharp militar knife what I should do with you? maybe I should kill you? or you will surrender and fight for the greater good? says with a smirk forming in her face