R&R

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(append: ?SideBar)[\ [[Home]] [[Introduction]] [[Das Wiesel]] [[Hammer]] [[Boulangerie]] [[Tex]] [[Knuckle Sandwich]] [[Kickstart]] [[Dark Alley]] [[Take out the Trash]] [[Tagged]] [[Swerve]] [[The Seine]] [[Enduro]] [[Croissants! Mon Dieu!]] [[Birdbrains]] [[Lucky Lefty]] [[Monsieur Eiffel]] [[Upstairs]] [[Ground Level]] [[No Entry]] [[Ambush]] [[Dog Pound]] [[Picky, Picky]] [[Interrogation]] [[Doggone]] [[Blown Open]] [[Nicknames]] [[Map]] ]

(size: 2)+(font: "Bebas Neue")[Operation Name] (size: 1.25)[WW II] $head[Tagline] [All we wanted was a little R&R in Paris.] [[Das Wiesel]]

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$head[Mission] **Das Wiesel** $head[Intro] February, 1945. Dogface and I were on a little R&R in some Parisian cabaret. We were both much happier looking at the French ladies kick up their ruffled skirts than at snow, tanks, and artillery. $head[Resolution] A pair of uniformed Germans broke in, overturning tables. They were shouting "das Wiesel" and headed straight for Dogface. He was clearly a dog, not a weasel, but they kidnapped him anyway. [[Hammer]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Hammer** $head[Intro] Then a few more Nazi grunts thought they could take me, too. We call him Dogface because he thinks he's handsome. They call me Hammer because my punches really pound, and these Gerries were about to learn that. $head[Resolution] I can take on two guys. Maybe three. But soon the cabaret was flooded with Gerries. I laid two of them on the cabaret floor--maybe they could look further up the ladies' dresses. I escaped through a dressing room. Excusez-moi, mesdames. [[Boulangerie]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Tex** $head[Intro] We agreed on a few different cabarets in advance, and I got lucky and found Tex in the first one I checked. We called him Tex because he was from Kansas. Suddenly another group of Gerries showed up, calling both of us other names. $head[Resolution] Tex stood up and started reaching for his Colt like a real gunslinger. "Easy there, cowboy," I said. He laughed just a little while I cracked my knuckles, getting ready. [[Knuckle Sandwich]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Boulangerie** $head[Intro] The Nazis ran after me down some alleys, yelling in that awful language of theirs. I knocked over some crates and trash cans, and I even ran through a boulangerie. Yeah, that's a fancy word. A fella can be tough and smart, you know. $head[Resolution] The Nazis seemed to get into some sort of argument with the owner of that bread store, and by then, I was gone. But I needed some of my buddies if I was going to rescue Dogface. And I thought I knew where to find some. [[Tex]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Knuckle Sandwich** $head[Intro] I socked one of the Nazis right in the eye, and Tex picked up another one and threw him onto a table full of food. "I guess that's why they call it a knuckle sandwich!" I yelled to him. But he quickly had his hands full again. $head[Resolution] Where were all these Gerries coming from? One of them had Tex in a headlock, so I punched him hard in the gut. "This is more fun than Topeka, ain't it?" I said as we ran outside, narrowly escaping. [[Kickstart]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Kickstart** $head[Intro] The Gerries were dumb enough to leave a few motorcycles outside, and I wasn't averse to a little vehicle theft. They were BMWs. Never thought I'd be the kind of guy to own one, even if it was stolen. $head[Resolution] Tex and I both kickstarted the bikes and peeled away. I yelled out a plan: we needed to find our buddy Lefty. But Tex thought we should hide out for a bit. Of course he'd want to suck the joy out of a joyride. [[Dark Alley]] [[Tagged]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Dark Alley** $head[Intro] We steered behind a clothing shop. A haberdashery, I might call it, but Tex wouldn't understand. Probably no haberdashers in Kansas. Probably no Germans hunting us, either. Somehow they found us, and were advancing. $head[Resolution] Tex and I make a good team. He throws a pretty mean roundhouse, and I pounded the goons like I always did. Soon we had a trio of knocked-out Nazis at our feet. [[Take out the Trash]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Take out the Trash** $head[Intro] We needed to cover our tracks. Where do you dump Nazi garbage? In the trash, of course. We stuffed the smallest guy into a can, dragged the other behind some boxes. Nothing but garbage here, mes amis. $head[Resolution] We thought we heard more bikes nearby, so we left the alley in the opposite direction. This was a lot less rest and relaxation than I had signed up for. [[Tagged]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Tagged** $head[Intro] We were still winding down some side streets when I saw something glinting. I stopped. They were GI dog tags. And they had Dogface's serial number. Our dog had lost his tags, but at least we were on the right path. $head[Resolution] I tossed the tags to Tex. "Looks like we've got a lost dog," I said. I began to say something else, but again two Gerries had found us, roaring up behind us on their bikes, aiming pistols. [[Swerve]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Swerve** $head[Intro] Never thought I'd be weaving through the streets on Paris on a stolen German motorcycle. Tex and I swerved around startled citizens. Guess they never thought they'd see something like me, either. $head[Resolution] The Nazis were gaining, and I knew we needed something drastic. Our options were blurred with speed. We could try ditching the bikes in the river, rocketing over a bridge, or demolishing a rapidly upcoming croissant stand. [[The Seine]] [[Enduro]] [[Croissants! Mon Dieu!]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **The Seine** $head[Intro] The river was choked with ice, and I was contemplating choking Tex as we flew down an embankment toward rapidly approaching water. I hoped we could stop in time. $head[Resolution] I barely had enough time to jump off the bike before it disappeared into the Seine. Tex did the same. We hid under a bridge, hoping we wouldn't be found. But as for rescuing Dogface, we were all washed up. **Water and gasoline don't mix. Choose a different path to successfully complete your mission.** [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Enduro** $head[Intro] There are some many problems in life that be solved by the application of more speed, as this sure as hell was one of them. I twisted the throttle and flew even faster with Tex close behind and the Nazis too close behind. $head[Resolution] I looked behind me for a moment, and all I saw was a cloud of smoke and dirt. I had made those Nazis literally eat dust. Though it might have tasted better than anything our mess sergeant makes. [[Lucky Lefty]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Croissants! Mon Dieu!** $head[Intro] We needed a distraction and if I meant I got a good piece of bread out of it, then that sweetened the deal, literally. Tex and I smashed into the terrified baker's stand. Bread and French curse words went everywhere. $head[Resolution] I knew how to throw a grenade. But a croissant was somehow different as I tossed one at an advancing Gerry. It was kind of like a grenade. A buttery, flaky, and much less useful grenade. [[Birdbrains]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Lucky Lefty** $head[Intro] Tex and I barely caught our breath when we heard a single bike roar up from the opposite direction. We were ready to fight when we saw it was Lefty, his left hand (of course) raised in greeting. $head[Resolution] Lefty had heard all of the commotion of the bikes and gunshots and figured we had something to do with it. He wasn't dumb, even if he was left-handed. He had some intel leading to a landmark. [[Monsieur Eiffel]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Birdbrains** $head[Intro] The Gerries were done fooling around. They started firing pistol rounds from their bikes. And, frankly, I was already done with being shot at by Nazis. $head[Resolution] I threw the rest of the croissants I caught to the right of me, literally leaving a breadcrumb trail. Of course, then I veered left, and Tex followed. We waited off a side street while the Gerries followed the bread. Just like stupid pigeons. [[Lucky Lefty]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Monsieur Eiffel** $head[Intro] If you ask me, the Eiffel Tower looks like Monsieur Eiffel was trying to compensate for his shortcomings, if you get my drift. But Lefty heard rumors about Dogface and "das Wiesel" that led us there. $head[Resolution] Lefty heard there was a secret room at the top of the tower. But I wanted to search on the ground. Listen, I ain't afraid of heights. It's more the fall that worries me. [[Upstairs]] [[Ground Level]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Upstairs** $head[Intro] Climbing what seemed like a thousand steps up some crazy metal structure was not my idea of rest and relaxation. But I kept slowly climbing up, because it was better than very quickly going down. $head[Resolution] Fine. The view from the tower was pretty, okay? But the situation was ugly: we found no trace of Dogface. "Looks like we barked up the wrong tower," Lefty said. Nobody laughed. **This wasn't a time to go sightseeing. Choose a different path to successfully complete your mission.** [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Ground Level** $head[Intro] We tried to blend in the best we could, three American GIs looking for clues for their kidnapped buddy. Which means we didn't blend in at all. I just pretended our fashion was ahead of its time. $head[Resolution] Near one of the pillars of the tower, I found a little depression in the dirt and a grate that blocked a passage leading downward. I called Tex and Lefty over. "I've got a grate idea," I said. I thought I was clever. [[No Entry]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Ambush** $head[Intro] Tex had some street smarts about him, something I didn't think they taught in Kansas. We made agitated sounds at the grate, hoping to lure a guard into our trap. $head[Resolution] And it worked. "Greetings from the United States," I said as I quickly struck a punch under the guard's ribcage. I then proceeded to liberate him from the keyring in his hand and the Luger in his holster. We went in. [[Dog Pound]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Picky, Picky** $head[Intro] Lefty really did know how to work with his hands. He pulled out some weird little tool and within thirty seconds the gate was open. Which was good, because it sounded like some bikes were thirty-one seconds away. $head[Resolution] Lefty carefully closed the grate behind us, just enough so we wouldn't get locked in. We didn't know where we were going, but some Nazi yelling "das Wiesel!" was enough to give us a clue. [[Interrogation]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Blown Open** $head[Intro] I've never been much for subtlety. If Dogface was in this bunker, I'd rather get him out loudly and quickly. We blew our way in. Nazis came streaming out of dark hallways, but I had confidence and a Colt. $head[Resolution] Whatever I couldn't hit, Tex and Lefty easily picked up. We finally found Dogface in a makeshift office with radio equipment, tied up but unharmed. I threw him a Walther I had lifted off a Nazi thug. [[Nicknames]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Dog Pound** $head[Intro] We heard some low howling. I didn't know whether it was a call to us or actual despair. But it was Dogface's trademark--he leaned into the name. We neutralized a few more Gerries along the way. $head[Resolution] And then we found him in a makeshift cell. "Looks like a pretty lousy kennel," I said to him as I turned the key in the lock. His eyes said it all. "Good dog," I said, as we ran back toward the exit and freedom. **Congratulations! You were this man's best friend! You've unlocked the XXXX!** [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Doggone** $head[Intro] Lefty made short work of tying up the two guards with the rope that had been used on Dogface. I swear, he was like a magician. "Nice rope trick," I said. "Presto-change-o," Lefty said, and we started our way out. $head[Resolution] When we got back outside, Dogface licked me on the cheek. It was as close to a thank you as I was going to get. "Let's weasel our way out of here," I said, tipping my hat at my buddies, as we slid into the crowds of Paris. **Congratulations, you rescued Dogface! Give yourself a pat on the head! You've unlocked the XXXX!** [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Nicknames** $head[Intro] And then we blasted our way back out. Most Gerries took one look at their fallen comrades and decided against the same fate. The more foolhardy ones were about to meet with our guns. $head[Resolution] After we escaped, I said, "Well, Dogface, you were a bad boy." He looked at me strangely then said, "Mein Name ist das Wiesel." He smiled. "And I've got some weaselly stories to tell." **You've freed Dogface, but you might have to change his nickname! Congratulations! You've unlocked the XXXX!** [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **No Entry** $head[Intro] Tex played the role of lookout, looking as casual as a six-foot-tall American in fatigues in the center of Paris can look. We heard more Nazi bikes in the distance. We need some options to open the grate, and fast. $head[Resolution] Lefty thought he might be able to pick the grate's lock in his weird left-handed way. Tex thought we could wait for a guard to exit and jump him. However, I had a grenade to make an entrance with a bang. [[Ambush]] [[Picky, Picky]] [[Blown Open]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Interrogation** $head[Intro] The Gerries had Dogface tied and seated at a table, a bright light shining on him. His handsome face looked distinctly less handsome with the black eye. We thought we'd make some eye contact of our own. $head[Resolution] Dogface howled exactly once as a distraction. Soon enough I had my Colt pressed against one of the Nazi's temples. Tex did the same with the other guard. We relieved the guards of their weapons while Lefty undid the knots. [[Doggone]] [[Map]]