R&R revised

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(append: ?SideBar)[\ [[Home]] [[Introduction]] [[Das Wiesel]] [[Hammer]] [[Boulangerie]] [[Tex]] [[Fistfight]] [[Shoot the Ceiling]] [[Kickstart]] [[Dark Alley]] [[Take out the Trash]] [[Cruise]] [[Swerve]] [[The Seine]] [[Over the Bridge]] [[Croissants! Mon Dieu!]] [[Birdbrains]] [[Lucky Lefty]] [[Monsieur Eiffel]] [[Top of the Tower]] [[Ground Level]] [[No Entry]] [[Jump a Guard]] [[Dog Pound]] [[Lockpick]] [[Interrogation]] [[Doggone]] [[Grenade]] [[Nicknames]] [[Map]] ]

(size: 2)+(font: "Bebas Neue")[Operation Name] (size: 1.25)[WW II (revised)] $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 R&R in a Parisian cabaret. I didn't mind looking up the dancing ladies' skirts. Much better than looking up at incoming artillery. $head[Resolution] A pair of uniformed Germans broke in. They were shouting "das Wiesel" and headed for Dogface. He was clearly a dog, not a weasel, but they kidnapped him anyway. [[Hammer]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Hammer** $head[Intro] 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. $head[Resolution] I laid out two Gerries on the cabaret floor. Just helping them look further up the ladies' dresses. I escaped through a dressing room. Excusez-moi, mesdames. [[Boulangerie]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Tex** $head[Intro] Tex was in the first cabaret I checked. We called him Tex because he was from Kansas. Then 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 thought some shots would deter the Gerries. But I just wanted to hammer them. [[Shoot the Ceiling]] [[Fistfight]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Boulangerie** $head[Intro] The Nazis ran after me down an alley. I knocked over some trash cans, then ran through a boulangerie. Yeah, that's a fancy word. A fella can be tough and smart, you know. $head[Resolution] The Nazis started arguing with the owner of that bread store. By then, I was gone. I needed some of my buddies if I was going to rescue Dogface. And I knew where to find them. [[Tex]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Fistfight** $head[Intro] I socked one of the Nazis 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. $head[Resolution] One of Gerries 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 escaped outside. [[Kickstart]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Kickstart** $head[Intro] The Gerries were dumb enough to leave a few motorcycles outside. They were BMWs. Never thought I'd be the kind of guy to own one, even if I technically stole it. $head[Resolution] Tex and I both kickstarted the bikes and peeled away. I wanted to cruise the streets and find our buddy Lefty. But Tex thought we should hide out in an alley. Of course he'd want to suck the joy out of a joyride. [[Dark Alley]] [[Cruise]] [[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. $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] 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. Guess I wouldn't be spending a few minutes in the arms of a can-can dancer. [[Cruise]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Cruise** $head[Intro] We raced down the streets, and I saw something glinting. I stopped. They were GI dog tags. And they had Dogface's serial number. I hoped he wasn't being taken to the pound. $head[Resolution] I tossed the tags to Tex. "Looks like we've got a lost dog," I said. Then two Gerries roared 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. 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]] [[Over the Bridge]] [[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] **Over the Bridge** $head[Intro] Many problems in life that be solved by applying more speed, and this sure as hell was one of them. I twisted the throttle and flew even faster. Tex was close behind. The Nazis were too close behind. $head[Resolution] I looked behind me and saw 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. If that meant I got a good piece of bread out of it, then that sweetened the deal, literally. Tex and I smashed into the croissant stand. Bread and French curse words flew 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, 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 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 done with being shot at by Nazis. $head[Resolution] I threw the croissants I had caught to the right of me, leaving a literal breadcrumb trail. Then I veered left. 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. 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. [[Top of the Tower]] [[Ground Level]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Top of the Tower** $head[Intro] Climbing what seemed like a thousand steps up some crazy metal structure was not my idea of R&R. 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 blended in the best we could, three American GIs looking for clues about 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 downward passage. I called Tex and Lefty over. "I've got a grate idea," I said. I thought I was clever. [[No Entry]] [[Map]]

$head[Mission] **Jump a Guard** $head[Intro] Tex had some street smarts about him, something I didn't think they taught in Kansas. We hollered at the grate, luring a guard into our trap. $head[Resolution] 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] **Lockpick** $head[Intro] Lefty really did know how to work with his hands. He pulled out a weird tool and within thirty seconds the gate was open. But it sounded like some bikes were thirty-one seconds away. $head[Resolution] Lefty closed the grate behind us 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] **Grenade** $head[Intro] I've never been much for subtlety. I threw a grenade and 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 an 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 or actual despair. Either way, it was Dogface's trademark. But we had to bite into a few more Gerries along the way. $head[Resolution] 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, then 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 tied 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. $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 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] 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 met with our guns. $head[Resolution] After we escaped, I said, "Well, Dogface, you were a bad boy." He looked at me oddly. "Mein Name ist das Wiesel," he said, then 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 was on lookout, looking as casual as a six-foot-tall American in fatigues in 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 could 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. [[Jump a Guard]] [[Lockpick]] [[Grenade]] [[Map]]

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

$head[Mission] **Shoot the Ceiling** $head[Intro] Text fired his Colt twice into the ceiling. He thought the falling plaster and terrified customers would be a distraction. I just wondered what the repair bills would cost. $head[Resolution] "The sky is falling!" Tex said in a fake, high voice. I guess jokes are different in Kansas. We smashed through the side exit. "Way to shoot for the stars," I said. I thought I was funnier. [[Kickstart]] [[Map]]