French Resistance

From Torg Adventure

The air around Peter was cold and damp. He had a proper coat for the weather, but the wind was still getting through to chill him. He and his two companions huddled in the cover of a small woods fifty yards from the train tracks, their breath making clouds around them. Their eyes were all focused toward the east, where the tracks turned south around another copse of trees and out of sight. The tension of waiting for the train to appear was churning his stomach. He glanced to the left at the closer of the two others; a young woman named Claire, wearing a heavy coat with a high collar, looked back at him with a nervous, chilled look. She smiled at him tentatively, and he returned it with warmth. Claire blushed a little and shifted her gaze back to the tracks.

The other was a man, whom they only called ‘Fou Jacques’ or ‘Mad Jack’, sitting ten feet away with the small plunger attached to the wires running away to the train tracks. He was the demolition expert, though Peter was trying to learn as much as possible from him. That was not very easy, since Jack did not like talking much, except to himself.

They were determined to destroy this munitions train, since the other member of their resistance cell, a pretty older French woman named Louisa, died getting the route and schedule information for this important cargo. The weapons and ammunition on this train were headed toward the German-occupied French coast, where everyone knew an invasion would come, once the Allies were ready.