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FIC: Inevitable 32: Hold the Line
As per your request:
Inevitable 32: Hold the Line is up!
At TTH
At Pomme de Sang
At Skyehawke
Please, all comments are welcome. We're beginning to go in a new direction in the fic. Let me know what you think!
Inevitable 32: Hold the Line is up!
At TTH
At Pomme de Sang
At Skyehawke
Please, all comments are welcome. We're beginning to go in a new direction in the fic. Let me know what you think!
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That's just the way he is, I think. He had a few moments of "Why bother?" in the coffee shop, but in my view, even if he knows it's all futile for himm, there are still other people out there for whom life will go on.
This was most excellent- and read smoothly.
I actually spent more time going over this chapter and tweaking it, so I'm glad that came through. I should probably make an effor to review my stuff at least once, neh? I'm just so impatient.
I'll have to go back and address that zombie thing in the next chapter. Thanks.
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Johnny Hopper's family was English, but moved to France when he was a lad. He was running a milk-delivery business when Paris fell in 1939. From then on, he spent his time figuring out fiendishly clever ways to harrass the Germans. He was so daring in part because he honestly believed he would never survive the war, so he didn't hesitate that extra half-second that other folks might. He'd do things like dress up as a waiter, infiltrate Gestapo HQ in Paris, and assassinate Gestapo leaders. Or dress up in the uniform of a French Colonel and lay a wreath in broad daylight at memorials for French war dead -- memorials that were across the street from Gestapo offices. (And since Hopper was six-four, imagine how he must have stood out like a sore thumb!)
He was eventually caught, but he'd made such a nuisance of himself that instead of being hung right away, he'd earned himself a place in the "Nacht und Nebel" ranks of Hitler's worst enemies. This meant that he was being set aside so that Hitler could do the piano-wire thing with him. But by the time Hopper was caught, the war was rapidly getting worse for the Nazis, and Hitler soon forgot all about the Nacht-und-Nebel people. In the meantime, Hopper -- as someone who was kept relatively healthy, as he could only be killed under direct orders from Berlin -- was put in a concentration camp, and used his rations and relative immunity to save dozens of other prisoners. He survived the war and went on to live to a ripe old age in England.
So sometimes thinking you're dead anyway is the best way to survive.
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"Never shoot a man in the head with a small-calibre weapon."
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