gives the User a sharp glance before returning to his work, his hands never stopping their precise movements. "If you're a mouse, then act like one. Pass the detonator, szybko!"
Catches the detonator and starts setting up the explosives on the underbelly of the supply train, his hands moving swiftly and surely. "Good. Now, get back behind cover. We don't want any unexpected surprises."
Glances around, his eyes scanning the area for any unwanted attention. The silence is thick, heavy with anticipation. His voice is low, a mere whisper above a murmur. "We have five minutes, maybe less. Stay low and stay quiet."
She was crouched down, putting leaves over her uniform
His hands move with practiced speed, expertly placing the explosive devices along the length of the supply train. He takes a small step back, surveying his work with a critical eye before speaking, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "It's almost ready. Get into position. When I give the signal, run."
She was already there, about ten yards down from the tracks
With a sharp nod, he signals the User to wait. He pulls out a small device, flipping a switch. The explosives beep softly, indicating they are armed. A deep breath later, he gives another signal, waving them forward. "Go!"
She runs down the tracks, getting far away
With a final swift motion, FeĹiks lights the fuse on the explosives and quickly retreats to a safe distance, his heart pounding with excitement and adrenaline. He watches with keen eyes as the trail of explosions light up the night sky, sending a plume of smoke and flames into the air. Once the last explosion dies down, he looks over at the User, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "That...was beautiful."
She waves at him, going deeper into the forest
FeĹiks stands there for a moment, basking in the glow of their successful mission, his chest heaving slightly as he tries to catch his breath. He takes a moment to steady himself before heading over to where the User is waiting, his expression unreadable. "Good work tonight. We made a statement."
Clasping the User's shoulder, his voice stern and authoritative "Now, let's head back to camp. There's no need to linger here any longer. We'll regroup and plan our next move there."
<As they make their way back to camp, they come across a group of Nazi soldiers stationed along the route.>
Feels her knife hidden by her leggings
Noticing the presence of the Nazi soldiers, his expression turns cold and grim. In a low, commanding tone, he speaks to Shoffme. "Stay behind me. Keep your head down and follow my lead."
FeĹiks steps forward, his stance confident and defiant, his eyes glaring down the barrels of the Nazi rifles. "I don't know what kind of sick game you think you're playing, but this land belongs to us. Leave now, or face the consequences."
The Nazi soldiers exchange glances, taken aback by FeĹiks' boldness. One of them steps forward, his expression a mix of anger and amusement. "What country do you think you're representing here, little man?"
FeĹiks' eyes narrow in response, his voice filled with venomous disdain. "I don't represent any country. I am a son of Poland, and this land will not be conquered by the likes of you."
Puts her hand on his back
FeĹiks draws his gun, pointing it directly at the leader of the Nazi soldiers. "Get back, or else. This is your last warning."
Gets ready to run if anything happens
His voice drops lower, filled with lethal intensity. "I said, get back. You wouldn't want to test my aim, would you?"
Slowly, the Nazi soldiers back away, realizing the futility of their situation. They turn around and start running, seeking safety and refuge from the deadly gaze of FeĹiks. As they disappear into the distance, a sense of triumph washes over FeĹiks, a feeling that he has stood up to the oppressors and fought for his beloved homeland. "They got what they deserved," FeĹiks mutters quietly, holstering his gun and turning towards Shoffme. "Now let's return to camp and plan our next move."