A single man was brought to a courtyard while two German soldiers were holding his arms. The man was cuffed as he was presented to a wooden post. The German soldiers uncuffed him and placed his hands behind his back while the wood was pressed against his spine. Then the immediately cuffed him and walked out on him.
The man looked up and was faced with six Germans with their rifles presented onto their side. Then he took note of the seventh German. He screamed in a foreign tongue as the six Germans began to bring their rifles to bear. They aimed down the sights while the convicted man took notice of the German barrels.
"Vive la France!" The Frenchman screamed at his executioners as a final act of defiance. The German sergeant shouted the final order with all rifles firing into his body. It was like sharp needles embed into his body, but it ached with blood leaving where his skin was penetrated.
In his weakened state, the Frenchman dropped to his knees while his body was still attached to the pole. His eyes looked down on the concrete ground before him as he heard footsteps of a man coming up to him. Then he looked up from the ground to see the German sergeant pull out his sidearm from his holster. His weapon was aimed at the convicted man and without remorse the pistol fired.
A commandant from the Deuxième Bureau was walking in the halls of the Grand Quartier Général in order to find Marshal Pétain. News of German troop movements from the Eastern Front had grabbed the attention of French intelligence. Agents who were sent deep into the German command structure were difficult to gain any reports. However, they made up of the lack of activity for the large amounts of intelligence they could find before sending their reports to the bureau.
This was one of those days when their long findings bore fruit for the intelligence agency in France. Commandant Ladoux opened up the door to the room he had finally arrived on and saluted the man who was sitting behind his desk. The old man who was dressed in blue was looking down at his papers before looking up to take notice of Ladoux. Marshal Pétain was almost bald with some hair on the side of his head, his mustache was lightly blonde, but time was unkind to the color. His skin was almost like he was a raisin, but thankfully he could still function as the marshal of France.
Marshal Pétain seemed to be writing before he stopped and placed his pen on the side. Then he returned with a salute and nodded slightly to the commandant standing in his presence.
"Did the bureau find something of interest behind the German lines?" He asked.
"Yes sir." The commandant answered. "The Germans are pulling their forces from the Eastern Front. However, one agent who is deep within the command structure has informed me of something absurd, sir."
"Impossible? What could possible sound absurd in these times?" The marshal wondered. "We have men who are dying in droves for inches of land, our own soldiers mutinied against us, and they even celebrated Christmas with the Germans. Do surprise me, commandant?"
"The report from the agent sounds absurd, but it mentions that the Germans have created a time machine which could go into the past." Ladoux was about to continue, but Pétain had begun to laugh.
"Are you serious? The Germans created a time machine?" He laughed at the thought of such absurd idea in a time of war. "What are they going to do change history in their favor?"
"Sir, that is what they are going to do. They're going to send their soldiers through their time machine in order to rewrite history in their favor." Pétain's laughing was drained away by the reality of the commandant's voice. "The Germans are going to change the war in their favor."
"How can you possible believe this time machine will actually send their soldiers through time?" The marshal questioned him. "How do you know that their machine will work?"
"The agent who reported this information to me has also send their reports of testing the machine they are working on. It works..."
"It would seem that we would have to inform the British about this matter. After all, it would be unfair for them to know that their ally didn't tell them."
"Sir?" Ladoux had begun to ask.
"Yes, commandant, what is it?"
"The agent has managed to send me the schematics of the time machine itself." The commandant began.
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