A yet another quiet sunny day at the trenches of the Southwestern borders of German Occupied France.
Wölfe was doing his usual rounds around the trenches, when suddenly he heard an explosion.
A while later, he saw a group of soldiers rushing towards where the explosion was heard.
Curious, he decided to follow them.
They arrived at burning warehouse, Wölfe could see the soldiers trying to extinguish the flames with water.
He then noticed another group of soldiers, they were pointing their guns at a bunch of crates. He also saw Briggite there, gun raised towards the crates.
"We know you're there! Get out now!" She shouted.
As Wölfe approach them, a young girl appeared from the crates for a split second. She started shooting before taking cover again. Her shots however didn't hit anyone.
"Who's that?" Wölfe asked.
"Kommandant Wölfe?" She said surprised by his presence, "A local french girl burned our ammunition supply depot,"
"Why not throw a grenade there?" Wölfe suggested, "Or just rush her,"
"But Kommandant! She's just a child!" Brigitte protested.
Wölfe glanced at her and shook his...