The dead chill of the cool night air swept throughout the streets of the small village, all vacant save for a handful of soldiers, combing throughout the area in formation, as if to show that they are in control of all. Dust stirred around their feet as they patrolled, dissipating into the air above as a small wave of moonlight passed over their echoed footsteps, reverberating off the stone walls of the buildings as they passed. A solitary motion swept throughout the village rooftops, swift but efficient, as the figure loomed in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Jesus H. Christ, the things these people wanna do to me after I kill off those... those... things... The thought echoed through the head of Kale Guinness as he duked behind a crate, narrowly escaping the gaze of a solitary patrol as he passed. The soldier rounded the corner and Kale stepped out, wiping the sweat from his brow as he re-gathered his composure. Gotta be more careful. I can take one, but if a group catches me, I may have to use more energy than necessary... And if I'm getting out alive... I can't use much more...
"He, Sie da!"* The voice rang out behind him in a thick German accent as he winced, swearing inwardly at himself as he turned, an entire squadron with their rifles pointed at his head, sharpened bayonets glistening from inches away.
"Caught? Christ, and I thought I was doing so well." He raised his hands slowly, placing them behind his head as the generators lining the town square caught his eye. Not yet... Timing has to be perfect... As the guards stepped forward, he turned casually back toward them, a hand lowering as if in conversation. "Guys, I really have to piss. Would that be a bad thing to bring up right now? I mean... I would hate for it to be a real... SHOCKER!!!"
No sooner had he said it than the generators sparked lightly, shorting out and leaving him with little more energy than a static shock from a shag carpet. "Damnit, I have got to work on checking which generators are dead in a town..." He shrugged, dropping to the ground and sweeping his leg across the shins of several, grabbing a pistol from his belt as the other flew into the air, firing off several rounds with the first before reaching up and catching the other, spinning and firing off a few more shots before coming to a halt with both pistols pointed at the face of the General before him.
"Bang!" He clicked the trigger on each gun, both ringing empty as he smirked, holstering both and walking away. "You got lucky this time, boyo. But chances are, you'll have another squad ready by the time I hit the Black Forest. So, go and collect more men if you insist on more mindless violence, but truth be told, I would think it best if you just let me go. Next time, Lady Luck may not be on your side."
Walking away, he spun both pistols a time or two, reloading both and returning them yet again to their holsters, exiting the town with a nonchalant wave and disappearing into the forest, his mind never dropping the facts that he should have killed the General... and he needed to find a quick means of traversing the path through the Black Forest into the French side of the line...
* German for "Hey, you there!"