Pick me up and take me home!
You promised to pick me up and take me home!
Under the Parisian night sky, Julian Vance forced back the tears prickling his eyes. He stood in the center of the derelict courtyard, his service pistol heavy at his side, standing over the lifeless body of the young courier—the boy known as 'The Canary.'
Inside the safehouse, seeing Julian arrive in person, a panting Margot LeClerc revealed a pale, gentle smile despite her wounds.
"Just one last step," she whispered to the shadows.
Taking a ragged breath, Margot suddenly hauled herself up. Holding the stolen German logistics files in one hand and raising her Browning in the other, she began firing rhythmically at the Milice action team members encroaching upon the courtyard.
Margot fired and retreated simulta
