<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.counter-currents.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/WilliamJoyce.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Discussing the Case<br/><hr/><br/>Wallace was still rubbing his scar as they walked away, a bit pale and shaky as he lit another cigarette. After a long draw he pulled out two packs of cigarettes and handed each of them a pack and motioned for them to take them.<br/><br/>“Rule of thumb, as per my aide de camp, keep a couple of packs of smokes with you, a flask of something strong, and some cash. He’s a former constable, worked the East end in London.” He grinned. “Dany, I’d suggest you have a good brandy.. and either pound sterling or dollars, the franc isnt’ rebust enough yet. Gordon, you should get either a good scotch or borrow a nice brandy from someone in the French sector.. no offense but you yanks have crap for hootch.” He laughed as he struggled to push the memory behind him<br/><br/>“So, find out who the horse trader in your barracks is, and get a bit.” He paused a moment as he considered what they knew. “Sounds, to me, like we have someone who stumbled onto something far outside their grasp..” He adjusted his gun in it’s holster. “So, I’m guessing that we should be ready to put a few in the ground?”