Sitting behind the facade of the roof and putting away his sniper rifle, Leon (aka Agent Absinthe) sits there and thinks.
"Francesca, now that is a name I have not heard in a very long time. Not since near the end of the Great War when those German Shepherds were chased out of Transylvania..."
Images of the Battle of Transylvania runs through his head, as a minor leader to an attack group to take on the Germans, with the Russians behind them on Transylvanian soil. There was no way for the Germans to win nor to escape without great number of losses to their men. Out of the woods as the German Tanks fled, came a long figure. A female solider in the Transylvanian Uniform. Watching this from half a mile away through his binoculars, he could not believe what he was seeing.
"That bitch is going to get herself killed" He says to himself as he sees her jump in front of a tank and then onto its front nose. She then jumps, taking hold the barrel of the tank's gun and bends it. "What The Fuck?!!!"
She then climbs onto the tank's turret and rips open the hatch cover, reaches in and pulls out the commanding tank officer from his seat and throws him into the path of another tank that runs him over and kills his. She finally reaches into her pocket and throws in two hand grenades into the tank and stepping back. The tank slows to a stop as black smoke billows out from the turret hatch. She jumps off and repeats the process to another tank, and then another. Out of the dozen or so German tanks that trying to flee, only four managed to escape. The others lie in wrecked burning burns with their crews inside dead from the explosion.
Leon stands at his command center looking at the carnage that has been done, following the female Transylvanian Solider across the field and into the woods where he loses sight of her. He stands there looking along the fringes of the forest looking for her.
Another commanding officer walks up and nudges Leon, "Hey, Leon, it looks like you just seen a ghost."
"Lock me up after I tell you, I just seen a female solider take on a dozen German tanks and took down a majority of them." Leon explains to his friend.
"White female with red-haired, wearing a Transylvanian Uniform?" his friend asks.
"Yes!" Leon exclaims.
"That was the Arctic Fox of Transylvania." His friend replies.
"What...?" Leon asks.
"I said that was the Arctic Fox of Transylvania." His friend says, adding, "Legend has it that when an invading army dare treads onto Transylvanian soil, the Arctic Fox will come out and destroy them."
"You saying that it is, this Arctic Fox, a spirit or ghost?" Leon asks.
"Intel says that she is a person." His friend says.
"IMPOSSIBLE! I Just Saw Her Bend A Tank's Canon!" Leon throws out.
"The Germans had a drug where they would give to the soldiers that would make them unable to feel pain and give them super strength. Under the influence of the drug, the things they did would make you question your belief in god." His friend tells him. He adds, "By the way, according to intel, her name is Francesca Frankenstein."
"Francesca Frankenstein?" Leon asks.
His friend nods, throwing in, "She has connections with several members of the Transylvanian Royalty including the Dracul Family."
"Dracul, as in Vladimir Dracul? As in Dracula?" Leon asks.
His friend nods. He then adds, "Between the Frankenstein Family and the Dracul Family, their medical research is N-th level compared to the Germans. Making a drug that one feels no pain and gives them super strength would be child's play. Francesca is likely under the influence of that drug."
"I see." Leon says to his friend.
"I know she frequents a bar in a nearby town and has been known to drink everyone under the table. Again, chances she is under the influence of some pill in order not to have any ill effects from the alcohol she takes in." His friend explains.
"How much alcohol are you talking about?" Leon asks.
"Most people pass out after 2 quarts of hooch. She keeps on going. It is rumored that she drank 8 quarts, taking down 4 guys that challenged her, one after the other." His friend explains.
Leon stands there and thinks, before his mindscape shifts its memories to five years later, three years after the war.
Walking into a French Bar in Paris, Leon takes a seat. It Is a very private and exclusive club where only members and those invited to come in are welcomed to expensive drinks and club food at no price but there is a $200 Entrance fee that has to be paid whether one is a member or an invited guest. Thus the club can sit over 50 patrons, there were only about 6 or 7 people inside excluding the wait staff, bartender, bar room entertainment and establishment security.
Leon takes a seat and table closer to the bar, waiting for his friend to join hi when he gets out of the office duties later that evening. Until then he sits there, nursing a bottle of scotch the wait staff put on his table, as ``American Soldiers like Scotch.'' The entertainment walks on stage, a redhead green eyed arctic fox in a red dress, taking the microphone off its stand and walks to the edge of the stage.
"Good evening gentlemen. My name is Francesca and I hope to entertain you tonight with some songs, I might even take on a few requests if I know them." The arctic fox says on stage, her accent revealing that she is not French or even Parisian in its tone and inflections but Northern Middle East, possibly one of the Soviet Block Nations Russia took after the Great War to great the "Great Wall."
The name, the red hair, the white fur, the large breasts, the accent that can place her to just one spot on the globe, his mind races, making connections to a memory during the war where he saw a large breasted red haired female arctic fox take on a dozen retreating German tanks bare handed and win. He thinks to himself, "No Fucking Way..."
Rushing the stage would do little more than get him kicked out of the establishment, if not arrested by the Parisian police. He has to think as to his actions. He turns to face the closest waiter in the room and signals to him to come to his table. The waiter takes a few seconds to get there.
"How can I help you, Monsieur?" The waiter says in his thick Parisian accent.
"I would like to buy some flowers for the lady on the stage. Just have then delivered to her dressing room, and I would like to have a private audience with her after she finishes on stage." Leon tells him.
"I do not think that is allow-*" The waiter begins to say before Leon puts two $50 American Bills into his hand. "Alright sir, I'll see what I can do for you."
"Please do. And thank you." Leon tells him.
