#Le Convoi

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CONVOY -Le Convoi, le film de Sam Peckinpah (1978) avec Kris Kristofferson et Ali Mac Graw sort en Bluray Ultra HD 2 disques

CONVOY -Le Convoi, le film de Sam Peckinpah (1978) avec Kris Kristofferson et Ali Mac Graw sort en Bluray Ultra HD 2 disques Pour nombre d’entre nous, et surtout pour les plus jeunes, le nom de Sam Peckinpah ne signifie pas grand-chose. Il a commencé sa carrière cinématographique dans les années 60, qui fut un des premiers à montrer la violence sur l’écran. Le film qui l’a fait connaître date de…

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Sorcerer (1977)

Sorcerer (1977) Remake of the classic The Wages of Fear (1953), which could also have been called Le Convoi de la Peur. An adaptation of Clouzot’s classic… which I haven’t read or seen… Remakes are often criticised in this day and age. I don’t think that was necessarily the case in the 70s. I’ve seen a lot of positive reviews for this film. Here are a few of them: 1) ‘Criminals, crooks and…

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PM Justin Trudeau said Canadian anti-vax misinfo was amplified by Russian propaganda. 

CANADA - Public Inquiry Into Foreign Interference in Federal Electoral Processes and Democratic Institutions - Day 35 - October 16

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau (Google Translation to English): “Yes. We saw anti-vax messages during the convoy and during the pandemic that were amplified by Russian propaganda, particularly in right-wing media, continued by messages in the same... under the same people who were sharing anti-vax messages. Now, not to say that there weren't legitimately and authentically anti-vax people in Canada, but it was amplified enormously by Russian propaganda.” 

(Original French captioning: “Oui. On a vu des messages antivax pendant le convoi et pendant la pandémie qui ont été amplifiés par la propagande russe, particulièrement dans les médias de droite, a continué par des messages dans les mêmes... sous les mêmes gens qui partageaient des messages antivax. Maintenant, pas pour dire qu'il n'y avait pas des gens légitimement et authentiquement antivax au Canada, mais ça a été amplifié énormément par la propagande russe.”)

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Aide d’urgence au Maroc : un convoi de la Région pour le village marocain Aghbalou

En réaction au séisme qui a touché le Maroc le 8 septembre dernier, un convoi humanitaire est parti lundi 11 décembre du port de Sète à destination du village d’Aghbalou dans la vallée de l’Ourika. La Région Occitanie, la Ville et la Métropole de Montpellier, en partenariat avec le Département de l’Hérault, la Ville de Saint-Georges-d’Orques et l’Université de Montpellier-Faculté de droit et de…

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Effet Madleen il a fallut de peu que la mer méditerranée soit polluée, si le convoi aurait coulé

[jillsandwhichs]

What We Gain/Book 1/Chapter 5, Free day

Masterlist

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Summary: There isn't much going on with the scouts today aside from training. You end up spending a good portion of your day with Levi

WC: 3.1k

Rating: Mature/Gore/Smut

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

This particular morning, you woke up bright and early. The sun wasn't even fully risen when you awakened. You had this energetic tick to you today. You just wanted to seize the day from the moment you opened your breathtaking eyes. Something about today drew you in. On days like this, you can gather that it'll be good as long as you keep up your positive attitude and mindset.

You took a short amount of time to brush out your hair and to apply very light makeup. It's not even makeup, it's only a lip tint. It makes your lips pop more. If only your ugly brown uniform didn't take away from your beauty. You decided to keep your green cape off for the day. You left it hung up on your door. There's no need to wear it today anyways. It's a free day; If you aren't training, you can do just about anything you want.

On days like these you tend to shop or visit your family. Sadly, you can't do either today. All of the shops are closed on Sundays for religious reasons and your parents are in Wall Maria, there's no way you can travel out that far just to visit for an hour or two. You'll play it by ear, you'll figure out what you want to do as the day progresses.

Convoying to the mess hall, you saw a lot of the scouts eating and conversing; That included Levi. Immediately, Eren and his young friend, Armin, walked up to you. "Good morning." You said to the two of them. "Can I ask you something?" Eren said. "Go ahead." They began to walk with you as you went towards the food stall. Eren began to speak again. "On the expedition, will we have chances to kill titans? Just like Trost?" "Well, yeah... Isn't that common sense?" You giggled, filling your wooden bowl with some beef stew.

Eren and Armin groaned. "I mean, can we kill them? Or will it only be people like you and Captain Levi? That's what he said." You scoffed and chuckled. "I'm sure there'll be a chance you can. Levi is just saying that because he wants the younglings protected. We'll figure it out. Go eat your breakfasts, you two." They nodded and treaded off. You've never seen kids so determined until all of the newer scouts and Eren joined. It's nice actually.

As you turned around from getting your food, you spotted Levi once again. His eyes were already on you. He must've realized you were here now. He was sipping tea with an empty plate in front of him. All of the tables seemed to be half empty with kids surrounding each one. It'd be a bit odd to sit with any of them. You traversed towards Levi. He fixed his posture as you did. You sat down and flashed him a friendly look. "Good morning." "Morning." Levi replied in a somewhat tired tone.

"You didn't get enough sleep, did you?" "No, I did not. Rough night." "I see. I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. Not as if it's your fault."

Well, in a way...

He spent a lot of his night thinking about her. He was not only stressed with paperwork and some stuff Erwin let him in on but amongst that, she was of course lingering in his mind. It's pissing Levi off. Why can't he ever shake her from his thoughts? This isn't normal for him. No woman, not a single fucking one has managed to tame him this way. She's irresistible. He's trying his best to contain himself whilst being around her.

"Well, there's always tonight, yeah? Try to sleep a bit earlier tonight." You blew on your hot stew before taking a bite. Levi chuckled and rubbed his temple. "Let's see how that works out for me. With my luck, a Titan will break through Wall Rose and tear this place apart." You scoffed at his bad luck inducing words. You knocked on the wooden table. "Yeah uhm, let's hope not." You snorted. He knocked on it too.

Now he's even copying her antics. Jesus.

It really just hit you. Just two weeks from now, the 57th expedition will occur. It's nerve-wracking but exciting. It's been a bit since a mission that was planned happened. Trost was of course, not pre-planned. It was played by ear and off wing. You hated it. You were beyond stressed. At least this time it's thought out.

You glanced up and looked at Levi. You couldn't help but admire him. His resting face didn't appear to be as cocky and livid as it usually is. It was rather calm and serene. You found that sweet. "How was your breakfast?" "It was fine. I wish I knew how to cook." "You don't know how?" "I was never able to learn. Do you?" "I do. My mother taught me. She made me watch her cook since I was a child." "Right, I forgot you lived the home bound life." "I sure did." You slurped your soup and chewed it quietly.

Levi found that to actually be good. It teaches you a lot. If only he wasn't brought up the way he was. He could've learned more than street smarts if he actually had parents in his life. But no, he just had to live the way he did. At least now things are different, even if they aren't the way he pictured.

"Do you have any plans for the day?" You asked him. "No. Just extra work. Although some of the newer kids asked me to attend their hand to hand combat training sessions so I'll probably do that for them." "That's good. I think I'll go too, I know that Sasha girl asked me to do that." "She asked me too." "What time?" "A bit after noon, I'll come get you beforehand." "Okay, thank you." You gleamed and continued to eat your stew.

A couple minutes later, Levi stood up and was about to leave.

"I'll see you around." "Bye Levi." "Bye." He replied, gandering at you for a bit before turning around and walking away casually. Now you could finish your stew in peace. Thing is, you were really enjoying your talk with Levi. You can tell he's loosened up. You're liking it, a lot. Just over the course of this week and a half, you two have spent more time together. It's nice. You never expected it to happen though.

Continuing to eat, you were just thinking about the upcoming training session. It's something to look forward to.

-

Ambling alongside Levi, you two made your way to the training grounds outside of the HQ. From what you know, the kiddos will be training today, primarily in hand to hand combat. That is something you're especially good with. It's your strong suit. Close combat comes natural to you. Wrangling all of those animals growing up and fighting off thieves taught you a thing or two.

"I'm ready to see what these kids have in them." Levi snorted through his nose at your words. "Bet you'll be able to teach them a thing or two. You did Petra, that's for sure." You giggled at the memory. One time whilst training, you knocked Petra so hard onto the ground, it knocked the wind out of her. You felt so bad and guilty. Luckily, she was understanding. You remember it mainly because of what Levi said to you that day.

"I love to see a lady who can look classy while handling herself."

That statement has stuck with you.

You saw a lot of the once cadets standing before you. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Jean and a few others. "I see we have the whole squad then, huh?" You teased them. "So, do you guys know how we do this?" "No ma'am." Sasha said softly. "Figures, I can explain. "You will pair up with a partner and whoever goes down first is out, then so on and so on until there's just two people. Get the gist?" "Yes." Many of them responded.

You sat down beside Levi on the dirt ground. He tried to avoid it as best as possible, pushing his body more into the grass. You saw each kid pair up with another. Eren with Jean, Armin with Sasha, so on and so fourth. You're excited to see how this goes down.

"Remember when me and you went hand to hand?" You giggled, bringing up the hilarious memory. Levi shook his head. "Yeah, yeah I do."

Flashback:

"Since you talk a big game, why don't me and you go at it?"

Seriously? That's just unfair. Levi is the captain, you're only a new scout. Besides, you aren't even on this man's squad, you're with Hange. You turned to look at you section commander and she simply shrugged. What a help she is.

"I don't know." You stuttered. Levi stepped closer to you and put your hands up into position. "I won't be too hard on you, promise." Yeah, as if you'd believe that. You rolled your eyes as he got into position. "Hange, you call it." Levi muttered out. "You got it." Hange stepped a bit closer to the two of you. Admittedly, you lacked confidence against Levi considering he's obviously physically stronger; But that will not stop you from trying.

The second Hange swiped her hand down, you went for Levi's legs but it's as if he read your mind. He stepped back and grabbed your wrists, turning you around and pulling you against his chest. With your back to his chest, there wasn't much you could do. How did he manage to get you in this position so fast? "Fuck." You mumbled, attempting to jab at his slim stomach but he has you in a chokehold.

"Not to late to tap out." He whispered against your ear. "This is rather humiliating, no?" You looked around and grunted. Suddenly, you managed you grasp free and trip him. Levi went crashing to the ground. Victory!

You began to cheer and laugh. "Look at me Hange!" But she didn't have a pleased look on her face but rather a look of nervousness. That was face you made right after you suddenly hit the ground. Your face went against the dirty grass. You felt Levi's hands pin your hands to your back. "Never turn your back on an enemy. Don't they teach you this in basic training?" He fainted you. Fuck sakes. Hange didn't call it. Now she did.

"Get off of me!" You yelled, pushing him off of you. You began to wipe down your uniform. "Hange!" "I'm sorry, I don't make the rules. If you would've managed to keep him pinned down for the amount of time in the rules, you would've been deemed the victor." "Ugh." You scoffed and glared at Levi. He had a sly smirk. What an ass.

As you began to stomp off, Levi just had to get in the last word. "Don't be a sore loser. You did well." You flipped him off and kept running.

It's safe to say you got into some trouble for that.

Flashback end:

What snapped you out of your remembering of that funny memory was the sound of Eren getting Jean down. "Good job Eren!" You yelled to him. This made you proud. Jean definitely had the upper hand even. You suppose Eren's training with you must've paid off. You've been giving him lessons on the side, just for him. He definitely needed them.

"Jean is such a sore loser." Levi mumbled, watching as Jean kicked the dirt up and scoffed. "Reminds me of someone." He smirked and glanced at you. You laughed and playfully hit his arm. "Shut up." You snickered. You then had wide eyes. Did you seriously just hit and tell your captain to shut up. Levi held back a laugh at your reaction. "We're off duty. Don't worry." He leaned his head against the wooden fence. "Oh." A sigh of relief came out instantly.

Then how come Levi got on Oulo for doing exactly what you did once...?

The wind began to pick up, causing your hair to blow along with it. It began to hit Levi in the face so you scooched over while laughing. "I'm so sorry Captain." "It's natural." He gazed at you. You could see a sparkle within his eyes. It was as if he was staring at the moon or at the stars. His pupils even dialated. Weird.

Eventually, it came down to it being just Reiner. You stood up and congratulated him. "You are rather beefy." You snickered. Reiner nodded. "Yeah, everyone feels the need to say that." "It's a compliment. Don't complain." You huffed and crossed your arms. Your skills have improved immensely over these past few months. In all honesty, you think you could take Reiner.

"Do you mind trying a round with me? Levi can call it, right?" You glanced at Levi. He raised and eyebrow and stood up, walking over to where you and Reiner were. The other scouts were on the sidelines. Some left and some were still here, doing their own thing. They began to gather around though once they heard you wanted to parr with Reiner.

Reiner snickered. "With me? Absolutely." The blonde boy smirked. Levi bit his lip and stepped back. "Confidence is key." You whispered beneath your breath. This'll be embarrassing if you can't get him down.

Getting into position, Levi stepped further to the side. "When my hand swipes down, begin, got it?" Both of you nodded.

Once Levi's hand went downwards, Reiner made the first move. His hand went to your midriff in attempts to push you down. Your abdomen/leg strength worked with you though, you managed to keep yourself up. Reiner pushed harder and that gave you the opportunity to find his weakness—his legs and shoulders. All of his strength was going into his wrist area. Oh how this boy has so much to learn.

You went for his wrist and pushed it off of your stomach, spinning it around and pinning it to his back. His left hand reached to try and flip you over, but he failed. With only one of his hands behind his back, you managed to get him to the ground swiftly. His face went into the dirt and you quickly grasped his other hand and pinned him down.

This was definitely a messy performance. It's hard to move skillfully against a larger male. You're a smaller size, you aren't big and burly like Reiner or Erwin. Levi counted in his head before calling your victory. You giggled and let go of Reiner, helping him up. He wiped his face off. "Don't let this bruise your ego, it's what I specialize in." Yes, this was meant to be cocky but also sportsman like. Reiner shook his head. "My ego is fine." "Sure." You patted him on his back.

That whole time, Levi's eyes were on you. The way you worked that entire combat scheme, it was attractive. He even found you attractive when he got you down that one time. How courageous and angry you were—it was cute. Levi wishes he didn't feel this way but more & more, he his accepting it. He thought the terminology of 'feelings for someone' was stupid. Now, he gets it.

You smiled at him and wiped your pants off. "How was that?" "Impressive." He hummed. "Do you think I've improved?" "Very much." Levi was being honest. Seeking approval from him now. Damn. You're going low for this man.

"You definitely bruised his ego." "Yeah, my bad." You said sarcastically. "You bruised mine that one day." "My bad." Turning your head, you glanced up at Levi. He peeped down at you. "Here." He murmured, moving his thumb across your cheek. His hand was cold but you could only feel it's inner warmth. He then wiped his hand on his pants. "There was dirt." "Oh, it must've gotten on there when I got him to the ground." "Yeah."

There was no dirt.

-

It's much later in the day now. You're tired. You suppose that's what you get for waking up so early. You are used to sleeping in just a bit later. Currently, you're making your way to Levi's room. You received some papers from Hange for him. You don't know why Levi couldn't get them himself. Maybe he was busy at the time. Even so, you don't mind. His room is right beside yours. You are all still residing at the old scouts HQ.

Entering through this floors door, Levi's room was the first one on the left. You sighed deeply and knocked.

"State your name and business." He said from inside of the room. "Hi. It's just me and I have some files to give to you." "Come in." He said coldly. You breathed in sharply and opened the door. Just as you expected and imagined—his room was spotless. He was sitting at the small desk in the corner of the room. His bed was made and the miniature bookshelf was organized. You scanned the room quickly but recalled what the task at hand was.

"Hey Captain. Hange just gave these to me, they are for you." "Right. Thank you." Levi then took them from your left hand, but then he noticed something. After setting the papers down, he took your hand in his. You were confused and looked down. "This must've happened while you were training with that kid." You saw what he was referring to. There was a scabbed up, dried blooded wound on your hand.

You scoffed. "My bad. I didn't even notice." He caressed his thumb over it momentarily. "Could get infected. Here, take this." He reached down with his free hand and grabbed cotton swabs with alcohol. "In case you don't have any." "I do not. Thank you." "No problem. Just return the pack of swabs and bottle whenever you're finished." You nodded at his words.

He ran his thumb over your palm once more before letting go.

"Be more careful." "How can I be careful during training," You giggled, "The entire point is to get roughened up." "I can't argue with that." Levi heaved. "Don't beat yourself up. Try your best to remain intact." You grinned at his words. "Do you care about me?" The words just slipped past your lips. He gazed up at you and slowly nodded. "I do. Very much." You need expecting him to just scoff or give you a distant look.

He cleared his throat. "Please go get that cleaned. I need to read through these papers." "Sure, okay. Have a nice night." "You too."

Leaving his room, you smiled and giggled, going into your room next.

This is all you'll be able to think about for awhile.

[isleofdarkness]

"Yen Sid knows more about the situation on the Isle than any other living being on this side of the water," King Adam nodded to the old wizard, stepping back to allow him center stage. "Yen Sid, what are we dealing with?"

Yen Sid blew out a long breath, glacing up at the projection of the group of terrorists who had breached the barrier a few days ago and intercepted the convoy escorting the original six back where they belonged. "Very, very bad news.

"That-" he pointed to the tall Black woman with the long braids, "Is Harriet Jones, daughter of Captain Hook. Don't let her age fool you, she's every bit as dangerous as her father. More, if anything. She was the first to start a gang on the Isle, establishing what would become the largest territory and militant gang on the entire Isle at a mere four years old. Instantly, at that age, she started murdering people, burning buildings down, blowing buildings up, giving orders that ended in casualties- I could go on. In terms of raw power she's nothing special, a great fighter and brilliant with a knife, a markswoman of concord dawn, but nothing special considering how dangerous people of the Isle are. What makes Hook dangerous is that she has the greatest political power. Every other gang on her half of the Isle answer to her, including Facilier, Shan Yu, and even gods like Hades. The only one who doesn't take orders from her is the only person on that island who's more dangerous than her. But that will come later." His eyes drifted to the man who stood front and center, the one Beast knew better than any of the others. The leader. "Harriet has gone up against Maleficent's army and won, multiple times. Attacks on her territory lead to some of the most brutal deaths I've ever seen, and it's not the people in her territory or gang who are dying. Attacks on her ship, the Hurrican's Soul? No one has ever attacked that ship and survived, there's no way to even get close unless she allows it. And an attack on Hook herself is a suicide mission. Everyone on the Isle, even Maleficent, fears Harriet Hook. And their fears are very far from misplaced.

"Diego de Vil," he pointed to the tattooed Afro-Latino man with the black-and-white hair, "Is nearly as dangerous. His territory and gang are the second largest on the Isle. He has a massive network of spies that take down his every enemy before they can even consider attacking his territory, and he's gone toe-to-toe with the likes of Maleficent and won so incredibly that she fears him. Every villain on the Isle fears crossing him because if he can't kill them, he will hurt them so badly they will live in fear of him with every breath they take. But when against an opponent he can kill, he kills them. And he kills them every time. Never lost a fight. Harriet might have the strategy power but Diego is her enforcer. He's a good one, too.

"Morgie le Fay, son of Morganna le Fay," he pointed to the young man with the dark gold hair and shining green eyes, "I'm sure needs no introduction. He's the second of the most powerful gang on the Isle, right-hand man of the most powerful being I have ever encountered in my life. She sends him to do her dirty work and while he's powerful, brutal, and a brilliant fighter and strategist, everyone breathes a sigh of relief when they see him. Because if he's there, it means his leader isn't coming. And you don't want to see what happens when his leader shows up.

"Justice Olympian," the woman he pointed to was easily one of the biggest people Adam had ever seen, well over a foot taller than Adam was himself and easily twice as big, with close-cropped red hair and a suit of armour made of Stygian iron, "A goddess of victory in war, capable of altering probability to her will, though she doesn't do it often. She's the one Hook calls when things go severely wrong- well, let me put it this way; calling in Justice is Hook's version of pressing a big red button and raining down nuclear bombs on whoever she points towards. Justice cannot be beat in a fight, it's literally impossible, she's stronger than the Hulk and a fighter so excellent that I've seen her bring down the likes of Taskmaster, and she's completely immortal because she's a pure god. The fact that she answers to Harriet and not the other way around should tell you everything you need to know about the resources Harriet has, and the reputation she has when things don't go her way.

"Dawn Olympian is cut from a similar cloth," he pointed to a dark-skinned woman in close-fitting black armour, with eyes so deep and black that they made him dizzy just looking at her picture. "She's a goddess of misery and a goddess of decay. She's completely immortal and a brilliant fighter to boot, as well as being capable of travelling through the shadows. I've seen her bring down immortals, temporarily but for a very long time, because she can use her magic to force their bodies to decompose in the most extreme ways- turning blood to mould, filling their lungs and skulls with wasps, making their organs necrose in their bodies... she's very creative and nearly impossible to stop. Only Hades has ever won a fight against her and considering he's public enemy number one, I doubt he's willing to reproduce that victory to help us.

"Lydia Snoops," he pointed to a tiny girl with choppy black hair and striking green-grey eyes, "Don't let her looks fool you, she's eighteen and extremely dangerous. She's immortal through mechanisms I've yet to figure out and she uses that immortality to serve one of the most dangerous terrorists on the Isle, Maddy Mim. Lydia has murdered, tortured, maimed, she's exploded buildings, burns homes down with families inside of them. And she has the medical knowledge she needs to main people in the most agonizing ways until they beg for death, and it's only once she grows bored of their pleas that she finally kills them. There is no putting her down, even temporarily, I've seen countless people try and she has killed every single one of them so brutally the corpses can't even be recognized by their own mothers. Put a knife in her hands and she'd carve a living baby like a turkey and not lose a wink of sleep over it. She enjoys it.

"And finally... Maverick Mim." Yen Sid pointed to the large, broad-shouldered man wearing a grey tunic and a book chained around her wrist. "Son of Madam Mim, until she decided Mim wasn't evil enough for her and started off on her own at a mere three years old. I've seen Maverick do things that require such power mortal minds can't comprehend it, I've seen her override Destiny and destroy Changed, bind preexistentials and kill armies with a snap of her fingers, kill those who should be immortal under the barrier and alter the fabric of reality itself. And none of those are even close to her most terrifying feat. Remember the Great Awakening? When our world were drawn together and hundreds were ripped from Hades like it was easy?" Yen Sid paused. "That was her."

Terrified mutters broke out and Adam felt a chill run down his spine, even though he already knew.

"Maverick is a Destiny vortex and related to one of the Endless, fathered by Destiny if my theory is correct. She's a wildcard, there's no knowing what she's capable of because nothing like her has ever existed before. Maverick does magic under the barrier like it's easy, does things beyond comprehension with no effort more than a snap of her fingers. Beyond that, she's a mastermind criminal, she makes Al Capone look like a toddler eating crayons. She controls the entire island, even her enemies. When Maverick brings the hammer down, she brings it down like the Plagues of Egypt. And most of the time, she controls the Isle through fear while never leaving her base of operations. Because the few times she's gotten involved directly have left people afraid to even say her name, let alone go against her, for fear of bringing her attention to them, because they stand no chance if they do. Maverick's agents do her dirty work and Maverick's reputation behind them makes them beyond untouchable, because if someone even considers so much as thinking ill of them, it pisses her off. And when she's pissed off at someone, they die. They always die. Their friends die, their family dies, their second aunt who doesn't even know they exist dies. She destroys everything they know and she does it from her home. You pray she stays in her home. Because when something pisses her off enough to make her show up in person, your fate is sealed. She will send someone staight to Hell with a snap of her fingers and she'll laugh doing it. I would wager that Maverick is the one who got them through the barrier."

"How do we defeat something like that?" One of Adam's generals demanded, looking terried beyond belief.

"Simple, really." Yen Sid smiled. "You do something she can't ignore and send in expendables to kill her people while she's busy. And I know exactly how to distract her." He pointed to the scar across Maverick's face. "You send in the man who did that to her. Send Merlin."

[carbone14]

Le sous- marin Luigi Torelli rentre à Bordeaux après sa troisième patrouille – Bataille de l'Atlantique – Bordeaux – France – 4 février 1941

Le 9 janvier 1941, le sous-marin Luigi Torelli de la classe Marconi part pour une nouvelle mission. Le 15 janvier, il coule le navire à vapeur grec Nemea (5 101 t) et le norvégien Brask (4 079 t). Le Nemea n'a pas coulé immédiatement et l'équipage est remonté à bord avec les survivants du Brask. Le lendemain, le vapeur grec Nikolaos Filinis (3 111 t) est coulé. Le 28 janvier, le Torelli rencontre le vapeur anglais Urla (5 198 t), une unité isolée du convoi HX 102. Le navire est coulé et tout l'équipage est secouru. Attaqué par trois destroyers, le Torelli rentre à sa base le 4 février 1941.

[testframboise-aqua]

French/ English below

Le navire humanitaire Madleen de la freedom flotilla en route pour Gaza, (avec Greta Thunberg et Rima Hassan à bord) vient d'être attaqué et détourné par l'armée Israélienne cette nuit.

Les moyens de communication des volontaires ont été saisis. Les volontaires sont actuellement détenus par Israël dans un endroit inconnu.

Cette arrestation et détournement d'un bateau dans des eaux internationales est illégale. L'arrestation d'un convoi humanitaire pour des civils est illégale.

Un des objectifs de ce convoi était de dénoncer le blocus humanitaire exercé à Gaza par l'armée Israélienne, qui continue d'affirmer qu'il n'y a pas de blocus humanitaire à Gaza. Les précédents bateaux humanitaires de la freedom flotilla avaient été attaqués par des drones et interceptés dans la nuit. Maintenant le monde voit

English

Madleen humanitarian ship en route to Gaza (with Greta Thunberg and Rima Hassan on board) was attacked and hijacked by the Israeli army last night.

The activists means of communication have been seized. They are currently being held in an unknown location by Israel.

This arrest and hijacking of a ship in international waters is illegal. The arrest of a humanitarian convoy for civilians is illegal.

One of the aims of the convoy was to denounce the humanitarian blocus of Gaza by the Israeli army, which continues to maintain that there is no humanitarian blockade in Gaza. Previous Freedom Flotilla humanitarian ships had been attacked by drones and intercepted during the night. Now the world sees

[rpallavicini]

Giù le mani dal nostro contante. Fermiamo il Digital Euro

I miei 4 lettori sapranno che questo è uno dei miei pallini. Vi chiedo di dare almeno un segnale, il denaro non deve poter essere “vaporizzato con un click”. E l’Euro digitale permette precisamente questo. Certo potevano già farlo, basta vedere cosa fece Trudeau ai “Freedom Convoy” nel 2022. Io voglio la libertà non essere schiavi dei (N)Euroburocrati Giù le mani dal nostro contante. Fermiamo il…

[falcemartello]

Ci sono voluti 2 anni e l’intervento di un giudice federale particolarmente scrupoloso ed equo, ma alla fine la giustizia canadese ha usato contro il premier Trudeau lo stesso pugno di ferro che lui aveva sventolato contro i no-green pass del Freedom Convoy: il giudice federale Richard Mosley ha stabilito che l'uso da parte del Canada dei poteri di emergenza per porre fine alle proteste è stato “irragionevole” e “ingiustificato”. Mosley ha anche dichiarato di essere “preoccupato” per il modo in cui il governo ha congelato i conti bancari di alcuni manifestanti senza preoccuparsi degli effetti collaterali, ossia le conseguenze subite dai familiari e dai titolari di conti congiunti. “Le misure - ha concluso - hanno violato il loro diritto di essere al sicuro da perquisizioni e sequestri irragionevoli”.

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ATTENZIONE

[lulu2992]

Uncovering the unreleased Far Cry 5 in-game Encyclopedia

The almost complete but unused in-game encyclopedia, reconstructed thanks to the oasisstrings file.

Please note that it’s still cut content, so some information might not be relevant anymore.

You can read the oasisstrings file here. Pictures from this encyclopedia were also extracted and posted by @xbaebsae here.

Part 2: Locations - Holland Valley

Gardenview Packing Facility

The last facility added to the Hadlers' apple empire. They shipped their apples throughout Hope County and beyond. When the cult went red state, the Hadlers stopped their legal threats and resorted to violence.

Silver Lake Trailer Park

A community of people just trying to do their best.

Gardenview Orchards

A part of Doug and Debbie Hadler’s apple empire. After their ciderworks facility, they expanded to a second, larger orchard: Gardenview Orchards. Then they opened the Gardenview Packing Facility.

Rae-Rae's Pumpkin Farm

Fiery matriarch Rae-Rae Bouthillier cares about two things: Prize-winning pumpkins and her dog Boomer.

Gardenview Ciderworks

The first major facility owned by Doug and Debbie Hadler. Ten years ago, they had a dream: an empire made of apples. They nearly achieved it too, until the cult forcibly took over everything they had worked for.

Bridge of Tears

It was called the Mišihrew Bridge when the railroad was still active. It’s now a rickety old train bridge and John Seed's ideal location to send a warning message to all sinners.

Frobisher's Cave

In 1970, a cougar, named "Frobisher" by the locals, killed the star pitcher of a rival baseball team. The Hope County Silver Foxes won that year and changed their name to the Cougars in Frobisher's honor.

Howard Cabin

Home of Niesha Howard, an extreme rock climber from Canada who moved to Montana to be a prepper.

Copperhead Rail Yard

Copperhead Rail was created in the late 1800s by Emmet Reaves. It was shut down in the early 70s and a lot got left behind. It became a place for kids to get drunk or bums to find shelter, then the cult bought it.

Lincoln Lookout Tower

It’s the last working fire tower in the county. A man who worked here promised to help the Strickland family fight off the cult if ever their farm was under attack.

Sergey’s Place

A hobo historian calls this place home. Nobody's seen him in a while though.

Boyd Residence

Will Boyd lives here, or at least he did. No one in the valley talks about him. And for good reason.

Strickland Farm

Property owned by the Strickland family of farmers. No friends to Eden’s Gate.

U.S. Auto

A scrap yard containing trashed cars, broken farm equipment, and even a few busted planes. Eden's Gate uses the garage to build and maintain their convoys.

Doverspike Compound

Les Doverspike was a militia nut and he built himself a bunker. Nobody in the prepper community liked him. Despite that, he was anti-cult and pro-Resistance.

Harris Residence

Mike and Deb Harris were preppers with a cunning plan to keep themselves fed after the end of the world.

Reservoir Construction Yard

Deep North Water wanted to build a new reservoir for the Holland Valley. The company ran out of funding and was chased away by Eden’s Gate.

Dodd’s Dumps

Colin Dodd used to run garbage disposal for the whole Holland Valley, and his business lot shows it. The cult intimidated him into leaving but has yet to sort through all he left behind.

Davenport Farm

The remains of a run-down farm. Local farmers let their cows graze here. Can't let good land go to waste.

Hilgard Electric Power Station

The Holland Valley's power supply is reliant on this transformer station which is controlled by Eden's Gate.

Golden Valley Gas

Once the kind of gas station that gave out free bubble gum to kids, Golden Valley is now a strategic point of gasoline and auto maintenance for the Project at Eden's Gate.

Green-Busch Fertilizer Co.

Facing a decline in business, the Green-Busch family said “yes” and sold the place to John Seed on the condition that locals could keep their jobs and work alongside Eden's Gate.

St. Isidore School

Once a religious boarding school, it was forced to close its doors by Eden's Gate.

Dodd Residence

Home of Colin Dodd, hoarder and DIY enthusiast. He never throws anything out. His granddaughter Nadine's been known to lurk here.

Roberts Cabin

Home of Joe Roberts, a hunter. He's gone missing. He loved hunting deer above all else.

Hope County Clinic

Dr. Kim Patterson provides medical services to Hope County's farmers and low-income residents, many of whom would never receive care in such a remote area.

Holland Valley Station

In the days that it was up and running, Copperhead Rail used to stop here. Eden’s Gate uses this station to catch people who try to escape the region.

Grain Elevator

As the farmlands started to collapse, the grain elevator was the first casualty. Too expensive to maintain.

Henbane River Rail Bridge

Copperhead Rail was created in the 1880s during a mining boom, and shut down in the early 70s after the industry collapsed.

Flatiron Stockyards

Bobby Budell established the stock yards in 1946, and has proudly provided farm and ranch auction services since. The economic and community base employed over 25 people at its height.

Fillmore Residence

Home of Doug Fillmore. Not much is known about him.

Dupree Residence

Home of Tommy Dupree, an idiot who used to work at Green-Busch Fertilizer Co. He got fired by Eden's Gate because he was as dumb as the crap he bagged.

Catamount Mines

Fall’s End owes its existence to the gold Orville Fall discovered here in 1865. The mine brought a generation of prosperity to the region until a suspicious accident entombed 100 men within it, forcing its closure in 1912.

Sunrise Farm

Sunrise Farm was going under, so owners Mike and Chandra Dunagan reluctantly sold it to Eden's Gate. Big mistake.

Deep North Irrigation Reservoir

Originally designed to irrigate farms, the reservoir became a liability when the cult began putting Bliss in the water supply. The Resistance sealed it up to buy themselves time.

Red’s Farm Supply

The Redler family has run this place for 4 generations, and earned a reputation for honest business. Wendell did his best to keep it out of cult hands.

Purpletop Telecom Tower

In the 1950s, Purpletop Telecom built this tower, blessing people with the wonders of AM radio. As time and technology marched forward, they were also given the American splendor of a local TV station.

Woodson Pig Farm

This place has been in the Woodson family since 1943. Current owners Andrew and Frances Woodson used their wealth to try to stand up to John Seed and fight him in court. They lost, and joined the Resistance.

Sawyer Residence

Don Sawyer came from out of town to join the Project at Eden's Gate. He restores canoes, but isn't very good at it. Visitors have sworn they've heard him swearing in Russian over those boats.

Hyde Barn

Kenny Hyde's a poor man in Holland Valley, but that doesn't stop him from loving deep fried balls. He's the proud keeper of Fall’s End Testy Festy decorations, stashing them at his barn until they're needed.

Kupka Ranch

Zip Kupka's the only one who really knows what's going on in the Holland Valley.

John’s Gate

A missile silo long decommissioned and abandoned. The locals used to call it "Area 68." Eden's Gate bought it in secret and turned it into a bunker that is in John Seed's safekeeping until the Collapse.

Security Gate

Formerly the entrance to the missile silo, it's now the gateway to John Seed's bunker. Everything taken in the Reaping passes through this checkpoint.

Steele Farm

The Steele family managed to get their kids out of Hope County, but stayed behind to try and defend their home from Eden's Gate.

Lamb of God Church

A Lutheran church. Its elderly priest was overshadowed by Pastor Jerome’s charismatic sermons. John once asked the priest to say “yes.” Not a chance. Then, the priest was gone. He had taken a “long vacation.”

Lamb of God Sacristy

The Project at Eden's Gate has turned the Lamb of God Church's sacristy into a holding place for everything they need to baptize people at the water's edge.

Armstrong Residence

The Project at Eden's Gate targeted the Armstrong family early, burning their home to the ground when Grace Armstrong refused to devote her sharpshooting skills to the Father's cause.

Bradbury Tractor Shed

A shed for tractors.

Hope County Jail Bus

Prisoners hijacked this bus but were run off the road. The wreck was left to rot in the woods. When Eden's Gate brought prohibition to Hope County, some enterprising moonshiners set up shop behind the cult’s back.

Parker Laboratories

Home and workshop of Dr. Laurence Parker, and the origin of many mysterious noise complaints.

Seed Ranch

The power of yes gave John Seed this dream ranch overlooking the Holland Valley. it has commanding views, a private air strip, and secluded soundproofed rooms for his most invigorating religious pursuits.

Bradbury Farm

The home of the Bradbury family, hay farmers for generations. The strange pattern of dead hay in the field does not impact the quality of the final product. That's the Bradbury guarantee.

Bradbury Hay Field

Bradbury Farm's hay is baled and stored here before being sold to clients looking to feed their livestock with quality hay.

Laurel Residence

Laurel family honey was a local market favorite until their bee colony collapsed and jeopardized the business. It also spooked the Laurels who sunk money into a bunker and became preppers overnight.

Eden’s Gate Greenhouse

Bliss plants are found throughout the Henbane River, but they're also found here. John Seed takes the flowers he receives by boat from the east and plants them in his greenhouse.

Seed Boat Launch

Once a favorite spot for summer frolickers, this boat launch is used by John Seed for receiving shipments of Bliss and other supplies from elsewhere in Hope County.

Rye & Sons Aviation

This plot of land was first settled in 1920 by Willard Rye. He started a crop dusting business. His sons inherited both and it now belongs to the current generation of Ryes: Nick & Kim.

Kellett Cattle Co.

The Kellett family supplied beef for 3 generations. These proud Republicans thought they recognized the American spirit in Eden’s Gate, but when John Seed asked them to serve the Project, they said “no.”

Fall’s End

After prospector Orville Fall struck gold, his small mining camp quickly grew. Decades later, his rival, rail baron Emmett Reaves, shot him dead in the streets, giving the town its official name.

Old Silo

Welcome to the middle of it.

Kay-Nine Kennels

The owner, Kay Wheeler, loved her dogs more than life itself. She bred and trained hunting and guard dogs. When Eden’s Gate showed up, the local demand for guard dogs tripled. John Seed noticed and took action.

Sunrise Threshing

A silo and shed complex attached to Sunrise Farm. Rumor has it that Mike Dunagan's stashed a lot of cool shit around here somewhere.

Redler Residence

Home of Wendell Redler, local businessman and Vietnam veteran.

Adams Ranch

Jules Adams lost her husband in an "accident" after saying no to John Seed. Her family's struggled to keep the cattle ranch out of cult hands ever since.

Miller Residence

Despite financial hardship, the Miller family refused the cult’s invitations, prepping for doomsday all on their own. When the reaping came, Jerry Miller was out working.

Wellington Residence

The Wellington family mine is an urban legend, supposedly stuffed with gold, explosives, or both depending who you ask. Generations of Wellingtons (possibly inbred) have tried and failed to strike it rich here.

[aurevoirmonty]

«Kiev envoie les vivants mourir, mais n'accepte pas ses morts»: la Russie publie le nom des Ukrainiens morts au combat, désavoués par le régime de Kiev.

Des responsables russes ont dévoilé l'identité de près de 100 soldats ukrainiens tombés au combat, qui figuraient parmi les plus de 6.000 que Moscou avait offert de renvoyer à Kiev, à titre humanitaire.

Un premier convoi, transportant les restes de 1 212 soldats, était arrivé au point d'échange désigné, mais la partie ukrainienne ne s'est pas présentée.

«Nous commençons à publier les listes de corps identifiés afin que les familles puissent retrouver leurs morts», a expliqué le gouverneur de la région de Zaporijjia.

«Nous comprenons que Kiev dispose de ces données, mais elles sont délibérément cachées au public»

«Le régime de Kiev commet un génocide contre son propre peuple», a déploré la porte-parole russe Maria Zakharova.

«Aucune nation ni aucun groupe ethnique au monde ne refuserait d'enterrer ses soldats».

[cynicalrosebud]

Rumor Has It (4)

Masterlist

Our dear Rumor has been sent to assist Ghost and Soap in Las Almas, what could possibly go wrong?

The sun hung low in the sky as Rumor descended the ramp of the carrier plane, joining Ghost and Soap in the dusty streets of Las Almas. The air was hot and thick with tension as they awaited contact with Los Vaqueros. Rumor strolled with his usual cheeky confidence, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with a smirk.

Soap nudged Rumor with a grin. "Welcome tae paradise, lad. Jus’ don’t go flirtin’ wi’ every cowboy we meet, aye?"

Rumor flashed a grin. "No promises, Albannaidd. Can’t resist a man in uniform, see."

Ghost’s voice was low and rough. "Keep yer head in the game, Rumor. We’re not ‘ere for fun."

"Always focused, Ysbryd," Rumor winked. "But a lil’ charm never hurt anyone, did it?"

As they continued onward, two figures appeared—a tall, commanding man and a slightly shorter, formidable presence. Alejandro Vargas and his second-in-command, Rodolfo Parra, approached.

“Alejandro!” Soap called out, greeting the Colonel with an enthusiastic handshake.

“Sergeant MacTavish,” Alejandro nodded.

“Call me Soap.”

Alejandro glanced at Ghost with a lopsided grin. "Lieutenant, Laswell says they call you Ghost."

Before Ghost could respond, Soap jumped in. "Actually, I believe he prefers tae be—"

“That’ll do,” Ghost cut him off sharply.

Rumor snickered as Soap’s mouth snapped close with a click, lips forming into a small pout.

Alejandro arched an eyebrow at the exchange but returned to business. Rodolfo stepped forward. "And you are? We were only told that 141 would be here."

Rumor took Rudy’s hand. "Rumor’s the name, Cariad. Captain Price asked me tae assist, and I’ve never been one tae say no tae a pair o’ pretty eyes. Heard plenty about you an’ yer cowbois."

Rudy raised an eyebrow. "All good things, I hope."

Rumor leaned in slightly. "Only the best, handsome."

Alejandro smirked. "You’re a bold one, Rumor. We’ll see if that charm holds up when things get heated."

Rumor shot him a heavy-lidded look. "Plenty tae go around, Colonel. But let’s focus on the mission first, aye?"

Soap chimed in sharply. "Aye, let’s keep it tactical, Rumor. No time fer distractions."

Rumor chuckled. "Jealous, Albannaidd? Don’t worry—plenty of me tae go around."

Ghost clenched his jaw but said nothing, his gaze lingering on Rumor.

Alejandro gestured for them to follow. "We’ve got work to do. We will brief you on the situation. Let’s move."

Rumor couldn’t resist. "Lead the way, Colonel. Just point me in the right direction, and I’ll handle the rest."

Soap shot him a warning glance.

Alejandro led them to the convoy. "Welcome to the city of souls."

Soap commented, "Never been tae Mexico."

Alejandro replied, "This isn’t México, Sergeant. This is Las Almas."

Ghost cut in. "Shepherd’s contractors are inbound to reinforce. They’re bringin’ hardware and need space."

Alejandro nodded. "My base is your base."

"Good," Ghost said. "Now, where’s Hassan?" Rumor fought a little shiver at the dangerous tone the lieutenant’s voice had dropped into. He wiggled his hips subtly in his seat.

"Cartel safehouse, ten clicks from here. Get in."

The team climbed into the vehicle. Rudy added in Spanish, "Le tengo miedo a los fantasmas."

Alejandro smirked, glancing at the three UK soldiers. "You speak Spanish?”

Soap responded, "No."

Alejandro chuckled. "You will."

Rumor leaned in with a grin, speaking smoothly in Spanish. "Ah, querido, mi lengua es mucho más talentosa de lo que piensas."

The sound of their convoy rumbling to life barely covered Alejandro’s belly laugh, heading toward the base and into the heart of Las Almas.

As the sun dipped in the sky, casting long midday shadows over the streets of Las Almas, Soap, Ghost, and Rumor sat quietly in the back of the armored vehicle, the weight of the city pressing in on them. Dust billowed up in soft clouds around the tires as the convoy navigated through the narrow, winding roads, the distant sounds of bustling traffic and city noise a constant hum. The air inside the vehicle was thick with tension, the unfamiliar surroundings gnawing at the edges of their focus.

Soap, rifle resting against his lap, watched the world outside with a wary eye. His attention was suddenly drawn to a truck rumbling by, worn and beat-up, carrying four armed men standing in the back, rifles casually slung over their shoulders. His body tensed, fingers tightening instinctively on his weapon.

“White truck,” he muttered, eyes tracking the vehicle as it passed. “Four armed in the back.”

His hand started to move towards his rifle, but before he could fully react, Alejandro’s voice came from the front seat, calm but firm.

“Tranquilo. Easy.” Alejandro glanced back at him, his tone carrying both reassurance and warning. “That’s normal here. Guns on the street are the jurisdiction of the police.”

Soap leaned back slightly, but the unease lingered. Guns in the open? It wasn’t right, and it gnawed at him. Before he could dwell on it, Ghost spoke up, his voice rough, cutting through the thick atmosphere in the vehicle.

“Where are the police?” Ghost’s question was blunt, but there was genuine curiosity beneath his gruff exterior.

Alejandro’s expression darkened, the weight of the truth hanging heavy in the silence that followed.

“Las Almas has a very serious problem,” Alejandro replied, his voice tinged with bitterness. “There are few here to uphold the law. And many of those who resist corruption…” He paused for a moment, glancing out the window at the passing streets. “Disappear.”

Soap frowned, the situation sitting uncomfortably in his gut. He looked over at Rumor, whose usual mischievous grin was absent as he listened to Alejandro’s words, his expression uncharacteristically pinched in seriousness.

“What about the military?” Soap asked, his voice edged with frustration.

Alejandro let out a sigh, the resignation clear in his voice. “Because we are well-trained, soldiers are generally recruited by the narcos.”

Ghost’s gaze sharpened as he shifted slightly in his seat, his tone testing, probing for weakness. “Why not you?”

Alejandro turned his head just enough to meet Ghost’s gaze, his expression calm and resolute. “We grew up here. They call us Los Vaqueros—Cowboys. We love this place. And we will die fighting for it.”

His words were simple, but the conviction in them left little room for doubt. For a moment, the trio exchanged glances, each processing Alejandro’s words in their own way. Ghost, ever the pragmatist, nodded slightly, accepting the colonel’s answer without further comment.

As the convoy continued, they passed an ice cream cart on the side of the road, guarded by armed men with rifles slung over their shoulders. The vendor handed a brightly colored cone to a small child, whose mother stood nearby with a gentle smile on her face. Soap watched the scene unfold, his brow furrowing in disbelief. He glanced over at Ghost and Rumor, shaking his head.

“Kids, guns, and balloons,” Soap muttered dryly. “Tha’s a new one.”

Alejandro’s voice broke the uneasy silence, a bitter edge to his tone. “Narcos use generosity to win over the people.”

Rumor, who had been watching the child, his expression soft and thoughtful, turned to Alejandro with a somber look in his eyes. “Even the children?” he asked quietly.

Alejandro met Rumor’s gaze in the rearview mirror, and for a brief moment, a shared understanding passed between them. “Especially the children,” Alejandro replied, his voice heavy with the weight of the truth.

As they pressed on, the streets grew busier, and the mood in the vehicle shifted once again. They soon approached a gruesome sight—two bodies lying under white sheets, their forms eerily still. The sheets were covered in Spanish writing, and nearby, a truck loomed large, draped in banners made from the same cloth. Police tape fluttered in the wind, a grim warning to anyone who passed.

Soap’s eyes narrowed at the sight, his stomach churning. “Wha’s on those sheets?” he asked, his voice low.

Alejandro didn’t turn to look, his voice cold and hard. “Narcomantas.”

“Cartel cloths,” Rudy added from the front seat, his tone grim.

Alejandro nodded, the distaste clear in his voice. “Messages from El Sin Nombre. Warnings. Marking territory.”

Rumor’s voice was tight as he muttered, “Like beasts.”

Alejandro sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Our streets are laced with death.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with the truth of the situation. The trio sat in silence, absorbing the gravity of what they were seeing, of what was happening all around them.

After a long pause, Ghost broke the silence once more, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Who’s Sin Nombre?”

“El Sin Nombre,” Alejandro repeated, his voice dropping into a serious tone. “The Nameless. The leader of the Las Almas cartel.”

Soap leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowed. “An’ where can we find him?”

Alejandro shook his head with a dark chuckle, his eyes scanning the city streets as they passed a massive mural dedicated to El Sin Nombre. “You can’t. No one knows who he is.” He gestured to the mural with a small, humorless smile. “But he is everywhere. And this is a challenge.”

Rudy, catching all three of the male’s gazes in the rearview mirror, as he added with a smirk, “Los Vaqueros like challenges.”

Ghost’s gaze sharpened as he stared back at Rudy, his blank mask concealing whatever thoughts lay behind his eyes. Rudy’s tried to lighten the mood as he quipped, “With your mask, you’ll fit in well here, Ghost.”

Alejandro, warned him in rapid Spanish. “Ay, calmada.”

Soap made a quick cutting motion across his neck in a ‘stop-talking’ gesture, while Rumor scrunched his face up in a look of pure ‘yikes’.

The brief moment of levity was soon swallowed by the gravity of their mission, but the camaraderie between them was clear. Even in the face of such overwhelming darkness, they moved forward as a team, determined to see their mission through.

As the convoy wound its way deeper into the heart of Las Almas, the weight of the city pressed in on them.

The trio’s jeeps rolled through the crowded streets, the cacophony of the city creating a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere inside the vehicle. As they approached a military checkpoint manned by Mexican soldiers, Alejandro, sitting beside Rodolfo, glanced at the looming barrier.

“Checkpoint,” Alejandro announced. “It’s the army. Turn right, we’ll go around.”

Rodolfo nodded and expertly maneuvered the jeep to the right, taking them off the main route.

“Why?” Soap asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

“Some troops are in the pocket of El Sin Nombre,” Alejandro replied, his tone serious. “Like I told you, he is everywhere. The cartel is hiding Hassan in the village across the river. Let’s hope he’s still there.”

The convoy continued navigating the maze of city streets, weaving through traffic and avoiding the checkpoint. The vibrant, chaotic cityscape of Las Almas sped by, the mix of everyday life and hidden danger creating an unsettling backdrop for their mission.

As the vehicles drove on, the tension of their mission hanging heavy in the air.

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Never forget.

En ce jour le plus long, plus de 200'000 hommes se trouvaient face à face, sur les plages de Normandie.

Les forces alliées débarquaient sur les plages de Normandie, le 6 juin 1944

Au nom de code Neptune, a été le plus important de l’histoire en termes de navires engagés.

Alliés

Effectifs: 156'177 hommes 5 divisions d’infanterie et 3 divisions aéroportées sont débarqués le jour J, dont 10'470 seront tués, blessés ou disparus, selon les chiffres du Mémorial de Caen, dans l’ouest de la France. Par mer, environ 133'000 hommes: soit 58'000 Américains sur les plages Utah et Omaha, 54'000 Britanniques sur Gold et Sword et 21'000 Canadiens sur Juno 177 Français débarquent aussi sur Sword.

Par air, 23'000 hommes: 13'000 parachutistes américains sont largués sur l’ouest de la France, dans le Cotentin et 10'000 Britanniques entre l’Orne et la Dives.

Aviation: pendant la seule journée du 6 juin, 11'500 appareils dont 3500 planeurs de transport, 5000 chasseurs et 3000 bombardiers survolent les plages normandes et déversent 11'912 tonnes de bombes sur les défenses côtières allemandes. Les pertes seront faibles: 127 avions perdus et 63 endommagés.

Marine: l’opération Neptune engage 6939 navires et la force de débarquement proprement dite comprend 4126 navires et barges constitués en 47 convois. Une partie des transports les LCA, Landing craft assault accompliront la traversée à bord de bateaux plus puissants pour n’être mis à la mer qu’au large de l’une de leurs cinq plages de débarquement. Les autres types de péniches traverseront la Manche par leurs propres moyens, notamment: les LCI (Landing craft infantry), petits transports de troupes, les LCT (Landing craft tanks) qui transportent des chars et des véhicules, les LCVP (Landing craft vehicle personal), les LST (Landing ship tanks), ainsi que les fameux «ducks» (canards), engins amphibies propulsés par une hélice. 20'000 véhicules et un millier de chars ont ainsi été transportés. La flotte logistique compte 736 navires auxiliaires et 864 navires marchands pour le transport de vivres, munitions et les hôpitaux flottants. Parmi les navires marchands, 54 blockships seront coulés pour former des rades artificielles.

L’escadre de combat totalise 137 navires de guerre dont sept cuirassés, une vingtaine de croiseurs, 221 destroyers, frégates, corvettes, 495 vedettes, 58 chasseurs de sous-marins, 287 dragueurs de mines, quatre poseurs de mines, deux sous-marins.

Forces allemandes

Effectifs: ~ 148'000 hommes de la 7ème armée sont stationnés en Normandie et environ 50'000 dans la zone de débarquement. A proximité des plages, une seule division blindée, la 21ème, au sud-est de Caen, et six divisions d’infanterie. Deux autres divisions blindées, la 12e SS (Hitler-Jugend) et la division Panzer-Lehr, sont respectivement près d’Evreux et vers Alençon-Le Mans. Trois autres divisions 1ère SS, 2ème et 16ème se tiennent au nord de la Seine, aux environs de Mons, Péronne et Senlis.

Aviation: une bonne partie des appareils vient d’être envoyée sur le front est. Restent quelques dizaines de bombardiers et chasseurs.

Marine: 30 vedettes, quatre destroyers, neuf torpilleurs, 35 sous-marins.

[selidren]

Automne 1940 - Londres

7/9

Jean-François s'est fait mal en sautant, mais ne croyez pas sa lettre si il vous raconte s'être cassé la clavicule. Au plus un gros bleu et quelques écorchures en heurtant le sol. Après cela, il a fallut marcher pendant des heures. Nous étions en fin de journée, et nous avons continué une partie de la nuit, évitant les villages et nous cachant dans des buissons à la moindre alerte, quand un train passait ou que nous entendions des voix. Je mentirais en disant que ce fut une partie de plaisir, mais avec le recul, je trouve que nous avons fait preuve d'une décontraction hors de propos. Sans doute avons nous eu beaucoup de chance.

Aussi étrange que cela puisse paraître, je garde de cette marche un excellent souvenir. Cela faisait très longtemps que je n'avais pas eu l'occasion de partager quelque chose avec Jean-François. Bien que nous soyons frères et que nous nous voyions souvent, nous évoluons dans des sphères différentes et nos centres d'intérêts ne convergent que peu. S'enfuir d'un convoi de prisonnier et risquer sa vie est une expérience qui a renforcé nos liens comme rien d'autre ne pourrait le faire.

Transcription :

Jean-François « Je crois que je me suis fait mal. »

Marc-Antoine « Arrête de geindre. Tu n’as pas de vertèbre fêlée. »

Jean-François « C’était dangereux. »

Marc-Antoine « Tu as sauté d’un demi-mètre d’un train qui allait à très faible allure. Non, je rectifie, tu t’es laissé tomber comme un sac sur ton épaule. Et personne ne t’a tiré dessus. »

Jean-François « Je suis un universitaire, pas un aventurier. »

Marc-Antoine « Et moi je suis un conseiller municipal, je n’ai pas plus d’aptitude que toi. Tu aurais du écouter Papa quand il t’a dit « Mens sana in corpore sano ». Tu es un peu jeune pour t’en souvenir, mais c’était un homme plus imposant autrefois. »

Jean-François « Je suis juste maladroit. Je te rappelle que tout ce cirque est ton idée et… pourquoi ris-tu  à la fin ? »

Marc-Antoine « Non… Pardon… Ce n’est pas toi. Enfin, si un peu. Mais… Jean-François, nous avons réussi ! »