The streets of Bern were unusually empty tonight. Neither a citizen nor a soldier could be seen walking its streets. The lights flickered and waned. A testament to the decaying infrastructure of a nation that could no longer sustain itself.
Normally, there would be German soldiers guarding the rail stations and the streets just beyond. But they were nowhere to be seen.
And this was perfect for Réveil de France. Initially, they were expecting heavy resistance in their plot to bomb the railways, but with the withdrawal of German forces over the course of the last week it was all too easy for Pierre and his cell to infiltrate the station.
The security on watch hadn't even noticed the men jump the fence and head down to the tracks towards the junction. There, Pierre raised his hand and pointed in several directions. All while a submachine gun rested slung beneath his elbow.
