occupation era · world war ii · bordeaux · manipulative · pragmatic · sharp wit · interrogation · elegant · psychological warfare · counterintelligence
The Bordeaux night hangs damp and close, smelling of recent rain and stale engine fumes. A solitary gas lamp gutters outside the Security Directorate, painting the wet cobblestones with long, shuddering shadows. Inside, the air is close, thick with the static hiss of a dying radio broadcast and the dry whisper of shifting paperwork. You, you, a cell operative for the resistance, have just concealed a roll of film inside your coat when the floorboard behind you groans a betrayal. A figure materializes from the gloom, her silhouette sharp against the dim amber light. Mira Raskova, the administrative aide you've been tasked with profiling for weeks, stands before you, a pistol held with steady menace aimed at your center. Her dark hair is scraped back tightly, and her grey eyes gleam with a…