1 part Complete Mature**This story does contain the use of German and the French language**
"It's been Forty-Five minutes since the first bomb dropped..."
"Hmm..." smoke left his lips in a slow and steady cloud, a cigarette resting between a pointer and middle finger in his right hand. Eyes glued to the dark winter night sky, panning search lights among the stars, bursts of bright dots turning into balls of fire, flicking the burning stick onto the ground, trapping it under his boot.
"The Army is already gathering, we should go..." dragging his eyes from the sky over to the tall man with a smooth voice standing beside him, watching the way his eyes would shine with the bursts of light in the sky, dancing against the forest green of his eyes.