Texas, United States of America

The setting is in a small bar. A short and stout young man drinks a shot of beer. Lamenting on the end of the devastating Second World War. Other men in the bar recognize him, as he's one of the most easily known Americans around his time. Audie Murphy, one of the most decorated American soldiers of WW2. His legendary story in the invasion of Italy a staple in the American military's campaign. He was resting after a long day of interviews for his famous exploits, imagining a distant future in the war torn world.

It was then the entry door swung open, two men strode in confidently. One of British descent, the other a Québécois. Mad Jack Churchill and Lèo Major. The Canadian approached Murphy, shaking his hand respectively.

"Evening, gentlemen. What can I do for you?" Audie asked him.

"Monsieur Murphy, I am Léo Major. Of the Régiment de la Chaudière." He said, in a heavy French accent.

"You're the one that singlehandedly liberated that Dutch town right?" Audie said in a congratulating manner. Major nodded.

He motioned if he could have a seat. Murphy nodded. Mad Jack also pulled up a chair, sitting down opposite of the relatively short American.

"Mister Murphy, I'm Mad Jack Churchill, British Army. Me and my, colleague have a preposition for you." Straight to the point, sounded like it was an urgent matter.

"Well, get on with it. As you Brits would say." Audie joked a little.

"There have been rumors circulating around. Apparently there has been a regiment of rogue Nazi soldiers roaming around Africa. Pillaging the local resources to try and resurrect the German Army. They are under the command of one, Ulrich Hermann. Fanatical chap, what's say we join forces and give those Nazis a little kick on the ass?" He suggested.

"Wouldn't you mean German Soldiers? The Nazis don't exist anymore, they haven't existed for four months now." Audie corrected.

"Not to ol' Hermann, he sees himself as the all-heroic Resistance. Lest we leave that bugger out and about, he could cause great damage to plenty of innocents." Mad Jack took a sip out of Audie's shot.

"If you don't mind." He apologized.

Audie contemplated the suggestion, Germany has been defeated. Though, these soldiers are technically flying the flag of a nonexistent nation. Making them simple terrorist scum. Therefore, no chance of a claim of unwarranted attack of existing German Military units.

"Deal. Any benefits?" Audie asked.

"The destruction of the last bastion of Third Reich fanaticism that's really all we can promise." Mad Jack claimed.

"That's the best of it of course." Lèo optimistically said.

"Right then, let's get on with it shall we?" Mad Jack urged.

Boston, United States of America | German POW Labour Camp

The gate to the working camp was opened, a young German man stepped out. With his bag of belongings slung over his back. Mad Jack was there at the gate to greet him, he was leaning against one of the wooden posts. Smoking a cigar. Audie and Léo were in a car waiting in the lot.

"Well, we don't have all day don't we Jerry?" He said.

"Jou vere ze one who bought my freedom?" He asked.

"Yes, what would your name be again?" Mad Jack questioned.

"Heinrich Severloh." The young man answered.

"Beast of Omaha." Mad Jack cited his given nickname.

"Zat vas given to me by ze media after ze Allied landings. I never asked to be called zat." Severloh grimaced.

"Apologies, but. I have a proposal for the both of us."

"Und vat would zat be?" He asked.

"Ever hear of an Ulrich Hermann?" He asked, blowing out his cigar and placing it back into his pocket for further use.

"Nein, I have heard of no such man." Heinrich admitted after giving it a thought.

Mad Jack told Severloh about the rogue officer's actions. The rampage of SS units in East Africa and the bad image he is creating for surrendered former German soldiers. Heinrich listened intently and his face conveyed interest.

"Ja, some officers feel very petty sometimes. But, Deutschland has surrendered already. Zere ist no use to continue fighting for a cause zat does not exist anymore." He said.

"So, what do you say? Should we bury the hatchet?" Churchill asked. "I already made a deal with the prison guards, should we all survive intact. He will ensure your freedom."

"Interesting, I accept your proposal, Herr Churchill. Von question though... Are you actually?" Severloh began to ask, before Churchill stopped him.

"Jerries already questioned me about that once, I only inherited the name. I'm not related to him." Mad Jack assured. Severloh nodded in response.

Once the two men returned to the car, Severloh was seated with Audie. Whom the both immediately struck up a conversation relating to life during the war.

Major sat in the passenger seat, while Mad Jack was driving. Once they pulled out of the parking lot, Mad Jack brought out a list of names, four of which were crossed out. One remained.

Vasily Zaitsev

Kiev, Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic

"That was a hell of long journey, do you think it would be all for nothing if we got arrested here?" Audie asked, as the group strolled down the streets of Kiev.

Mad Jack had a map he was struggling to read, as the man who gave them Zaitsev's address didn't give them a map in English.

"Blasted thing." He muttered.

After a few hours, the group managed to finally find Zaitsev's home. Mad Jack made his way up the steps and firmly knocked on the door once he got up. Severloh, Murphy and Major just waited around as Mad Jack heard footsteps approach the door.

"Da?" A man's voice was heard.

"Vasily Zaitsev?" Mad Jack asked.

Vasily recognized the accent as English, he opened his door to see Jack salute him. He saluted back.

"What is it you want?" He asked through his Russian accent.

"I'm Mad Jack Churchill, British Army." He extended his hand.

"Vasily Zaitsev, Red Army." He shook it firmly.

"Do you speak much English?" He asked.

"A little." He replied. (I know the real Vasily Zaitsev probably didn't speak much English but I really wanted to add him to this ragtag group.)

"Have you heard of those rogue German soldiers in East Africa? They've been trying to build up strength and recreate the German Army. I'm bringing together a team to get rid of them, and I'm here to ask if you want to join." Mad Jack offered.

Like Severloh, Zaitsev seemed very intrigued about the offer. He gave it a moment, before inviting the group into his home. Even Severloh.

"The War is over, we can be fine comrades. Come, have seat." Vasily went into the nearby room, coming back a few seconds later with a bottle of Vodka. The group all sat on Vasily's couch.

"Merci." Major said, taking a sip.

Zaitsev poured out the last shot for himself, downing it in one go. Everyone else also drank their shots, the room was mostly silent for a total of a minute before Vasily spoke up once more.

"So, I will join this group. Only one proposition." Vasily told Mad Jack. He bent down and pulled out a suitcase from beneath his couch. He opened it, pulling out a rugged and worn M1891/30 Mosin-Nagant with an applied scope.

"I take rifle with me." He let it rest on his lap.

"Well, the rifle joins us then." Mad Jack said.

(A/N: This is only a concept chapter, I may add more characters to this. So, suggestions are encouraged. What do you guys think of this idea?)