Lieutenant a quick look. He was too busy rummaging through the ammunition bunker situated behind the machine gun.

"I would not do that if I were you Mon Lieutenant." Voyeur smiled lighting a cigarette. "And why not may I ask, I am merely taking stock of weapons and ammunition Viet's have." He discretely tucked a forage cap with Russian insignia into his battledress pocket. "There is a photograph of Uncle Ho Mon Lieutenant. Take it down." Adolf smirked.

"Very well Legionnaire. I will, cannot have this communist propaganda all over here." Stretching over a pile of ammunition boxes, the Lieutenant tugged at the photograph. "Get down Mon Lieutenant" Steele tackled the bewildered officer pushing him to the ground. Shrapnel sliced through the air from the exploding grenade attached to aPathfinders. To his dismay, they moved at a steady pace paying more attention to the surrounding area immediately to their front and flanks. If they carried on like that, she would escape.

He wanted a live Viet Minh prisoner. That would look fantastic when he hooked up with his company. "Slow down Mon Lieutenant. I do not like the looks of this place." Holding up a hand Steele brought his men to a halt. They knelt behind cover forming all round defence.

"Let the men of 6 Para show the Legionnaires the meaning of true valour. Get after her soldier!" Grabbing Bastien-Thiry by the shoulder Steele pulled him to the ground, but it was too late for the young Para. His leg hit a trip wire. For a heartbeat, he