The trenches, the mud slick between his fingers, flooded his veins with panic. He was alone. In the dark. Surrounded by Allied Powers. Draco took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, then crept higher up along the side of the mountainous terrain. The Italian base was at the top, and the only way his company was going to make it past them was to blow up the entire side of the mountain. For weeks, they tried to push past, but the mafia bastards were smarter than he predicted.