STILE MAUS

Needless to say, the world is at war. And beneath the sweeping winds of a winter storm, a Major sits at his window, dwindling a cigarette between his nervous fingers, pondering, thinking. A problem has presented itself, somewhere within the heat of the night and it remained with him, still now. Milo Haas is dead, murdered by a German gun. His involvement is not entirely important, but serves merely as a catalyst for the events that would shortly follow. An operation is quickly conceived...

But, before I get ahead of myself, I must declare, with a heavy heart of course, that Gestapo Major Heinrich Anaheim did not keep his operation secret, even though he would have liked to. No, Stile Maus would come to entertain an orchestra of operatives and bystanders, some innocent, and some not so much. Allow me to introduce a few of them.

The perplexed Private, the French dragon tamer, the haunted Uncle, the boy in love, the man with two faces, the pilot, the Colonel, the singer, the saboteur and the stallers, the master of disguise, the director, the dearly departed, the doctor and his daughter and… Well, thats just about it.

With all that said, hidden amongst the smoking rubble and the mounds of red brick and blackened stone, operation Stile Maus remains a mystery, for now that is.