//------------------------------// // Chapter 5 The Resistance and Plans // Story: The beauty of Paris // by Bronycommander //------------------------------// Chapter 5: The Resistance and Plans Marie woke up when she heard Sweetie Belle crying. She stood up and walked to Sweetie Belle. “Mommy, Mommy!" She screamed in her sleep. “Sweetie Belle, I’m here, please wake up.” Sweetie Belle woke up instantly and buried her head into Marie’s chest. She rocks her and hummed a lullaby until she was asleep again. Then Marie went into bed with Sweetie Belle. In the Morning, Marie woke up when someone knocked on the Door. Jules and Lilly were outside. “Good morning, you two. What brings you here?” “We wanted to see if Sweetie Belle is alright,” Jules responded. “She’s still asleep, but you can come in.” In the Living room, they heard a yawn. Sweetie Belle walked in with a messy mane. “Good morning. Excuse my messy mane, I just woke up.” “That’s ok. Are you alright? We didn’t wanted to get you into trouble yesterday. I mean you’re almost died.” Jules and Lily felt guilty. Sweetie Belle gave them a hug. “It wasn’t your fault. And I have been in a similar situation before.” “You were?” “Yes, Lily.” Then Sweetie Belle told them about her experience about the Cockatrice. “Sounds like you have been through a lot. But we will make your stay as comfortable as possible.” Lily liked her new friend very much. “Good morning, everybody.” “Franz!” Sweetie Belle hugged him happy. “Oh, we’re short on Milk, would you get one?” “Everything for you. Do you want to come with me Sweetie Belle? As long as you stay with me, you’re safe.” “I would love it.” “We would love to come too, but we’re must help our parents cleaning the house. See you later!” Lily called out while they left. Franz and Sweetie Belle walked to the market. No Soldier harmed her just as Franz told her. They came across a Sniper nest. Suddenly there was an Explosion. The nest collapsed. “Watch out!” Franz clutched her protectively. He was knocked out by debris. Sweetie Belle coughed from the dust. She checked Franz. She was glad that he was still alive and only knocked out. A Sturmwagen was already on the scene. “In the Battle.” A Soldier stepped out. Sweetie Belle noticed that he had a yellow aura “He can’t hide forever.” He ran over to Sweetie belle. “Who’s the leader of the Resistance? Talk!” “I don’t know anything about the Resistance. Please don’t kill me.” “Just close your eyes, soon it’s over.” The Soldier aimed at her head. Sweetie Belle closed her eyes. Instead of a bang, she heard a sound if someone was beaten up. “You’re alright?” a male voice asked. She opened her eyes to see a man. He was wearing a brown jacket and bonnet with a satchel bag on his back. “I think so.” She was wrong. A splinter was in her hoof. She cried a little in pain. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I have a friend who can fix this.” He gently picked her up and laid her into the seat of a captured Sturmwagen. Before he got in, he mumbled, “Nothin' to see here. Nope. Nobody special. Ignore the mick with the filly.” “Thank you mister…” “Devlin. Sean Devlin. And you are Sweetie Belle. I have my sources.” “You are the Saboteur, right?” “That’s right. I will bring you to the La Villette. There’s a friend of mine named Veronique Rousseau. She can help you.” She felt safe with him as he saved her life and sounded honoest and friendly. At the former Slaughterhouse, Sean parked the Sturmwagen into the garage. The Mechanic greeted both. In the basement, Sean called out, “Veronique, I need your help.” “What is it, Sean?” She saw Sweetie Belle's wound. “Oh you poor kid. Don’t worry; I got this fixed up in no time.” While she treated Sweetie Belle’s wound, the filly heard a conversation between Sean and Luc. “How goes the revolution?” “We’ve got something special coming up. Something big.” “Might as well tell me now. You Frenchies never could keep a secret.” “Not yet. Soon. First we gather our strength. I need to meet some friends of ours south of the river. We’re going to need transit papers.” “And you want me to pay a visit to the Spaniard?” “You have business arrangement, no?” “Aye, but I can’t say I trust that bastard.” “Go see Santos, my friend. Find me once you have the papers.” “I’m done, Sweetie Belle.” “Thank you, Veronique. Where am I?” “You are in the La Villette. It is our base of operation for the Resistance. We also have another base close by. And we will have soon a base on Zone 3 if everything goes well. You can stay here until your wound is healed.” “And how can I get home?” “That would be my job,” A Woman spoke to her. “You’re that woman that was helped by Franz, right?” “That’s right, name’s Clara. I will bring you home when you are fully recovered. If I can ask, how you got into this?” “It’s a long story.” Sweetie Belle told Veronique and Clara how she ended up here. But she was very tired. “You should get some sleep. Tomorrow, you should be able to get home.” Clara brought her into bed. “You’re right, I’m very sleepy.” With a yawn, she drifted off to sleep. “I will inform Franz about her.” Sean smiled at the sleeping filly. But none of them knew that the worst would still come.