Belloq Log

[archeologue]

Who: Belloq and OPEN
What: Belloq around town. Three locations, three starters.
When: Today-ish
Where: Museum, Resort bar, Pugsy's
Notes & Warnings: None at the moment. Will edit if something comes up.

Comments

[vengeance_driven]

"Their camps treated them a little better. Not a lot of French Jews. But they took about 2 million of you. With us? The Croats sold us out. Half a million of us murdered and 50,000 of those in Jasenovac.

"Trust me, you'll want out of that business when you go back. You get caught helping them and they hang you. I'm not even shitting you, man. They actually hand the people in on it if they have a good excuse." He claps a hand on his shoulder, hoping that the archeologist would see some sense. After all, it wasn't worth giving your life to someone who dicked over your people. Which may be the most principled thought he had in a while.

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"Two million? That's almost as much as the entire population of Paris. Mon dieu." It rattled him, hearing the specifics, in a way that talk of coming war in the abstract didn't. And the thought of being hanged rattled him even more. He absently brought his hand to his neck to rub along his throat.

"When I return, perhaps I will have to reevaluate my employment. Maybe move to California, they have good weather there, and no one ever invades California."

[vengeance_driven]

Niko isn't sure where California is. Maybe it's some place in the US. One of the middle states. Or what Canada used to be called? No one invades that and French people live there.

"Hey, from one morally questionable guy to another, alive is the best way to earn money. And not in jail."

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"I can drink to that."

And he raised his glass.

"To staying alive. Truly the best way to live."

[vengeance_driven]

Живели! Niko raised his glass, clinking them together, silently adding that was the case until he got tired of surviving, anyway. That wouldn't be bad.