IC L'organisation CLAUDE dans "Le maquis a des yeux" - Fall of DELTA GREEN

tutunaku

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3 Janvier 1951
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Hotel 'Metropole', Hanoi



The dining room is quite fashionable, and perhaps inappropriate for a briefing, but the man you've only known as The Admiral has summoned you here. You already know your next posting. Down in the Delta, of the Mekong, and your purported purpose for being there. You are to navigate and establish contacts with the isolated communities around the Plain of Reeds, recruiting as many auxiliaries for the French Union, and denying the Vietminh those resources. That is your first cover, anyway.

Secondarily, you are there to form a maquis, and use the Northerner's guerrilla tactics against them. To the purpose you are tasked with finding an obscure, isolated population referred known by French anthropologists as the Tchau-Chau.

Thirdly, and here is where your ties with Pere Claude come in, you are to ascertain if certain untoward rumors are true.

The Admiral is one of Father Claude's deacons, and he has called you to brief you as best he can about what is to come.
 

pstjmack

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Feeling awkward and out of place in his dress whites after months aboard the Landing Craft Infantry command boat of Dinassaut 7, Olier Hamon steers across the dining room under the revolving ceiling fans, towards the man known as the Admiral.

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tutunaku

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The Admiral pretends not to notice the naval officer's arrival until you've seated yourself. He sips from a decanted bottle of what looks like cognac, and alternates a swig of mineral water. In a mellifluous Corsican accent, the gentleman greets him.

"Lieutenant, welcome. May I offer you a drink while the others arrive?"

He smiles at an elegantly dressed Vietnamese waiter and the man strides to the Breton's side, with a passive, expectant look.
 

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"A Calvados," Hamon orders, not ready to trust the Vietnamese, no matter how refined, with his beloved Breton chouchen.

"Sir," he begins hesitantly, "while we are still alone, may I ask what is your connection with Père Claude?"
 

tutunaku

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The Admiral crosses himself and smiles.

"Straight to the point then? I serve as the Pastor for Indochina. I am your ultimate intercessor with the Father. You can talk to whomever serves as the Sacristan in Chochinchina or you can seek me out if you make it back to Hanoi. I speak with the Father regularly and that is all you need to know for now."

There is a curtness to his reply that is discomfiting, and the awkwardness is broken with the return of the waiter bearing a bottle of Pierre Huet and a frosty glass.
 

bikewrench

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Guy strides into the hotel and heads towards their table when he recognises the Admiral as indicated by the staff.
He is a large man with a dark tan and close cropped thinning hair and wearing a loose fitting linen suit. (There are a couple spots on it and he has leather sandals on.)

"Monsieur Amiral, monsieur...
Good evening to you both. I hope that I'm not late... looking at the Admiral and giving a perfunctory salute.
Shall I assume that this is an naval engagement..." (He signals the waiter and mouths ba moui ba holding up two fingers)
 

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He is smirking when he says this last line and he winks at the Lieutenant while he lights his pipe.
"I am sorry... my name is Guy."
 
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tutunaku

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Guy strides into the hotel and heads towards their table when he recognises the Admiral as indicated by the staff.
He is a large man with a dark tan and close cropped thinning hair and wearing a loose fitting linen suit. (There are a couple spots on it and he has leather sandals on.)

"Monsieur Amiral, monsieur...
Good evening to you both. I hope that I'm not late... looking at the Admiral and giving a perfunctory salute.
Shall I assume that this is an naval engagement..." (He signals the waiter and mouths ba moui ba holding up two fingers)
The waiter smiles, bows slightly, and turns around to leave. The Admiral rises from his chair and embraces Guy warmly.
"It has been some time hasn't it?"

He turns to the Lieutenant. "This man and I were in the Maquis together. I'm pleased he can join your group for the work ahead."

The waiter returns with a tray bearing two bottles with large '33's on them and a steaming bowl. He places the beer in front of Guy and the bowl of what turns out to be pho in front of the admiral, alongside a plate of toasted barguette slices and butter.

Men in uniform and tasteful tropical dinner attire enter with what must be wives, girlfriends, and mistresses.
The dinner crowd seems to be filtering in, but the waiter, now accompanied by two more of his coworkers, discreetly escort the other diners to the bar, the veranda, and other smaller dining rooms. It seems you will have privacy.
 

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Very much the fish out of water, Hamon sips his Calvados, and devotes all his Military Science to deducing details of the Admiral.
 

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Henri arrives at the hotel dining room in his well-pressed and clean dress uniform, keenly aware of being somewhat lower on the social strata than the officers and other patrons of the establishment. He nods his thanks to the staff member who directed him to the appropriate table. He offers an appropriate salute to the Admiral when he arrives, but does not raise his voice to interrupt the conversation.
 
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