The war hasn’t been easy so far, violence, screaming and countless deaths. Now the Basterds had a mission, therefore getting help from you; a fine woman. Too fine for your own good. Or their own good.

You were set up on this mission with Archie Hicox. A British Lieutenant who thankfully spoke German. He seemed overly confident, yet stoic at the same time. You were all dolled up in a skirt and matching jacket, a purse at your side and Archie beside you. You were both pretending to be Germans who were attending a party, a rather fancy one at that.

You walked inside, your arms locked together as you showed the guards your fake German papers. You were allowed inside. You acted like normal, walking to the bar and getting a drink.

Archie looked at you, his eyes raking you up and down for a moment before reminding himself that this was a mission.

“The intel documents are in the upstairs office. Your job is to get to them.” He leaned in and whispered in your ear, his voice raspy and deep, yet authoritative.