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darkpsy1986

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Name Sgt Eric Holder. (alias Sgt Claude Shultz)
Age: 28
Looks: blonde hair, athletic build, blue eyes.

Eric took the order to infiltrate the Nazi party in France as a covert op to aid Great Britain in its attempts to push back the German army until a more resolute solution could be made. He had been sucessful in manipulating info for the allies and causing the the soldiers to trun on one when the he felt the heat on him. But he knew that this would not work forever.

He was at his desk when a private ran to get him. There was a new group of prisoners coming in for him to interrogate. They were Rebels who fought against the army occupation of their town. He took the job of interrogation prisioners so he could help keep info in his hands and even help some escape. He walked out to the yard to aee.
 
Name: Reba Mandel
Age: 19
Looks: Light Brown hair, Blue eyes, curvaceous waist. 5’2

Reba scowled and fought against her captors, she along with a hand full of other resistance members had been tasked with taking out one of the bridges that the Nazi’s used to frequent not only her small home town but with one of the cities.

But they had been betrayed and when they arrived they had been ambushed with numerous Nazi soldiers who were quick to try and arrest them but there was still fight in Reba and her comrades resulting in a couple of them, Reba included getting roughed up at the hands of their captors.

However deep down she felt fear burn through her, she had seen the menacing look in several of the soldier’s eyes. She was the only female part of that particular team and she knew that if she was left alone they would attack her like wild animals attacking its prey.
 
Eric walked the fence as the group were pushed off the truck like cattle. He had seen one or two of the guys as they passed him. One glance and they already knew the routine and knew to keep their heads down. He was shocked to see the girl as she walked in. Cuts on her face and what looked like a dislocated shoulder he knew she would not last here. "Put the girl in room 3. Her screams. Won't be heard in there." he tells the soldier guarding the line. "I will get my things."

Room Three was just a steel box with no Windows and a heavy steel table in the middle. Stains of blood decorated the floor from interrogations past. Eric pushed a surgical tray down to the room. Two guards blocked the door. "You can leave. A little birdie with a crippled wing should be no match for me men. Guard the cattle shute and make sure they stay in line." he orders the guards as he enters the room and slams the heavy door shut.
 
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Reba fought the tears as the pain in her should began to slowly escalate to a searing pain she had never experienced before though made a promise to herself that if she ever found out who the traitor was then she would take great pleasure in killing them. The guards roughly dragged her through dark, dank corridors until they reached a room and they threw her inside without a care.

She landed on the floor with a tiny yelp, her hand instantly going to her shoulder as she felt the pain worsen. Her teeth bit her lip hard as her stomach started to knot she needed a plan, figure out a way of getting free.

It was at that moment she laid eyes on a pair of high polished boots and a crisply ironed Nazi uniform. “Go to hell!” she spat, though soon regretted it when she noticed a concerned look in his eye that she had never seen before.
 
Eric looked as she spit on him. Couldn't blame her but with the guards still close he had to act a little. A quick slap across the face and berating as he sat her in the chair and cuffed her in he went back to the heavy door and slammed it in anger.

He allowed himself a minute to cool off before focusing on the girl in the seat. Despite the cuts and scrapes she was stunning. "How's the arm?" he asks her as he drops his German accent for his natural voice.
 
She couldn’t fight the smile at the sound of his American accent. She should have known with the look in his eye that he wasn’t like the rest and hearing him speak just proved it. “Really sore. The beatings I could deal with but I was pretty sure that if I had stayed around those guys then it would have been a lot worse.” She said as she relaxed slightly.

She wasn’t sure what to make of the situation, so many things were burning through her mind at the same time, she was certainly angry that she had been betrayed by someone they no doubt trusted, she was then worried that there would be retribution against her family.

Taking a slow deep breath the throbbing started to push all those thoughts out of her head, she was sure it was dislocated and though she was trying to focus on anything but the pain she was slowly starting to let it win
 
Eric locked the door to stop people barging in on them and began to make some noise as he walked towards her. Pushing his cart he threw a wrench at a wall and banged on the table with a bar a few times, putting on a show for the leaving guards. "Sorry had to play it up." He tells her softly as he heard their boots on the pavement. He pulled a chair up to look at her wounds.

"Lets take a look here. Hmmmmmm we can reset your shoulder otherwise you got off lucky." He tells her, occasionally making slamming noises to keep passerby unaware of what's really going on. "I'm going to give you morphine to relax you and get rid of that pain before I do that. Name is Eric by the way what's yours?" he asks as he filled a syringe.
 
Reba watched him closely, though her smile never faltered. “They call me Reba, but my birth name is Rebecca.” She said softly, almost groggily as she closed her eyes not wanting to see the syringe piercing her slightly tanned flesh. “I am guessing you are an allied spy?” she questioned her voice soft so that she could not be over heard.

She felt her body instantly relax at the feel of the morphine, she knew that it was no doubt going to be painful when he popped her arm back into place but the morphine seemed to be taking the edge off her pain for now.
 
"Technically I'm not even here. The USA sent me for recon." he tells her as the administers the medicine. "But I couldn't sit back and watch this happen so I snuck in and been doing what I could to help." He tries his best to be gentle as he fixed her shoulder but even as high as she was on the drug she let out a painful groan as he placed it back in it socket. "So Rena you are going to sleep here tonight until I can get you out of here safely. So until then just keep your head down and don't talk unless I'm in the room ok?" he tells her but her eyes tell him that she was losing focus as the morphine did it job. He took some blood from her cut and wiped it on his knuckles. Then he made more noise to fake getting violent with her before helping her to the cot.
 
Bex woke a little while later to the feel of her arm throbbing and a cold chill dancing down her spine. She glanced around the room sleepily and saw that Eric was sat at the desk reading something as he no doubted waited for her to wake. “You didn’t have to stay with me.” she yawned as she slowly sat up and watched him.

She had to admit he was handsome, not to mention he was kind to the point he was willing to put his life in danger to make sure that she was safe. “What has happened to my friends?” she asked almost fearing the answer he would give her.
 
He looked to see her arise from the cot asking questions. "Don't worry bout them they know how to get free. A few of them even sat in that chair." He told her as he rifled through the paperwork. He hadn't slept at all that night as he knew what might happen to her. "I fed them some bullshit on a weapons cashe near the river that I know doesn't exist and today I'm going to "kill" you in the woods." He said as he grabbed the cuffs off the desk. "Lets head out."

As they left for the truck yard a chill came over Eric body. Outside was one of Adolf advisers. "That was suppose to be next week." he said to himself as the walk over to the truck. The advisor stopped him and questioned him on his actions. "I felt like taking care of this trash and I haven't shot this firearm in a while so I was heading to the woods to do so." he exclaimed. The advisor thought best to accompany him as they left.
 
Reba felt her body give an involuntary shiver burn through her body. She was scared for the first time since the war had started she was actually scared. She knew deep down that he wasn’t going to hurt her but with this advisor in tow she couldn’t be sure what he was going to do.

She wrapped her arms protectively around her waist as she was dragged gently in to the nearby woods. A cool chill danced down her spine, she shot a glance at Eric and prayed he knew what he was doing for both their sakes.
 
They were a good distance away from the base. Reba was pulled by the advisor and placed in her knees. He walked back to Eric chuckling, telling Eric of how it was a waste of a good woman. Eric pulls out his firearm and begins to aim down the sights as the advisor talks. "You are right sir. It is a waste of a good woman." he replies. The advisor stands along side Eric as he docks the hammer back and before anybody could count (bang).

Eric quickly pushed the Nazi to the ground and fired point blank in his skull. He bent down stripping the fresh corpse of anything valuable and ran over to Reba. "Well that happened. Time to go toots." he exclaimed as he picked her up.
 
Reba snuggled into his body her arms snaking around his neck as her tired brain tried to process what has actually happened. He had risked his own life to save hers. “We could go to my town, just for a little while then we can get help in getting you out of the country.” She whispered as he continued to carry her.

She drank in his scent, it wasn’t strong but it was distinctive and also kind of soothing. Her body shivered slightly as the cool air lapped ay her skin, she tucked herself closer to him wanting to savour his warmth.
 
Eric helped her into the passenger seat of the truck before looking at his watch. "Three two...." a loud explosion echoed in the air. "Hmmmm they started early." he said as he ran around to the driver side. He started the truck and drove away heading to Reba town.

He watched her as they cruised down the dirt road. "Well now that we are kinda running together now tell me a little about you." He inquires as they ride over through the mud and back onto a paved street.
 
“I grew up in a small town, my parents joined the Resistance pretty early on after occupation. My brother died fighting for his country and my best friend was taken away by the Germans because she was Jewish though I have a friend in the German army who said that they were being taking to Poland. I couldn’t bare sitting around and watching them take control because they thought that it was is owed them.” She whispered as she fought the tears. She knew a long time ago that her emotional wounds would take a long time to heal.

“You know they will execute you if they find you right?” she said, she was actually passed caring about her own safety but she wasn’t willing to let someone die because they tried to protect and help her.
 
"They would execute me for being an American spy." he replied as he drove. He could hear the pain in her voice as she spoke, a travesty to deal with. "Lets hope we can push back the line so we can find your friend." He says trying to give her hope. He begins to see the buildings in the distance. "If you don't mind first thing I should do is get out of this uniform when we get to your place. Don't need to upset your neighbors."
 
She gave him a small smile and nodded, she knew that he was trying to give her hope and on the surface she truly did appreciate it but deep down something in her gut told her there was no hope and that she wouldn’t be seeing her friend again until she herself died.

“You’re right, I’m sure some of my brothers clothes with fit you and then we can talk to my parents about helping get you out of here, now that you are a wanted man.” She said, softly. “Pull up here then no one with see you walk into my parents house in uniform.” She said softly pointing in the direction of a large barn beside a small house.
 
Eric follows her directions as he hides the truck behind the barn once he shuts the engine he strips his shirt off and stuffs it under the seat. The damp air hit his bones as they walk up to the main house. "Nice little place you have here." he comments as the walk up to the back porch.
 
Reba smiled at him as they entered the empty house. Her parents must of been out doing something for the resistance. "It's not much but it's definetly home." she smiled softly trying her best not to drool over the perfect chest staring back at her.

She certainly wasn't used to seeing a body look so defined. Granted most of the boys in the town weren't bad looking they just weren't as defined as Eric was.
 
Eric noticed how much she was paying attention to him. The sight made him chuckle on the inside, but couldn't help but look at her a similar way. Walking past a mirror he noticed a smudge of blood splatter on his face. Most likely from the man he killed. "So is there a bathroom where I can clean up?" he inquired as he begins to peel off his undershirt.
 
Reba swallowed and forced a smile as she tried not to pay too much attention to his bare skin that was about to be exposed. "Yeah, upstairs and at the far end of the hall." she instructed before heading to the kitchen so she could make something to eat for the pair of them.

She could feel her heart race against her chest, she knew she needed to control herself otherwise they would end up in more trouble than they were already in. After making them something to eat Reba headed upstairs to her brothers old room and instantly began rumamging through his closet for some clothes.
 
Eric noticed her getting hot and bothered as he removed his shirt. His mind wondered as he headed upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. Scrubbing his face and hair intently he looked in a mirror to keep checking to see if it was gone. After about 20 minutes he finally was done and look presentable.

He heard her in another room rifling through stuff so he tried to be of some help. Walking in he catches her in a drawer looking through shirts. "Can I be of some help?" he inquired as he walks behind her. His view of her causes excitement to build in him. He in intentionally allows his hand to land around her waist as he perks over her shoulder.
 
Reba instaptly relaxed back against him at the feel of his arm around her waist. "I'm trying to find you some clothes bit struggling as your a lot broader and more muscular than my brother and farther." She said glancing up at him.

"I can always ways your undershirt and altering some of these trousers and shirts. It shouldn't take too long. " She innocently rambled.
 
Eric mind began to get foggy as he held Reba. He wasn't paying attention to what she was saying but to her curves. His cock began to get rock hard as the calm of the empty house let his imagination run wild about her. His arm wrapped tightly as he pulled her closer to him. Knowing the way she looked at him it felt natural for him to make A move. "Why don't we wait on the clothes." he whispered with a smirk. Helping her out of her jacket he began to kiss her neck. It was a long time since he wanted someone so badly.
 
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