France, 1944. As the Allies land on the shores of Normandy, an unlikely friendship strikes up between Levi Ackerman, a widowed French Jew, and Eren Jäger, a deeply-in-the-closet lieutenant in the German Wehrmacht. The two deal with love, loss, digni...
"I'll get into position." He glanced into the back of the truck. "Are you two okay in there?"
From under the benches normally used to transport soldiers, a blanket shifted, and Jean peeked out. With the limousine blocking the truck, it helped to hide Jean and Armin hiding in the back.
"We'll wait for the attack to begin. Hold your position until Armin gives you the signal."
Armin added, "The height of the lookout tower should allow the radio signal to get out. If you don't hear a reply..."
"You showed me how to hook into the main antenna," Connie cut in. "Sure wish it was you doing this."
"I'm not a sharpshooter."
Connie glanced over to his rifle. "Well, with any luck, I won't even have to use this."
"It's best if you don't, but if you do, if there's any trouble..."
"I'm ready to do what needs to be done," Connie said coldly. "Armin, I hope to see you after all this is done. Jean ... tschüss. It was good serving with you." With that, Connie marched off into the night.
Jean scoffed after he was gone. "Tschüss. We served together in the same platoon for almost two years, and that's all he has to say in the end. Typical!"
Carly looked at her limousine and sighed in regret. "It's a good car. I'm sad I have to leave it behind."
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Floch was also admiring the car, running his hand over the cream and black Rolls-Royce. "It really is nice."
"Well, if you want it, you can have it." She handed him the keys, much to his shock. "I'm not sure where you'll hide it in your barracks, though." She burst into a musical laugh and spun around until her skirt swirled. "It's rather liberating, actually. My father bought me this car. Leaving it behind is like leaving behind the last binds he tried to tie around me. Besides, I may try an American car next: a Packard or Cadillac."
From inside the truck, Jean's gruff voice warned, "Let's not get side-tracked."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm off to rescue your fair damsel now. She'll be waiting for your manly arms soon enough." Carly walked over to a door and opened it. "A bientôt messieurs. Don't keep me waiting."
* * *
Connie walked through the internment camp without anyone taking notice. He looked around, trying to figure out which lookout would be best. Then again, all he really had to watch for was Armin's signal that the others had made it and the French Resistance needed to pull back.
He softly laughed to himself and shook his head. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would team up with partisans!
He entered one of the guard towers and called out in a jovial voice.
"Hallo? I'm here to relieve you. There are girls out in the courtyard. You should go enjoy yourselves."
Connie glanced around. He thought there might be some trouble getting in, someone might try to look into who he was, and they would realize he was not stationed at this fort. So it was eerie that the room was silent.
