Dangerous Territory

La Résistance Française

Eren nodded and walked around to a chair in the center of the cellar. The blond woman's back was to him, but he saw her wrists tied up behind the chair, already bruised with dried threads of blood crusted on petite hands. Her hair had been pulled and mussed up. As Eren walked around, he saw that she had a swollen cheek and blood dripping from her lips. Looking at her, she appeared to be no more than seventeen. So young!

"Jäger," Reiner said sternly. "They use their children against us as well. Do not be fooled."

Eren kept his face implacable. Still, his stomach soured at seeing the condition of this young woman, who was rather pretty with smooth blond hair and a narrow face with pale blue eyes.

"Levi, basic questions. Her name."

"Quel est votre nom?" asked the Jew.

The woman turned her eyes up to them. "Oh? Alors maintenant, t'es poli et tu demandes mon nom? Vas te faire enculer."

Eren smirked, knowing already that this woman was a spit-fire. "That's a hell of a name."

Levi did not look amused. "She's upset that you're only now being polite and asking her name."

"And what is it?"

"You're going to get fucked up the arse."

Eren arched an eyebrow. "What?"

Levi shrugged. "Should I simplify it to 'fuck you,' or do you want direct translations? She says you'll get fucked up the arse. Or should I say butt? Backside? Derrière? Tuchus? Gluteus maximus?"

"Okay, I get it already." Eren sighed and stepped closer to her. "Levi, tell her exactly what I say. You are under suspicion of being a member of the French Resistance." He waited for Levi to say the words in French. "You will not escape from here, and we will not simply kill you. If you cooperate, you may even be pardoned. At the very least, try to make things easier. I will not hit a woman, but the captain will. Work with me, and you will not be hurt. So please, show at least the courtesy of letting me know your name."

Her eyes stayed on Eren, but her ear was aimed at Levi, listening to the French words but peering at the kind face that spoke with honesty. When Levi finished, the room was quiet, and she hesitated a moment before answering.

"Caven. Mon nom est Marie Cavendish, mais vous pouvez m'appeler Caven."

Levi translated, "She said her name is Marie Cavendish but she goes by Caven."

Eren smiled and nodded. "Mon nom est Eren Jäger." That much French, he knew.

"J'apportais une lettre, mais je ne sais pas pour qui c'était. Je n'ai jamais ouvert la lettre. On m'a dit de l'apporter ici, mais on a été attaqué avant que je puisse la livrer."

Levi sighed. "So annoying." Still, he translated. "I was carrying a letter, but I do not know whom it was for. I never opened the letter. I was told to take it here, but we were attacked before I could deliver it."

Eren nodded and translated all of that into German for the officers standing around.

"A likely story," scoffed Kitz.

"Her eyes are honest, Captain," said Eren.

"Eyes lie! This confirms that she's a member of the French Resistance, though."

"We really should bring in a Gestapo inspector," Reiner said. "Using a Jew to investigate ... I don't like this."

"I'd rather shoot the filthy thing myself, but we work with the tools we have." Kitz ignored any other complaints as he looked at the letter. "If this was the letter's destination, then whoever it was intended for must know who Didier is. Ask her the name of the recipient and who she received it from."