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Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

She was trying her best to be friendly, but Logan was the wrong person to be friendly towards. The feeling was usually not mutual, his personality was one that seemed to drive a lot of people away. He was a loose cannon, someone who's sole purpose in life right now was to do the kind of jobs that other people didn't want to do. Or was that couldn't do , he got them mixed up from time to time. But there was no point in being cold towards her. The name's Corporal Jim Howlett. The soldier replied, 22nd Battalion, Canadian Army. It said a lot about the United States Army if it couldn't rely on any of it's own men to do the mission Wolverine was currently doing. On the subject of her clothes, he figured that the rags she previously called her uniform was now useless. He also figured that she wasn't likely to agree to the idea of stripping a Prussian uniform off one of the Germans, seeing as they were covered in blood and mysterious holes -- which all seemed to come in three's. Ascending the staircase slowly, Wolverine motioned for Marla to remain downstairs for now. You stay here. I'll make sure the coast is clear. The soldier disappeared from her sight for around five minutes, returning with a different appearance. Gone was his Canadian fatigues. Instead, his body was clothed in German colours, a helmet disguising his hair. There's no one upstairs. Let's hurry up, get you dressed and find your German officer.
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Canadian?!? The girl's eyes widened, not sure what he was doing here after all. He certainly wasn't the American soldier she thought would come save her. Then again, maybe none of them would come and save her, so they had seek help else where. Or, there was always the possibility that no one could help her besides him, but what was the likely hood of him being some killing machine capable of keeping her safe and getting the package back? Well, whatever, it didn't matter why he was here or why he was sent, just that he was and now she had someone to help her. As he told her to stay put, she nodded, and decided to do a little snooping of her own. She walked over to the mass of bodies, looking at them in sheer horror for a few moments before finally kneeling down next to one of them. His eyes were open, and she shut them before using all her strength to roll him onto his stomach. It was only then she saw the cause of his death. Stab wounds. But not normal stab wounds. There were three puncture wounds in a row, almost like someone had stabbed him with three knives at one time. Which was strange, to say the least. However, as she heard someone start to come back down stairs, she froze on the spot, and almost screamed at the sight of what she though was a German soldier. However, upon close inspection, she realized that it was just Corporal Howlett, and sighed in relief. When he told her to hurry up so she could find something to wear, she nodded, shoving the gun she had taken into the pocket of the jacket before starting to head upstairs. Once she had reached the top of the stairs, she stopped, looking down at the approaching Corporal before biting her lip nervously. What if we don't find the package? She asked, clearly more worried about that than dying or being captured again. If she died, well, then there was nothing anyone could do. Same with being captured again. But not finding the package, or finding it too late.... she couldn't handle that. She couldn't handle knowing that she might have been the one who gave the German's exactly what they needed to defeat the US later on.
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

Wolverine was playing around with the German uniform, running his hand against the fabric and making sure that he looked presentable and most importantly -- authentic. There was no point in dressing up as the enemy and infiltrating the town, if he didn't look like the rest of the officers. They'd spot him a mile away and open fire. Now, for Lucky Jim Howlett, that wasn't a problem. Sure, it'd hurt like hell. But he'd be fine. Marla, on the other hand, would be up shit creek. She was a human as far as he was aware and it wouldn't take many bullets to bring her down. I don't know if these guys have any women's uniforms, so if you can't find any then either find some normal civilian stuff or hopefully you'll be able to pass yourself off as a young, male soldier. He knocked the side of his head, indicating that the size of it would probably hide the fact she was a woman if it came to it. On the subject of not finding the package, he shrugged the thought off. If we can't find it, we can't find it. If it was so damn important to them, they'd have sent a battalion over to get it, wouldn't they? He asked, knowing that the last thing the Americans and British wanted was another war. Doing it this way would be much quieter, although it wasn't guaranteed. Unless they found this German officer, then they had no chance of finding it and returning it to North America. While she looked for clothes, Wolverine stepped towards the window and poked his head through a gap in the curtains. Outside, night time was approaching. The patrols were dying down, though the military presence in the town was still massive. It was a tempting thought to return home and tell them that they couldn't find the package, but that was merely for Marla's safety. Wolverine still had plenty of energy left, and his bones were still a little dry. Not enough blood. What's the guy's name? The Officer you're talkin' about.
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As he spoke of her finding a uniform, she got started looking, listening to what he said and sighing softly. He was right. If they couldn't find it, that was, well, it , and what could they do about that. Unless they found the German Officer and he told them where the package was, they had no hope of ever finding it. It could be hidden anywhere in Europe by now, so unless he knew where it was or someone who did, they were royally fucked. She started going through desk drawers and closets, finally coming across a man's uniform that looked small enough to fit her relatively well. However, the dirt and blood covering her didn't really match. She found a glass of water, and with the old coat that she had been wearing, she wiped off and washed away most of the caked on dirt and blood that was covering her normally pale skin. After several moments of getting herself cleaned off a bit, she pulled the pants on, keeping her bare back to him as she found some medical supplies in a drawer. She rooted through it until she found gauze, and without a word, started binding her chest so that she wouldn't be as noticeable as a woman. After her chest was just about flat, she put the rest of the uniform on, keeping her hair pulled up and under the helmet. As long as she kept her head down, and didn't show much of her face, it was a good possibility that no one would notice. At least, not at first glance. Uh.... shit.... Oh! Stanger. Lieutenant Something Stanger. He's in his mid twenties, and he's been the one guarding me since I was captured. She said softly, adjusting the helmet carefully before putting on two pairs of socks so that the bigger combat boots would fit her. She felt awkward in the mens uniform, not to mention that her chest was being pressed down flat in a most uncomfortable manner. Very slowly, she walked over to him, looking up at him for a moment before slipping her gun into the holster on the uniform. Where's your weapon?
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Logan attempted to get some kind of scent, but there was too much blood and death in the air. The stench of the rotting corpses down below, soon beginning to freeze solid with rigor mortis. When he turned around, he was taken aback by her resemblance right down to the flat chest she was forcing herself through. As it approached darkness, he hoped that no one would pay much attention to them. It was either that, or hiding her away in some cupboard -- but he felt she was much more safer with him. At least he'd know when she was in trouble. The Canadian's revolver had been abandoned along with the rest of his Canadian gear. My weapons are right here. He brought his hands up, fingers balled in to fists, but other than that it just appeared as if he were going to beat them all up if it came to it. No. He had a surprise for everyone, and right now -- that everyone included Marla. Just stick close to me. We're gonna find this Lieutenant Stanger and ask him a couple of questions. If he couldn't find him here, Logan would hunt all over Europe for him. Outside, there was calm and near-silence. The occasional chatter of German from afar. So far, the few soldiers that watched them come from the building only paid the slightest bit of attention towards them before returning to their previous engagement. The Canadian lead her to the Officer's Barracks, where he figured Lieutenant Stanger might be at this time of night. Stand out here. He nodded just next to the door. I'll be back out in a minute. Logan whispered, preparing to rip the place apart -- including German soldiers -- to find out the location of either Stanger or the package. And don't come in.
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Finally, Marla understood why he was the one who had come to rescue her. He was bat shit insane! His fists? What, was he a middle school boy fighting over a comic book on the playground? No, they were in the middle of Germany, after a huge war, with armed men everywhere. You weren't just going to beat them all up. But she had to give him credit. He had come this far and wasn't dead yet, so maybe he did know what he was doing. Or maybe it was just luck. Incredibly, dumb luck. As they walked from the building, she made sure to take longer steps, keeping up with the Corporal easily enough to make it seem like she knew where she was going. However, if it wasn't for him, she probably would have been seen immediately as an intruder. As they came upon another building, she turned to him, looking up into his eyes with a hint of fear in her eyes as he told her to wait. No... no no no. You can't leave me out here alone. SHe whispered nervously, reaching out and grabbing onto his uniform weakly and desperately. However, in order to not make a scene, she discretely moved her hand back down by her side, the girl standing up straight like a soldier as she took a deep breath. If you aren't back in twenty minutes, I'm coming in. She said sternly, keeping her back against the building as she tried to keep herself calm. It was no wonder Marla was so nervous, with the conditions she had been kept in for the last few months. And now, the one man who had saved her and gotten her out of where she was, wanted to leave her in the middle of a highly busy military base. But there was nothing she could do except try and keep the act going long enough for him to do what he needed to do.
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

Logan looked at her before he opened the door, a rare -- albeit small -- smirk was sketched on his lips. I'm not gonna need twenty minutes. Was all he muttered before he left her alone in the enemy fortress. As long as she stood there, not bringing any attention to herself, and her posture was right for a German soldier, then there was no reason why anyone would start to talk to her, or even look. The Officer's Barracks remained silent for the duration of Logan's investigation. With the door closed, Marla could not hear the whispering, grunting and slicing of human meat as he went through each Officer to find out where Stanger was. His hands were becoming bloody, his patience was becoming strained. The Officer wasn't here, it was becoming alarming clear as more and more Germans were murdered in their beds. They didn't know where he was, they just shook their heads in terror as he finished the job. Eight. Ten. Twelve bodies. One more to go... Corporal Howlett returned outside after six minutes of silenced violence. He'd wiped off the red from his knuckles, and he made sure that Marla couldn't look inside before the door shut. I know where he is. Got the info we needed in the end. It was the final German that spilled the beans. Stanger had left town, traveling west in a truck. He'd left before Logan had even set off the sticks of dynamite down in the basement. The package ain't here. It's not been here for weeks. Your Lieutenant took it to a castle a few miles west of here. Come on. We're heading back out the way I came in. Her saviour said, leading the young -- and probably exhausted -- girl to get some rest away from the soldiers.
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

Seconds felt like hours as she waited, not being able to hear anything going on inside. To be honest, it worried her that he thought his fists were weapons. After all, every soldier in there had a gun on them or right by their bedside What made him think he could go in there and not get hurt. She stood at attention, trying to lengthen her body out and mimicking what she had seen guards do the few times she was able to look out the window of her cell. Finally, when he did emerge, it was all she could do to keep from jumping into his arms and begging him to just take her home. But when he said that they'd head out the way he came in, she nodded and walked next to him, just like a good soldier would have. But that didn't mean that she was at all calm. Once they were far enough away from other soldiers, she spoke softly, glancing up at him every now and then as she tried to figure things out. I need to wash off, so a river or something would be great. She continued to mutter to herself for several moments, the girl so confused at the recent liberation of herself. Yeah, she had only been captive for a little less than a year, so it wasn't like she didn't know how to act. But all these new levels of fear had been put into her. What if they got caught? What if they tortured her again? What if she never got home? She was a wreck. But only inwardly, outwardly, although she may have seemed a bit eccentric, she seemed calm and ready for whatever was going to take place for the next few days. As they made it away from the camp, the girl took the helmet off, letting her hair back down as she ran a hand through it slowly. She didn't understand how the German officers wore these things. How any soldier did, really. She was a pilot, so although she wore one, it wasn't capable of withstanding shrapnel being flung at it at high velocities. After several more minutes of walking, she turned and looked up at him, looking over his features carefully before laughing slightly. You aren't the typical soldier, are you?
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What you mean? He asked, frowning a little at her question regarding his appearance -- or maybe his methods. Having scouted the surrounding area thoroughly before actually infiltrating the town, Logan lead her to the nearby water, a rather narrow stream which wasn't exactly deep either. The Canadian sat on the banking, nesting his rear in the thick grass and removing his helmet, dropping it beside him on the green ground. So far, he knew that when she asked her question, it wasn't because of his strange abilities. Because she didn't know what he was capable of yet. All she knew, was he had butchered a bunch of Germans, rescued her, and helped her escape from town. It was nice to get a bit of relaxation, although Wolverine was always on his toes. He could always smell if trouble was afar, so made sure that he was always ready to defend himself it if was required. For now, though, he watched Marla. He figured that she was going to need to wash, and it was just unfortunate for her that if she wanted to clean the more private areas -- there was no place to hide away to do it. I'm just like any other soldier in the Army. He lied, knowing that she'd pounce on that lie the instant he said it. It was clear he wasn't. The way he looked, the way he talked, the way he walked. He didn't march with a straight back -- almost the opposite. Almost hunched over like some kind of beast. As soon as you're done there, we can't stick around. I got a contact I'm supposed to meet.
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Yeah, and I'm a real boy. Marla said with a slight laugh, unbuttoning the uniform jacket and slowly slipping it off. The bandage was still on, and the throbbing pain that accompanied it was now down to a dull numbness that was making her more crazy then the pain had been. She turned her back to him, slowly unwrapping it and letting out a soft sigh of relief as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Don't look, okay? She said softly, keeping her backside to him as she slipped her boots and socks off, followed by her pants. Once again, she was bare in front of this man, and this time, she wasn't even covering herself. She knew that, well, in all probability, he'd look but she had to do what she had to do. She had spent the last few months in a sewer, for fuck's sake. Slowly, the girl carefully walked to the stream and knelt down in the water, washing the remainder of dirt and blood off her body. It immediately made her feel better, and after washing her hair off, she got out of the water and walked over to her clothing, making sure to cover herself as best she could. She pulled her pants on first, then the jacket, and as she was buttoning it up, she sat down next to him and her hands through her now curling hair as she looked over at him. And look at you. What else could I mean? Your hair isn't cut, you're alone, you have no gun, you don't walk or talk like a soldier. You just aren't what I'm used to. I mean, shit, even before being stuck it that hellhole, every soldier I've ever met has been... well, a little bit more clean cut than you. The dark haired beauty laughed softly, looking down at the ground and touching it gently. It was nice to be outside, and right now, everything sort of looked like it had before the war. They were in the woods, the sun was out, the trees were gorgeous. It was just... incredible for her. After taking several deep breaths of the clean, fresh air, she got her boots back on and got up slowly before putting the helmet back on. Come on, lets meet that contact of yours so we can get my package back.
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Of course Jim looked. He couldn't stop himself, and although he didn't see much except for a bare ass, and the occasional side-angle it was left to his imagination at what decorated her on her front side. All the while, he was regaining lost energy, as if he were soaking up the sun's rays and refilling his reserves. Clean cut, huh? Maybe since you've been in that little prison dungeon of yours, the Armies of this world decided to change their rules and regulations a little. Long hair, scruffy sideburns? Looks a little more intimidating to the enemy, don't you think? Hell -- back in the old days, some armies used to run around naked in the snow to show how fearless they were. That was a long time ago, back in the centuries of spears and shields. Sometimes, Wolverine thought that he had been born in the wrong decade. He should have been there, in Roman times, fighting the hordes and roaming the continent in an unknown world. Finally, he got to his feet and stretched a little. His helmet remained on the ground, he had no intention of putting it back on. From now on, he was going to be a little less discreet about the way he did things. The helmet was only for close-encounters, when he was surrounded by the enemy. Now, there was nothing to hide. He was doing things his way. Wolverine couldn't help but smirk at the fact she wondered why he had no gun and was working by himself. The Canadian had carried a revolver prior to changing in to the German uniform, but saw no need for it. It was too loud, too slow. Six shots then he had to reload. He had no patience for that -- with his claws, there was no such thing as running out of ammunition. My contact's waiting in a house a few miles from here, so I hope you're alright in walking in those boots 'cause they're gonna be killin' your feet pretty soon. Wolverine walked with her down a country road, the landscape ahead of them seeming to be nothing but an endless repeating panorama of hills and hedges. No sign of a house or civilization. When I say a few ... I maybe mean ten.
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You make it sound like I've been locked away for fifty years. And I never said it was a bad thing. I think it's kind of neat. She said with a small laugh, smiling at him for a moment as he got to his feet. He was right, though. It was more intimidating. He looked more animalistic. More savage. Like he could kill anyone with no remorse. But, she didn't really believe that. Sure, maybe he could do the task he was assigned, but without remorse? She couldn't see that in anybody, and especially not in the man that saved her from living the rest of her life in that cell. As he spoke of how far he was talking about walking, she nodded, pushing the helmet back slightly so she could see before looking around at the scenery. Yeah, worst comes to worst, I'll go barefoot. If I can live through a plane crash, I can deal with a little bit of pain for awhile. As they walked, he'd notice that she was studying him more than she had been before, especially his hands. She was curious about how he had gotten the information without gunfire going off, and before now, she had to pretend that she was a soldier so no one would look over at them and become suspicious. But it was clear she was certainly intrigued by the man. The thing about Marla though, was that she didn't know there were people like him. Sure, she had heard of them, but from what she heard, they tried to stay hidden for fear of being discriminated against. She certainly hadn't ever met anyone who was a mutant, let alone knew anyone who had. About five miles in, the girl's feet felt like they were on fire, and the helmet had fallen down in front of her eyes a thousand times it felt like. So without a word to him, she stopped and made everything that was bothering her go away. She tossed the helmet into the brush, followed by the boots and socks she had been wearing. Finally, she started up again, the girl about two inches shorter now than she had been a few moments ago. But you had to give her credit. She was in a good amount of pain right now, but she didn't slow down, didn't complain about it at all. Sure, she looked exhausted, but she wasn't going to say a word about it. She had practically begged to be put into the war, and she wasn't going to whine when it got difficult like it was now. How long have you been in the military?
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

He knew she was looking over at him. Every so often, he'd reply with turning to look at her, but he wouldn't ask her what she was wanting to say. Up until her question about the military, it had been a rather quiet walk. He'd hear her grunting or making a noise of frustration either due to the helmet or the boots, or maybe something else that was bothering her. Logan didn't slow down, however. He wanted to get to the meeting point as quickly as he could, so if that meant her having to catch up every time she slowed down, then that's what had to happen. At least she wasn't moaning about it -- he was glad she was keeping her discomfort all to herself. Been in the Army since before the war. Winter of 1912. Been in and out since then... so pretty much seven years, servin' my country and all that nonsense. He wasn't doing it to be patriotic. What else would he be doing if he wasn't in a uniform? Roaming the wild forests of Alberta like that animal he was before it all? Those days were behind him, thought they were days that had taught him well. It shaped him in to the man he was now. Learning to fend for himself, not relying on anyone else. Catching his own meals, building his own shelter. It was why he was suited for these kind of long missions -- send him in to the unknown, then leave him to it. Last thing I thought I'd be doin' is rescuing some woman from a POW camp. Since when have they let females fly their planes? Thought the guys at the top were worried you might crash the plane . He joked, giving her a smile to show he was only kidding. No use falling out over a sexist joke -- they still had a long way to go until they were back in North America. At least the house was up ahead -- their long march almost ending.