Thread: Vive Retribution (Survivor00 & Shibby+_+)

C'est un avion d'allis Que??! Pourquoi vole-t-il si bas? Les Btards, Ils le frappent! Il descend! The sounds of the crash and explosion echoed around the city. The German batteries fell silent, however it would not take long for city to be full off Germans looking for the plane and it's aviator...so would the freedom fighters, the Free France Forces. It did not take long for the news to reach the ears of Elise Rousseau, the captain, leader, whatever you wanted to call it, of the base here. Let??s go pick him up before the Germans find the poor bastard. She stood up from where she had been sitting and she and about 10 or so other freedom fighters walked to the basement where they stored their weaponry. They quickly armed themselves with MAS-36 rifles. Annabelle, their doctor and surgeon brought a medical kit as she always did. They headed out in the night they knew the city like the backs of their hands. The Germans however did not. They did not know about the sewer passages ways that the freedom fighters used when the city was too hot. Elise lead the group through the sewers, she had the blue prints in her hands as they walked. She then stopped and said This is about it, let??s get out of here he said climbing up the ladder and pushing up the lid of the pot hole and climbed out. Sure enough, about a hundred meters away was the wreck of the P-38. She gestured for the rest to come quickly as she walked forward. The rest followed. She estimated it would be a good 10 minutes or so before the Germans found the wreck they would have to move quickly. It did not take them long to find the American pilot. The white armband they wore with the cross of Lorraine would tell him who they were and what they belonged to. She called Annabelle and she rushed past with her medical bag and looked at his wound in his leg. She shook her head and said La blessure est mauvaise. in a grim voice. Elise nodded and gestured to a few of the other members that had come to support him as they walked. She led them back to the pot hole as they walked. They lowers him inside gently before they rest of them files inside, Elise last closing the pot hole as she lowered her self. They walked back, but much slower this time, considering their present company, they spoke only to each other in French. They did not know if he could be trusted yet. Elise was stood tall as she lead the way back. She looked strong and fierce. Her blond hair was put up into a bun and on top she wore a cap, also marked with the cross of Lorraine. Her green eyes looked forward as she walked forward. She was dressed simply, a brown sweater and long black woolen over coat. She also wore a pair of darker brown pants, also of wool for warmth and black boots. On her back was the rifle. She also wore a belt with a hand gun and a knife, should her adversary get a little too close for comfort. The rest of them were dressed much in the same way, except for Annabelle who carried the medical kit. The sewer led right to the basement of their main base of operations. They climbed out and Annabelle rushed to the operating room, the American being carried behind her. The other members watched as they walked past them. Elise and the others deposited their weapons back to the basement and Elise walked into the operating room after Elise. He had been placed on a bed. The two men, Beau and Adrien remained as Annabelle got to work quickly. What??s your name? she asked him in English for the first time as she put on her white plastic gloves. She grabbed some scissors and cut away the part of his pants that were obstructing her view of the wound. Elise looked down at him and said Don't pass out American. We didn't bring you all the way here just to have you die on us she said looking at him. Both the girls spoke with a heavy accent as expected.