<----FIRE!
explosion

Jessica stood in the cellar as the explosions shook dust and dirt from the ceiling to the floor clouding the air making it thick. Jessica opened the doors when it was clear "bien chacun dehors laisse disparaître !" she said (you correct my french Doom I will make you SUFFER!) everyone cleared out of the cellars in a battle zone. one room of the Main house was on fire soldiers drenched the room trying to rid it of flames. trees knocked down smoke everywhere. immeaditly she went straight to the CO. he was standing by a fallen tree surpervising the clean up. " General Mckeive vhat has happened?!" " we were just Attacked Miss. Reiker " he said in monotone. " i can see zat vho and vhy?" " The Nazi's and because this is a base that is Vhy! Miss.Reiker.." he said raising his voice " how do they know this was a base?" she asked he looked at her directly " If we knew this we coudl have had better notice" "then it seems you have a spy about...." she said calmy " maybe you are right we have a spy about and i think it would be someone on the inside...an outsider who has a something to repay..." he said staring down at her. jessica stood straight she slightly glard and walked away.
(dun dun dun dunnnnnnnn)

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

His hand started to twitch from siting down doing nothing for as long as he was staring out at space. the girl, more corectly the woman brought him back to reality. "wha... oh what happened. Well I'm surprised they didn't aim for the houses and buildings. so either they wanted to scare us and couse chaos, which they did, or they had a spy in one of the buildings, OR the pilot was a complete novice." he looked up and saw a confused look about her face. he injoyed this for he knew this was a reporter, a journalist. "we were attacked, by a bomber which one a from whom we have not yet been able to deturmined. THanks for cheering me up, I lost two of my squawd to this bombing. It was a danm discrase they didn't die a honorable death, instead they died runing for cover. thanks." he got up and began to walk off. noting the confused look about her. then he turned around and asked. "whats your name?"

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sorry if that was a little power playing, but i didn't do anything to surious if you consider it power playing.

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(I'd prefer it if you didn't)

She answered, "I'm Beverly, or Bev, or even Cavendish if you prefer. I personally would prefer Bev." She stuck out her hand, and the soldier took it. "And you are?"

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I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

"tony, but people call me falcon, its becouse of my sniping abilities. Well I'll see you later unless you have something else you want to talk about?"

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"No, I actualy have some work to do now." She smiled, nodded a goodbye, and set off to help Madame with her children. Bev helped get little Jean-Pierre, Jeanne, and Louis out of the basement corners and scrubbing the pots that she had abandonned that morning. She then went to photograph the disaster. Her camera was an older TLR that her parents had ordered for her from pre-war Germany when she decided to major in photo-journalism. She walked around, and found herself in the nearby village. It had recieved the brunt of the attack. Looking down into the depths of the camera, she tried to capture the tortured agony in the face of a young mother who had lost her little son.

Bev headed back to Madame's cottage and set up her darkroom. She locked the door and unscrewed the single lightbulb from the cieling and replaced it with her carefully painted red ones. She carefully poured the chemicals from their glass jugs and develped the photos. They were superb.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Ivan shivered as he sped off towards his quarters. A slight chill began to replace the heat from the bombs. Incinerated bodies, left for the wolves, still lay on the ground scattered in the mist. "May the flame of power purge the world of the unworthy," thought Ivan as his brisk pace took him to his aquantance Tony, "So he got himself a civilian to flirt with. Lets see how this goes." "Greetings Tony I see u've survived," said Ivan, "Who were u talking to there?"

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Jessica still in shock of the CO words she was suddenly gripped by fear and hatred. she helped the aids clear out the debris from the main house. after that she went inside her santcuary she shut the door. the room had a leather smell and the smell of years of dust yet there was no dust in the room Jessica made sure it was spotless.

ok time to take a poll what do you want to happen next? please pm your answers

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Wait! dont answer just yet. Infact i prefer it a secret. answers only breed more questions. ill see how this turns out myself," said Ivan as he began to leave, "fate will chose tony. fate will chose."

Heading towards his quarters Ivan spots Miss.Reiker speeding off towards her mansion. "Perhaps ill pay her a visit," Ivan thought as he continued onwards passing a turn that would have lead to his home. Ivan, pausing before the magnificent doorway, gasps at its grandure. Cautiously Ivan knocks on the door to signle his presence.

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so far so good ideas...

Jessica just settleing down heard a knock at the front door she waited a second or two before getting up and opening the grand front door. she stood with the look of "who the hell are you?" she searched him with a peircing gaze before saying "can i help you sir?" she asked softly she leaned slightly on the door frame waiting for a reply.

hmm life or death? .....this is a tough one.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Bev stood in front of the little table mirror on her nightstand, trying to pin her brown wool sidecap into her bun. "Ah! Gotcha!" said through the pins as they finally stuck. She tightened the tie and grabbed her military jacket with the 'journalist' patch, putting it on as she went out the door. The Captain had called her to a small meeting with the other Tommies for orders.

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"ah u must be miss reiker," said Ivan, "I assume u're wondering why im here or more likely who I am. I'm one of the doctors in a nearby infirmary and i thought u might know something about the attack. But please, might i come in?"

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Jessica's face sofened very little as she nodded and opened the door. she lead him to a small parlor she sat down in a comfy upolstered chair. she eyed him cautously a small fear of entrapment rose inside her she kept very still before speaking
"vhy do you think zat i vould know anything about the attack?" she emphasied the the v's and her The as if they were words by themselves. she rested her chin on her hand. she studied him trying to figure truth and matter from his appearence. <---- I love this smile!

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(I guess I can continue w/ the orders?)

Even though it didn't matter, the 200-odd soldiers stood at attention when the bugler cried, "Staaaaand up!" She stood between the nurses and low-class privates. She stood ramrod straight, her palm facing outward from her forward, staring straight forward. The Captain came out with a random riding crop and made his address:

"Gentleman (Bev coughed), and LADIES, I regret to inform you that the front has moved uncomfortably close. We, along with other close-by regiments have been called to fight. We will have little RAF or heavy artillery support but from the 114th in the west. They cannot arrive for a week. For you religious blokes, parson Davis will be taking confession, and for you, Stanton, there is the village parson. That is all. Dismissed!"

(I can edit this to your specifications, Dea.)

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Okay can I have a sniper squad be moved out. I've got a team already made up. it consits of three snipers and three rifle men for each sniper...
Also this is sounding alot like the show M.A.S.H, is that where your kind of geting that speach from, only puting it in WWII terms in stead of vitnom terms.

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Tony stood in the ranks of soilders though he was higher in ranck, the rest of his squad wasn't and he though it best to be in there with them, treat them like equals, this had gained him great respect amoungst his team.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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