"Girl's still knocked out cold, huh?"

"Yep." Smithson replied, dropping his eyes to the unconscious woman lying in a heap next to him.

Donny tilted his head as Aldo approached the soldiers.

"Scrawny little thing ain't she?" The Lt. took out his canister as the two nodded.

Smithson couldn't help but ask, as Aldo snorted his snuff. "What'd ya think she did?"

"Hard ta say," the older man wiped his nose before continuing nonchalantly, "Gonna haft'a wait 'til she wakes up, I suppose-Hey! Now you knock that shit off!"

Smirking, Donny dropped the Lt.'s coat back over the girl-woman's bare legs. "Sorry, sir. Couldn't help myself."

The younger glared at him, pulling the brown material down to cover more of her. Aldo nodded his approval to Smithson before addressing Donny. "Well, learn to help yourself."

The burly man, desperate to separate himself from their stares, gave the woman a quick kick in the side. "Look. She's awake!"

Blurred eyes blinked up at them as she looked over them, "Chto za huy…?"("What the fuck…?")

"Hello, miss." Aldo nodded, taking his hat off.

Seeming to realize where she was, the woman, if you could call her that, sat up slowly, as she continued to look over the three. "Ven er du?"("who are you?")

Smithson was the first to say something, "what language is that?"

"I don't know, sure as hell ain't German." Donny said, looking around for the others.

"Varför er du ignorerande jag? Svar min fråga." ("Why are you ignoring me? Answer my question.")

Aldo pointed at her, "quiet."

Her bright eyes blinked tiredly, well; annoyed was more likely, "vad?"("what?")

He brought a finger to his lips, "Hush."

"Er du sinka?"("Are you retarded?") The woman's brow cocked as she eyed him with mild interest. She'd never met a mentally challenged person before.

Aldo simply repeated the motion.

Smithson looked down at her, before reaching into his bag. "Are you hungry?"

Offering her the apple, he flushed under her untrusting gaze. Her blue eyes dropped from his to the apple for a split second before she shifted away from him.

"Ya know, I wouldn't be surprised if that's the first food she's had in'a while." Aldo said, "Bet'cha she thinks it's poisoned or…you expect something for it."

"I don't though!" He hollered, looking at him than her, "honest!"

The Lt. chuckled slightly as two others, Donny included approached them. "Wicki speaks Czech, maybe that's it."

The man crouched in front of her, and she backed away subtly. "Kde ar tebe dle?"("Where are you from?")

"Vad helveten er du gör?"("What the hell are you doing?") She sighed, "Var er jag?!"("Where am i?!")

"It's not Czech. And she's definitely not German either." The Corporal turned to Aldo, "I think she might be Russian. Maybe Swedish."

"Well, d'ya speak Swedish?" He asked, watching as the young woman back further away from Donny. "Donny…"

"What?" The man barked, laughing slightly. "I didn't do nothin'."

"Hmm." The eldest hummed, looking down at the girl as she pulled his coat a little closer to her puny frame. "Guess the next thing we gotta find is someone who knows Russian than."

"We're keeping her?" Smithson asked, once again trying to offer her the apple.

"Yes, but don't say it like she's some kinda animal."

Donny dropped next to her, "Good, I've missed women." He brushed some of her hair back and she jerked away from him.

"Idi na xuy husesos!"("Fuck off, cocksucker!") She snapped, kicking weakly in his general direction.

"Maybe she speaks French." Wicki suggested, fighting a smile at Donny pout. "Parlez-vous Français?"("Do you speak French?")

"Une montant petit."("A small amount.") She answered, her eye lids drooping heavily.

"Se que votre réputation? Où êtes vous de?" ("What's your name? Where are you from?") Wicki said, tilting his head in curiosity.

"I take it she speaks French then." Aldo said.

"Anya. Anya Ledsen." Her tone picked up a hint of confidence. "Je suis de Moscou. où suis moi?" ("I'm from Moscow. Where am I?")

Wicki looked at the men, "Her name's Anya, she's a Ruski."

Aldo chuckled, "good. What got her captured?"

"Vous êtes dans La france , se que we're vous faits précédemment ils ont pris vous?" ("You are in France, what we're you doing before they took you?") He asked and Anya sat up slightly, thinking over what he said before catching onto what he meant.

"Professeur Musique , je disais quelque chose les solide ont fait pas semblable à."("Teacher-music. I said some things the soldiers didn't like.") Her eyes met his, and Wicki restrained wincing at the glare he was met with.

"She says she was a teacher, the Nazis did like what she was saying."

Smithson took a bite of the apple, "Tell her to take the damn apple."

Rolling his eyes, the Corporal did as he was asked. "Il dit à saisir les pomme."("He says take the apple.")

"Se que fait il vouloir pour le?"("What does he want for it?") She pulled the collar of the commanding officer's coat up.

"Rien." ("Nothing.")

Anya doubted that, but took the apple regardless. But didn't eat it. She'd wait to see if it had any effects on him later. She nodded her thanks.

Donny gave her a once over, "What'd she say?"

"Thought he wanted ta fuck 'er for it." Aldo said, nodding for Wicki to continue.

"Se que ont fait vous faites aux soldat?" ("What did you do to the soldiers?")

"Moi désiré à aider mais moi réfléchir je faisais le pire." ("I wanted to help, but I think I made it worse.") She sighed, rubbing her eyes, careful not to irritate her swollen cheek.

"What?" Wicki snapped, causing the girl to jump, "Vous désiré à aider les Nazisme?!"("You wanted to help the Nazis?!")

His head snapped back as she slapped him. "Se que c'est tort par les vôtres?! De trajet pas , vous muette le prix!"(" What is wrong with you?! Of course not, you dumb prick!")

"This is the best thing I've ever seen." Donny's face split into a grin as Anya huffed, "It's like a fuckin' soap opera with no subtitles."

"You watch soap operas?" Smithson asked, only to be glared at.

"Hush up." Aldo said, looking back at the girl's flushed angry face. "What're we missin' here, Corporal?"
Wicki rubbed his cheek. "I'm not sure."

"Well, when ya figure it out, come find me. Donny, let's go find us some Nat-zis."

"What'd she say?"

Wicki didn't take his eyes off the woman as the younger man spoke. He chose to ignore the Little One. "se que ont fait vous vouloir dire , à cette époque-là?"("What did you mean then?")

A tear slipped from her bright blue eyes and she stared at him. "Je- je disais ils être sûr à myself , mais ils étaient aucun."("I-I said they'd be safe with me, but they weren't.")

"Qui?"("Who?") Wicki asked.

Smithson watched as Anya turned the twice bitten apple over in her pale, dirty hands. His eyes travelled down to her bare legs, the coat barely covering her mid thigh, and briefly wondering if he'd be able to find her a proper skirt. Utivich shrugged off his jacket and draped it across her legs.

"Mon étudiante. Trois de leur étions. importun parmi les soldat."("My students. Three of them were...unwelcome among the soldiers.") Anya muttered, continuing to spin the apple.

"Jews." Wicki said, earning a nod from her and a startled look from Smithson.

"Moi permettre leur tenir à myself , mais les être à la tête de professeur établir éteint et signaler myself."("I let them stay with me, but the head master found out and reported me.")

"What'd she do, Wilhelm?"

He glanced at Smithson's somber expression before shaking his head. "Nothing bad."

"Then why do you look so upset?" The younger questioned, moving a little closer to the girl as she covered her legs with his jacket.

"Mais tiens! ont fait ils prennent vous?"("But why did they take you?") Wicki asked, once again ignoring the younger Private.

"Ils ont dit si moi désiré à être une Juive ils would traiter myself semblable à une. Ils tué les enfants et poser myself dans les wagon."("They said if I wanted to be a Jew they would treat me like one. They killed the children and put me in the truck.") Anya quickly wiped a few more tears from her eyes as they began to fall more rapidly.

Wicki turned to Smithson. "She was hiding Jews, got caught. I think they were taking her to one of the camps."

"Oh." He blinked in surprise as the woman, girl, continued to brush away tears. "Did she say why?"

"They were her students. The head of the school ratted her out and the Nazis got them." Wilhelm replied, not looking at the woman.

"We should tell the Lieutenant." Utivich said, nodding to reassure himself.

"Se que se que êtes vous état du terrain à font à moi à?"(" What...what are you going to do to me?")

"Je fais pas savons."("I don't know.") Wicki answered honestly, as he and Smithson stood. Anya simply turned the apple over again, making sure that as Smithson walked away, he wasn't limping.

She didn't know how long it would take his poison's effects to show.

*A/N: Okay, loved IB, and it should be noted, i WILL be watching the traffic for this story, and if ppl don't review or subscribe in what i consider to be appropriate numbers, i'll stall on the updates. I know its a bitch move, but this story in particular that i need a lot of help with, esp. constructive criticism.