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 manyreasons

Three women trekked through a field next to a forest. Each were armed with five knives, a pistol, and a few pounds of ammunition. Each had a canteen of water attached to their black belts. They wore light green cargo pants that tucked in to their forest green combat boots. The one leading the way had nut brown hair tied back in to a braid. Her eyes were verdant. She wore a tan sleeveless shirt and a necklace that held a cross made of nails. The one walking right behind her had dirty blonde hair and steel gray eyes. She wore a quarter sleeve brown shirt. On her wrists were black, gladiator like, bands. The third woman had auburn hair and earth brown eyes. She wore a black t-shirt. She carried a black bag on her back. Each of the three heard boisterous laughter. They soon came upon a clearing, within the forest, with four Nazis laughing. The brunette stopped and signed to the other two to circle the four. They nodded and moved to the sides. The verdant eyed woman listened intently. Her eyes widened at the realization of what they were saying. She counted to three and whistled. Two blades from each side soared to the intended target. Two Nazis fell dead. The remaining men reached for their guns but were stopped by the two girls. They held the large rifles at their faces. The brunette stepped out of the shadows to stand in front of them. The taller of the men began to chuckle at the sight of her. He smirked as he moved closer to her. The second one watched in fear. In very broken English, the tall one spoke.

"Little girls, not scary."

A shot rang out. The teasing Nazi's eyes widened as he fell to the ground bleeding to death. Her verdant eyes locked on the last Nazi, who began to cry.

"Bitte," he stuttered.

She cocked her pistol and aimed. "Feigling."

BANG!

"Did anyone just hear that?"

"Hear what, Upham?" asked Miller.

BANG!

"That, sir."

The group of eight men stopped in their tracks. Miller looked at Horvath. He frowned slightly.

"We should see what's going on," Wade spoke up.

"It could've been friendly fire," Caparzo added.

"What if it wasn't?"

"Alright men, we'll take a look."

The company headed toward the forest quickly. As they pulled back the brush, they slowed down in order to be quiet. Their ears perked up when they heard voices.

"What exactly were they talking about?" a small voice asked.

"Attacking a beach our troops just took. I think Omaha."

"Don't see how we could've missed those rats," sneered a third voice.

The men came upon the clearing and saw the three women. One was pulling a knife out of a dead man's back. Another was cleaning a pistol. The blonde's head popped up.

"I think we've got company," she muttered. "Thunder!"

"Flash," the Captain responded.

She gave a cheeky grin. "Next time, don't step on the branches. They snap pretty easily, and with a dip in the land like this, it echoes," the blonde advised.

Miller emerged from the bushes. He smiled. "Thanks for the tip."

"Your men can come into the clearing as well," the auburn smirked. "All seven of 'em. We won't kill ya, as long as you're not Nazis." The seven other men emerged.

"We heard shots, so we thought we'd investigate," Upham spoke up.

The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Without your weapon loaded?"

"What?" He looked at his weapon and frowned. "I guess so." Mellish shook his head as he handed him some ammunition. He loaded it.

"What are a couple of girls doing out here anyway?" Caparzo asked.

"We've got our reasons," the green eyed woman spoke quickly.

"How'd you know there were seven of us?" Wade asked the red head.

She smirked. "We've got our ways."

"You've got reasons and ways," quipped Wade, "What else?"

"An assignment," the blonde replied.

"Join the club," Horvath jumped in.

"You boys happen to know where Ramelle is?" the brunette asked.

"We're headed that direction," Horvath answered. "We won't go as far, but we know the direction."

"What are your names?" Miller questioned.

"Call me Donnie," said the brunette. "The blonde is Montie, and the red head is Jo."

"Those sure are manly names," Reiben quipped.

"That's the point hot shot," replied Donnie.

"You boys keep a good pace?" asked Montie

"I guess so-"

"Well, let's get going," said Jo as the three girls walked ahead of the men. "We're losing daylight."

Horvath turned to Miller. "What just happened?"

He shrugged while smirking.

The group of eleven walked through an open field. Donnie stood next to Upham. Montie kept pace with Wade, and Jo kept Horvath company. It was silent as they walked.

"What are your names?" asked Donnie.

Mellish turned and eyed her. "Now she wants to know who we are."

"Just getting to know fellow travelers. So?"

"That's Mellish," Upham offered. "That's Caparzo, Wade, Jackson, Captain Miller, Sergeant Horvath, Reiben up front, and I'm Upham."

"What are you three doing out here in a war?" Caparzo asked.

"Look at that, he's worried," teased Montie.

"I'd bet you'd rather just sleep with us," Jo snidely remarked.

"Maybe. Besides, I'm worried that fine ass of yours might be erased from existence." He laughed.

"Got a fine one yourself," Donnie called up with a smirk.

"What are you doing out here?" Wade persisted. Jo fell back and stood next to him. She looked back at Donnie, who nodded slightly.

"There's a bridge in Ramelle. It's one of three that Nazis are trying to grab. It's becoming more and more likely that Ramelle's the one they're gonna hit."

"So they send three girls for backup, real smart," Reiben muttered. Miller frowned at him. It wiped away as the girls laughed.

"Smarter than you think," the blonde smirked.

"We have…a special skill set," Jo continued, "Elite, if you will."

"Now Jo, don't go setting the bar too high. I'm sure these men are as skilled in their area as we are in ours," Donnie reasoned. "Isn't that right Captain?"

Miller smiled. "She's right. It doesn't matter who's better when we're on the same side."

Moments of silence passed through the search party. Each one kept a sharp eye.

"Montie, Jo, fall back!"

"Yes sir," they replied in unison. Montie fell back next to Upham. Jo stood next to Caparzo. Donnie moved through and stood next to Jackson. The sniper looked at her.

"Where are ya'll from?"

"Montie and I are from New York. Jo is from Chicago. We didn't know each other until we came out here."

"Ah, New York! Best place there is," Reiben spoke with delight.

"You been?"

"For my whole life; Brooklyn to be exact," he said while motioning to his jacket.

"No shit, me too."

Reiben took a double take at the girl. He figured he would've seen her around. Now that he thought of it, she did look familiar.

"What's your favorite color?" asked Jackson.

Donnie giggled. "I can't believe you actually asked that."

"Why's that?"

"Doesn't matter. I like orange," she paused, "What are you guys doing out here? This is too small of a company to be ordinary."

"Well," Miller began, "We are a search party for a Private James Ryan. He has a free ticket home."

"Lucky bastard," Donnie muttered.

"You ladies know him?"

"Can't say we do, Captain," Montie yelled, "We aren't exactly in contact with the regiments."

"Family reasons?" asked the auburn.

"Yeah," Miller replied.

The girls looked at each other as it became quiet. They were all too familiar with the situation, and they knew the odds. The group continued to travel through fields on high guard. The only noise was Miller giving Reiben directions.