Raine's dialogue in this story will attempt to stay as close to how his accent/voice sounds in the movie, so that's why it's a little choppy throughout. Also, I used Google Translate for the German and other language parts, so if some of it is a bit off I apologize!

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"Now, I'm goin' to ask ya' one last time…we's lookin' for someone named 'Sparrowhawk.' Heard a 'im?"

The thick, Southern drawl was apparent in the man's voice as he interrogated a terrified- although he did a great job of masking that terror- German man kneeled in front of him. The blond glared up at him and then spit at the interrogator's feet, earning a hard knock to the head from the other man standing behind him.

"You ain't makin' this easy for me," the Southern man, identified as Lieutenant Aldo Raine, ran a hand over his face as he sighed, leaning down to come eye-level with the prisoner. "I'm a give you one last chance. You know where 'e is?"

"Ich habe dir gesagt, jew scheißkerl, ich weiß nicht! (I told you, Jew Bastard, I don't know!)" The German screamed in Raine's face, lurching forward in an attempt to headbutt the squad leader. Raine dodged the headbutt attempt, shaking his head as he stood back up.

"See? This is why I need to learn some German," Raine glared at the other men around him, finally looking directly at the man to his right as he moved away from the Nazi. "Donny, do your worst."

The much larger man grinned menacingly, strutting over towards the still kneeling Nazi. The bat he carried was swung out in front of him as he gripped the base tightly, lining up the head of the bat with the Nazi's head. "This may hurt a bit."

Donny grinned at the wide-eyed Nazi before a sickening crack echoed through the forest.

"We finally get one to talk an' he points us in a general fuckin' direction," Raine rolled his eyes as the men walked farther into the forest. "I suggest ya' keep your eyes to the treetops since 'e likes to sit in 'em."

The men responded with various sounds of understanding as Raine placed a hand over his eyes, scanning the seemingly endless rows of trees. A rustle from one of the trees behind the group startled the men and they brought their hands to their weapons, Raine raising a hand to signal they relax. He walked back towards the general direction of the sound and noticed something out of the corner of his eye lying under one of the trees: an apple.

"Now, we see you up there. Mind comin' down?" Raine placed his hands on his hips as he looked up into the branches of the tree. A shadowy figure shifted a bit, but stayed put. "I don't think so."

Raine raised an eyebrow and glared up at the figure. "Now, I suggest ya' jump on down from there before I call on one of ma' men to shoot ya' down. What d'ya say?"

There was a pause and a few rustling sounds as the men waited, shooting glances at each other as their superior kept his focus intent on the figure in the tree. There was a sharp cracking sound as the figure descended down the branches, landing hard on their feet at the base of the tree. The figure stood straight and rubbed their wrist on another apple they held, not taking the time to acknowledge the men standing around.

"Okay…I didn't trudge around in no fuckin' forest to find some freak girl who lives in trees!" Donny's annoyed voice rang out as the rest of the men stared at the girl in shock. Raine didn't say anything as the girl continued to rub her wrist on the apple, glancing up once the leader cleared his throat. The girl looked at him and raised an eyebrow, taking in his older appearance and mustache. "May I help you?"

The annoyance was noticeable in her voice as she looked directly at Raine, seemingly ignoring the rest of the men stationed around him. Raine smiled at her and walked forward a bit. "We's been lookin' for a person named 'Sparrowhawk.' Ya' know a person by that name?"

The girl kept her gaze focused on Raine as she crossed her arms. "I might. Who's asking?"

"That would be me…Lieutenant Aldo Raine. We want the sniper to join us…the Basterds." Raine kept his gaze confident as a low, annoyed growl left Donny's lips from behind his superior. The girl's eyes flickered to the taller man and then back to Raine's, studying his face for a moment.

"The Basterds, huh? Your name has been floating around France for quite some time. Nazi killers," the girl smiled an evil smile as she chuckled, straightening her form and uncrossing her arms. "I would be the 'Sparrowhawk' you're looking for."

"Well, darlin', would ya' like to join the Basterds? A good sniper would sure as hell help our situation." Raine grinned at the Sparrowhawk as she continued to look at him with an amused smile, chuckling as she brought her gaze downward. "I don't know-"

"A girl, sir! We trudged all this way for a girl?!" Donny moved forward to stand next to Raine, his bat making an audible sound as he rested it against his shoulder. Raine looked at the taller man and let out a loud sigh.

"Goddammit, Donny! What'd I say about bein' annoyin'?" Raine rubbed his temples as he closed his eyes, letting out another sigh. "Just lemme' do my recruitin'!"

Donny shot Raine a skeptical look before backing up a bit, but not before shooting a slight glare in the Sparrowhawk's direction. Raine looked back at the Sparrowhawk and shook his head. "Please excuse Donny 'ere. He's got a bit of an anger problem."

The Sparrowhawk shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Big brutes like him don't scare me anyway."

Donny's glare darkened as he watched the girl, gripping the base of his bat tighter and making his knuckles turn white. The Sparrowhawk narrowed her eyes at Raine, inspecting his every move. "If you've been looking for me…you know my story, right?"

Raine nodded solemnly. "I've heard snippets of it. Infiltrated Hitler's own personal regime."

Raine's smile turned wicked at the thought of this girl in front of him getting that close to the man he's planning to kill. The Sparrowhawk smirked, nodding her head at him. "I'm impressed then."

"So you'll join us on our mission ta' kill the bastard and 'is Naht-zi scum?" Raine raised an eyebrow at her in anticipation. The Sparrowhawk slowly let her eyes wander over every man standing behind Raine, bringing her eyes back to him as she sighed. "I guess helping you guys out would be a lot more thrilling than sitting in a tree all day and night picking off stray Nazi's."

"Well, damn!" Raine let out a hearty laugh and walked towards the Sparrowhawk, sticking a hand out towards her. "Welcome to the Basterds!"

The Sparrowhawk accepted his hand with a smirk, noticing out of the corner of her eye that one Basterd in particular was not too happy with their new acquaintance.

"Jus' a lil' farther up ahead." Raine motioned a hand ahead of him, signaling to the rest of the group that their resting place wasn't too far off.

"Sir, why exactly was this 'Sparrowhawk' so important to recruit…if you don't mind me asking?" The man walking next to Raine, Smithson Utivich, looked warily at his captain, afraid that he might not have the right to ask such questions so soon. Raine obliged however and shrugged his shoulders.

"She's the unknown sniper. The shadow that sits in the trees and kills Naht-zi's from every direction. The Germans fear the no-named assassin and they only know that she used to be one of 'em." Raine glanced back at the Sparrowhawk, watching as she kept her gaze on the sky as she walked.

Utivich gulped and nodded. "I see. So, are you planning on using her information she gained from being a part of Hitler's company?"

"You'll see my plans soon enough, Utivich." Raine ended the conversation at that point and Utivich went quiet, watching as Raine pulled out a container of chew from his pocket.

From the back of the group Donny studied the girl walking in front of him who was seemingly oblivious to the world around her as she gazed at the sky. Wilhelm Wicki walked beside him, glancing ever so often at the Boston man to his left in annoyance; annoyed that Donny was so hellbent on getting rid of the girl and by the fact that Donny didn't trust her.

Donny's eyes studied the girl's outward appearance, taking in every inch of her from her hair to her boots. Her hair was a very dark brown, almost black, and framed her face, falling in long, loose ringlets that ended just above her breasts. Her eyes were a piercing, steely blue and sat in sockets ringed with deep black eyeliner and long lashes. She wore a green, unzipped army jacket around her small frame and had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her tight black shirt was cut into a v-neck and hugged her curves, flowing into a belt with small packs that held medical supplies and ammo above dark grey shorts. Black thigh-high stockings hugged her legs and went downward into worn black, knee-high combat boots. A carrier that held a very large combat knife was wrapped around her right thigh. Donny also noticed something about her hands and arms: she wore tight wrappings around the length of her left arm and around her right hand. He wondered what that could possibly be about.

Finally, Donny's eyes skimmed over the two guns hanging from the cross-body strap she wore. The first was a French MAS 36 sniper rifle. This gun he understood, but the second gun made him curious. A German MP40 submachine gun was positioned behind the rifle.

"Hey, girl!" The Sparrowhawk tore her gaze away from the sky and glanced behind her shoulder at Donny. "Yes?"

"What's with the German gun?" He pointed a finger at the gun hanging from her back, clutching his bat tightly in his left hand. Wicki looked at the guns hanging from her back and his eyebrow rose at the submachine gun. She sighed and reached a hand back to unlatch the gun.

"I collect these from Nazi's I kill in case I have to fight on the ground or run out of rifle bullets. It's also a thrill when you get to hold the trigger and let it rain bullets on them." She admired the gun in her hands as Donny raised an eyebrow. That wasn't the simple answer he was hoping for.

"Oh." He slumped his shoulders a bit as Wicki snorted, earning a glare from the Bostonian as the Sparrowhawk latched the gun back into its holding place. When she had turned back around Donny punched Wicki in the shoulder and lowered his voice. "Shut up! I still don't trust her as far as I can hit her with my bat."

Wicki rolled his eyes. "Maybe you just like her."

"I don't like that woman! I don't even know anything about her!" Donny growled at Wicki, slamming his bat into the dirt in front of him. Wicki shook his head and rolled his eyes again. "Right."

Donny angrily opened his mouth to retort when Raine's voice interrupted him, signaling that the group had finally arrived at their destination.

"We'll rest here for the night an' then pick up our final recruit from the French prison tomorrah' mornin', bright an' early!" Raine grinned at his men as they groaned, beginning to set down their packs. The Sparrowhawk raised an eyebrow and looked at Raine. "Uh…who exactly is the guy we're rescuing from the Nazi prison?"

Raine smirked at her. "Hugo Stiglitz."

The Sparrowhawk's face contorted into a look of concern. "Jesus…that guy's a borderline maniac-"

"Which makes 'im perfect for the Basterds and our plan ta' kill Hitler!" Raine pumped a fist in the air as a few of the other Basterds let out sounds of agreement. The Sparrowhawk shrugged and set her pack down on a tree stump next to the others. She unclipped the cross-body strap that held her guns and set those down gently next to the bag before stretching out her back, hearing audible cracks as she sighed. She walked over to a log where the Basterds were beginning to set up a fire and sat down between Donny and Ulmer. Donny shot her a glare for sitting so close to him, but she failed to notice.

"I believe a few introductions are in ordah'," Raine nodded towards the Sparrowhawk and then motioned a hand to the man on his right. "This 'ere's Wilhelm Wicki. German Jew who's our current translator."

Wicki shot the Sparrowhawk a genuine smile and a nod as Raine continued, motioning to the man on his left. "This is Smithson Utivich."

Utivich gave the Sparrowhawk a shy smile which she returned. Raine motioned to the man on her right next. "That's Omar Ulmer."

Ulmer gave her a smile and a slight wave as Raine motioned to Donny last. "And this 'ere loudmouth is Donny Donowitz. Takes pride in bein' from Boston an' beats Naht-zi's heads in with a baseball bat."

Donny grinned at his description and let a "hmph" sound escape his lips as the Sparrowhawk looked at him. "The 'Bear Jew.'"

Donny looked over at her and cocked an eyebrow. "You know about me?"

The Sparrowhawk nodded. "You're the only Jew running around swinging a baseball bat at Nazi's heads, so I think I would have heard your title once or twice."

Donny's grin got a bit wider and his chest puffed out a bit as he laughed. "Well then. I guess you ain't so bad."

The Sparrowhawk didn't respond as Raine rolled his eyes. "I'm Lieutenant Aldo Raine, but you already knew that. I'm from Tennessee, born an' raised, an' got this 'ere scar from them damn Naht-zi scum. Fueled my fire to go an' kill 'em all."

The Sparrowhawk's eyes scanned over the deep scar located on Raine's neck as he ran his fingers over it and seemed to be deep in thought. The memory of how he got it, she guessed. He shook his head and snapped himself out of his thoughts, looking over at the Sparrowhawk expectantly. "Well…what about you?"

"What do you want to know?" The Sparrowhawk cocked her head to the side as she looked at Raine.

"Everythin'." Raine smiled at her reassuringly, attempting to show her that he trusted her. She sighed and then brought her gaze down to the fire as everyone watched her curiously.

"Well…I guess I should start with my real name so you can call me something other than Sparrowhawk," she brought her gaze back up to see the Basterds nodding at her. "My official name is Audrea Falco, but no one's called me that for years…at least since I escaped the Nazi regime."

Audrea shrugged and then continued. "I was born in Poland, so I'm fluent in Polish. When the Germans started to invade all over the place my family and I stayed put because we thought we were in no harm because we weren't Jewish-"

"If she ain't Jewish, why is she helping us?" Donny shot an accusing look at Audrea before Raine glared at him, clearing his throat. "Let 'er goddam finish 'er story before ya' go an' make accusations, Donowitz!"

Raine let out an annoyed sigh and then nodded at Audrea to continue. She nodded back, flicking her eyes to Donny before setting them back on the fire. "We weren't Jewish so we thought we were safe. The Nazi's didn't care, and apparently they were killing a lot more than just Jews, and there was no compromising so they shot both of my parents as my sister and I ran from the house. They caught up to my sister and killed her as I slipped into an alleyway and got away from them. That malicious hate that filled their eyes and hearts is what fueled my vengeance. I wanted to get to Hitler and take his head off myself."

Audrea's fists clenched as the men stared at her intently. "I lied my way into the regime, telling them I was German and a qualified nurse. A bunch of bullshit, but they bought all of it. Thing is…I had an uncommon accent so one of the nurse's caught on and I fled before they could get to me. I travelled to America and waited it out for a few months before coming back to try again. I then went to the forest with a sniper rifle and sat in the trees for days just picking off the wandering Nazi's when they strayed too far from the group. They had no idea where the shots were coming from, so they deemed me the 'Sparrowhawk;' an aggressive bird they couldn't see until it struck."

Raine nodded as Audrea finished. "So, you can speak Polish, huh? Any others?"

Audrea bit her lip and nodded. "German, obviously from being undercover in the regime, and English and French from travelling through those countries."

Raine's eyebrows rose in surprise and he grinned. "Well, I see you'll be comin' in handy durin' our little adventure."

Audrea chuckled at Raine's excitement. "I'll try to help you guys as much as I can. I just want to see Hitler die for what his Nazi's did to my family."

Raine and the other Basterds nodded at her in agreement and understanding. The fire began to die down and Raine told the group to head to bed and prepare for an early morning tomorrow, ordering Wicki and Ulmer to stand watch over the camp. Audrea made her way over to the tree stump where her pack and guns sat, opening the pack to remove two small blankets. She heard someone's boots crunching the various leaves and twigs lying on the ground as they walked towards her and she glanced over her shoulder, seeing Donny coming into view.

"I still don't trust you fully, so I'm sleeping right here in case I have to bash your head in when you make any rash decisions." Donny eyed her as she shrugged and continued to spread out one of the blankets over the ground. "Suit yourself, Donowitz."

Donny glared at her from lack of reaction and threw his pack down next to hers, setting his bat down next to her blanket. She watched as he spread out a blanket dangerously close to hers as she removed her jacket, setting it on top of her pack. She cocked an eyebrow at how close they both were as she removed the knife carrier from her thigh and threw it next to her other things before lying down on her side on top of the blanket facing Donny, pulling the second blanket over her torso. Donny lied down on his side facing her, closing one eye and keeping the other wide open. "I'm going to sleep with one eye open, so don't pull nothin', Falco."

Audrea rolled her eyes before closing them and snuggling into her blanket.

"Whatever, Donowitz."