Zim zam God damn she's bloody SOE
Chapter 1: Prologue
The rain had eased off during the evening. Now, in the early hours of the morning, a tranquil atmosphere had settled over the Normandy countryside. There were breaks in the cloud and if you squinted, you could see stars. But it was not stars that one solitary figure looked out for in the night sky. This person knew that the calm that had descended would not last long. It was like the whole of France was holding its breath. The calm before the storm. The silence, before death.
Shouldering a rifle and checking their pockets for spare ammunition, the figure quickly moved on. Ears straining to hear any foreign sound. Minutes passed, and still, the figure trudged on.
But wait? What was that? Sharp ears picked up a low droning sound coming from the coast, then the loud cracking of anti-aircraft fire. Suddenly, a whole squadron of C-47s burst though the cloud cover and the sky was illuminated with enemy fire. A few planes were hit, some careered out of formation and hurtled to the ground. The figure could feel the heat of the crashed aeroplane, but did not go to help. There was nothing that could be done.
The paratroopers commenced their jump. Soon the sky was filled with white parachutes and the soldiers dangling from them.
"And so it begins." The figure muttered to themselves. Tracer rounds and exploding shells lit up the sky above, the figure was illuminated for a few brief seconds, and, if you looked, you would have seen a medium height female, with short, dark brown hair, dressed in practical clothing. The planes of her face were exaggerated by shadow and her pale blue eyes seemed to shine out of the gloom. But no one was looking, she made sure of that. And if someone had seen her, they would be dead before they even registered her existence.
The woman sighed and continued her trek toward the men falling out of the sky.