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Harley and Ivy were riding through town to the address Deathstroke had given them.
Ivy stopped in front of a museum and said "well, we're here."
"A museum?" Harley asked "why a museum?"
"I don't know" Ivy said "let's go inside and find out. Leave the ammunition in the trunk for now."
"Ok" Harley said.
They got out and walked into the museum. Deathstroke met them without his armor on, instead he was wearing a 1940's army uniform.
"Deathstroke?" Harley asked.
"Until this mission is over, call me Corporal Slade Wilson. You two will be known as simply Private Quinn and Private Isley. There were no woman soldiers in the field during the '40s, so try not to use your first names. We have uniforms and equipment for you inside, follow me."
He turned around and walked inside, Harley and Ivy followed him. He led them through the museum to the back storage room. There were several other people waiting for them. There were two 1940s army uniforms on a table, they took them into another room and changed. Harley came back carrying her helmet, her hair was still in pigtails.
"Lose the pigtails Quinn" Deathstroke said.
"Do I haveta?" Harley asked.
"Yes" he said "you can't wear your helmet with pigtails and we need to try to blend in."
"Fine" Harley said.
She took her pigtails down and put her hair up in a bun and put her helmet on.
"Weapons?" Harley asked.
Deathstroke walked over to a table and picked up a Thompson submachine gun.
He turned to Harley and said "you and Isley have permission to take any weapon you want from the World War two display."
"Follow me" a man said.
He led them to a large display case and opened it. There were two M1 carbines sitting in the bottom of the case. Harley reached inside and picked up one of the M1 carbines.
She handed it to Ivy and said "here ya go Red, accurate, low recoil and light weight. Plus they had you make plenty a' ammo for it."
Ivy took the rifle and began to look it over, then said "if you think it's the right one for me, I'll take it."
Harley reached back into the case and grabbed a BAR.
"Ma'am" the man who led them there said "that is a-"
"BAR, Browning Automatic Rifle" Harley interrupted "fully automatic .30-06. Bad news for Nazis."
"It's heavy and it has quite a kick" the man said.
Harley pulled it out of the case, put it over her shoulder and said "compared to a hundred and fifty pound mallet, it's nothin'. Got any extra magazines?"
"Yes" he said "in the back."
"Let's go get 'em and get down to business" Harley said.
He led them back to the storage room, when they walked in, Deathstroke looked at Harley and asked "Quinn, what are you doing?"
"Gettin' ready" Harley said "what are ya doing?"
Deathstroke sighed and said "I mean why do you have a BAR?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Harley asked "it's reliable, accurate, powerful and has a good rate of fire. Every squad needs a support gunner."
"I instructed Isley to make .45 for the Thompson and the 1911s, and 7.63x33 for the M1 carbines. We have no ammunition for the BAR, so put it back."
"We've got plenty of .30-06 for the BAR" Harley said.
"Where did you get nonlethal, paralyzing .30-06 ammunition?" Deathstroke asked "it wasn't on the list I gave to Isley."
"I live with Red, she's like a sistah to me" Harley said "I just asked her to make .30-06 ammo for me."
"And I gladly did it" Ivy said "we are literally going to war. Harley is the best gun hand I've ever known, besides maybe Deadshot. If she wants a specific gun to help keep us alive, she gets it."
A man came over with a large box full of extra magazines.
"Where's the ammo?" Deathstroke asked.
"In the trunk of my car" Ivy said.
Deathstroke nodded at two men standing by the door. They left and came back a few minutes later with the boxes of ammunition. They began loading the magazines with the ammunition Ivy made. Harley put on a belt one of the museum employees gave her. There was a large pouch on the side that she began filling with full magazines for the BAR. She attached a holster and put a M1911 .45 pistol in it and a few spare magazines. Ivy and Deathstroke did the same, except they filled the pouches with magazines for the M1 carbine and Thompson.
"Ready?" Deathstroke asked.
"Yeah, let's go" Harley said "I'm sick a' waitin'."
"I'm ready" Ivy said.
"Follow me" Deathstroke said.
He led them into another storage room. There was a large machine with a round platform.
"Get on the platform" Deathstroke said.
Harley and Ivy climbed on the platform and waited. Deathstroke climbed up and nodded at the woman at the controls. A light flashed and they disappeared. They reappeared in a forest.
"Where are we?" Ivy asked quietly.
"Twenty miles behind German lines" Deathstroke said "about fifteen miles from the prison compound where the officer is being held."
Harley grabbed the cocking lever of the BAR, pulled it back and let it slide forward and said "well, let's get to work."
Ivy slowly walked over to a tree and put her hand against it.
She gasped quietly and said "take cover, quick."
She ducked into a group of bushes. Harley grabbed Deathstroke and ducked into them too.
"What's up?" Harley whispered.
"There is a small group of men coming" Ivy whispered.
"How do you know?" Deathstroke asked.
"The tree told me" Ivy whispered "she can feel the pressure on her roots."
Harley unfolded the bipod of the BAR, set it up and laid down behind it. Only the end of the barrel was sticking out of the bushes.
"What are you doing?" Deathstroke asked.
"Shh" Harley said.
A three man German patrol walked towards them. Ivy raised her rifle. Harley shook her head and motioned for her to lower her rifle. Ivy raised an eyebrow and slowly lowered the rifle. The patrol stopped for a minute and began to talk. One of them lit a cigarette. Harley never took the sights off of them. After a few minutes they began to walk away. Once they were gone, Harley let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Why didn't you shoot them?" Ivy asked.
"Not worth the risk" Harley said "these bullets might not kill, but they still make noise."
She folded the bipod back up and slowly stood up.
Deathstroke stood up and said "maybe I misjudged you."
"Most people do" Harley said "c'mon Red, it's ok."
Ivy slowly stood up.
"It won't always be that easy" Deathstroke said.
"I know" Harley said "that's why we brought guns" suddenly her eyes widened as she raised the BAR to her shoulder "might be time to use 'em!"
Deathstroke looked where she was aiming and saw a German squad approaching. Several roots came out of the ground, forming a wall. The three of them ducked behind it.
"Watch behind us Red" Harley said "make sure that patrol doesn't come at us from behind."
Ivy nodded, turned around, laid down and readied her rifle.
Deathstroke turned the safety off on his Thompson and said "get ready."