I own nothing having to do with Saving Private Ryan or WWII. I own only Private John and Jack Ayers.

I watched Saving Private Ryan the other night and had to get this out of my head. I am writing my other stories! I promise!

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"AYERS!"

Privates John and Jack Ayers ran up to the command tent that hand been set up on the beach after the initial landing and battle. They saluted the Colonel and fell to parade rest when the Colonel waved at them. "I have a mission for you two."

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Jack glanced over to her brother as they crept behind a hedge that ran along the treeline of some fields. They would have to move farther into the fields eventually to keep up with Miller and the group, but that meant breaking their cover, being out in the open. She didn't like it. But she didn't have much of a choice. The pair of soldiers would not reveal their presence until needed, so they would have to find some sort of camouflage. Miller would eventually needed cover fire, and the element of surprise would be a great advantage against the attacking enemy. But until then, they would follow the American group, watching their backs.

Jack placed her hand on John's arm, signaling him to stop, "There" she said quietly, her voice blending into the wind. -Over there- She motioned with her hands to the left. A small group of five Germans was approaching the unaware Americans from the side. She grinned. The pair was concealed and on a hill, giving no sign of having seen them. Another advantage.

"We need to get closer" John whispered back to her. He moved forward to one of the hedges that divided the field and followed one that would take them closer to the American troops and the Germans. It would provide cover from fire and help conceal their location, hopefully confusing their enemy.

This is what they were out here for. Colonel Anderson told them to provide additional man power to Miller's group, to save this,... Private Ryan. He didn't say how exactly to provide this cover, so the pair thought the element of surprise would come in handy. They were right.

John held his hand up. -here- They hand reached a good spot. They had gotten behind the Germans who were at a slight angle to the group they were following. This would minimize the chance of friendly fire from a surprised group of Americans. Both groups were unaware they were being followed.

John already had his gun propped up on the hedge while Jack analyzed the situation. She followed suit.

"Twelve hundred yards"

They took the wind into account and waited. Watching the Germans through he sight. The twins worked together seamlessly. They instinctively knew their own targets, and which to hit next, never going for the same target. Though Jack was the better sniper, john didn't let his rank as medic interfere with his shooting ability. He wasn't Near good as Jack, but damn close.

They both watched the Germans silently as they got closer and closer to the American group. They would wait until the Germans began to line up their sights on the group, they wouldn't give away their position if they didn't need to.

-there- John motioned, the Germans had stopped and began to set up their guns

The twins took their time lining up their shots before both said a quiet "fire" and they shot simultaneously, making one noise. They watched through the scopes as they reloaded. The Germans were startled, not knowing where the shot came from, while the Americans hit the ground, turning to see the Germans and getting their guns out. The twins shot another round out before anyone else could fire. The last German was taken out by one of Miller's men. Looked like his sharpshooter to Jack.

"There goes our advantage" John said turning to Jack with a grin.

Jack just laughed, which was muffled by the bandanna she wore the lower half of her face. Between that and her hat, only her eyes, part of her forehead and eyebrows were seen. "We should really go say hi." From here out, John would do most of the talking. The bandanna helped muffle her feminine voice, but precautions must be taken. Women were not allowed in combat. She had followed John, refusing to let her twin go to war without her. So she had cut her hair and became Jack, instead of Jacqueline. Going by Jackie as a kid, Jack wasn't a far step.

With her cropped hair and wrapped chest (she already had a boyish figure, but a little extra protection against being found wouldn't hurt) she and her brother looked like identical twins, sandy brown hair and green eyes. The bandanna masked her slightly more feminine features as well as her voice so when she did speak it wouldn't sound too feminine.

She brought her attention back to the American group. They were still crouched down, but had moved behind a hedge. They were looking for the first shooters. Jack nodded to John

"LUCKY!" he shouted across the field to give the Americans confirmation that they themselves were also American. There was a few seconds of silence until Miller's group called back "STRIKE!" John smiled, "Now that they won't shoot us, let's go introduce ourselves."

John got up and climbed easily over the hedge, moving across the field to the group of Americans who were backtracking towards them. Jack followed after a moment, placing her hand on the hedge and vaulted herself over. She held her rifle in her right hand pointing it towards the sky as she practically stalked after her brother.

She had found that the best way to avoid confrontation (and to avoid giving herself away) was to come off as detached and distant. They would be wary of her and would generally leave her alone. Generally. The bandanna did attract some attention, but with her position as a sniper, she somewhat set aside from the others.

As they approached , Miller's group seemed more relaxed, standing in a half circle behind the Captain. John stopped a few yards away from Miller, and Jack came to a stop slightly behind and to the right of her brother. She saw a few curious and suspicious looks directed towards her but she brushed them off to pay attention to John and Miller.

John spoke first. "Captain Miller?"

He nodded "Thanks for the support back there" he waved towards the dead Germans. "Who are you and what are you doing out here? Everyone from the beach is headed to Caen"

"That's where we should be going to" One of his men muttered. Jack smiled at that, knowing it was true. But they would get more action heading to Ramelle than to Caen. She was happy for that.

John rubbed the back of his head, tilting his helmet to one side "well, after Colonel Anderson found out you left, he thought you might be able to use a few more guns" He motioned between the twins. "Jack here had the best shot of our unit"

Miller looked at Jack who merely stared back with, well what looked to him like a bored expression. "And you are-? He said turning back to look at John when Jack gave no sign of talking.

"Sorry sir!" He saluted Miller. "Private Jonathan Ayers sir!" he jerked his thumb to Jack, "This is Private Jack Ayers" who also saluted the captain.

Miller raised an eyebrow. "Brothers? I thought they separated brothers."

"Well, usually sir, but we are twins. And we make one hell of a team. You can't get much better than a sniper teamed with a medic whose got a decent shot himself." John looked at Jack "And he doesn't talk too much sir."

Miller nodded. "Formation, the sooner we find Private Ryan, the sooner we can get out of this German infested place" He turned and walked towards Ramelle, thinking about the new additions to his team. He couldn't go against Colonel Anderson's orders. Two more guns would help, and from what he had just witnessed with the German ambushers, they were both good shots. His men would make up for Private Jack's lack of. All his men had their quirks, this was just another one.