Seeing the soldier entering closer into my range, I smiled, and took aim. The whistle of the trank was music to my ears. I hit the fucker square in the chest. The serum took immediate effect, leaving the solider no time to cry for help. Even from my position far above, I could see that boy's wide eyed look of fear. He knew what was coming; he knew that he would be spending the rest of the night under the knife of the Owl. Smirking, I shouldered my rifle and tranquilizer, and as quite as any shadow I darted down the tree. Landing feet first in front of my victim, I grabbed him by his uniformed shoulder and slung him across my back. With the noise of the oblivious Germans behind me, I carried their comrade away. Chuckling at the thought of the nasty surprise they were in for when morning would break the night.

"Her real name is Fifka Eloi Beaumont, her mother was a gyppo and her father was a french colonel. Fuckin Nazis came for them after Dunkirk, never found her. Until, one of her victims was able to produce a detailed drawing of her."

Aldo Rain folded up the piece of paper, and looked over at his most trusted staff sergeant, Donny Donowitz, also known as the Bear Jew. Donny eyed his commanding officer; his eyebrows seemed to have disappeared from his forehead. "I thought you said the lady blinds em?"

The Apache smirked. "She takes anythin she wants… Heard a rumor she took this one sucker's… Well…"

Donny gaped. "Fuck a duck! Why?"

Aldo starred at the sketch of their soon to be new recruit. "Why else? Them Krauts don't like cripples any more than gypsies or Jews."

The Bear Jew stared at the road, watching it pass from under the truck. Aldo continued his explanation. "She does it to fuck with their minds, if y'all are missing a leg, you get shot full of led."

Leaving Donny to think about the crazy gypsy bitch, Aldo got up and tapped on the glass window that separated the cab from the rest of the truck. "Stiglitz, you see anything?"

The rouge German soldier shook his head. At the moment his main objective was act the part of a Nazi, something he knew how to do. Donny called to Rain. "Remind me again why we're playing Nazi soldiers?"

Aldo took a seat. "Cause Ms. Owl Gypsy comes out for the Nazis, no one else."

Donowitz smirked. "Don't seem fair at all." He looked at the intercepted drawing. "Pretty thing like that should aim higher than those Fuckin Krauts."

The comment earned a chuckle from the Lieutenant. "Well, let's hope she takes the bait." No sooner were the words out of his mouth, the truck suddenly swerved, the tires had been spiked. "Well, well! Speak of the devil!"

The Basterds managed to claw their way out of the broken truck. Once they managed to regain a sense of composure, they got up. "You do realize pretending to be Nazis can cause some serious repercussions?"

The voice rang clearly, obviously female. Donny shook his head, he was royally pissed off. Looking up, he sneered. He dark set eyes locked with a pair of beautiful blues. Aldo finally spoke. "I take it you're The Owl."

The woman's eyes jumped from Donny. She smirked, "You take it right, and I assume you're all Americans?"

Within a second the easy going calm left her. Fifka found Stiglitz. "Well! Look at this, Americans working with a Nazi" giving each Basterd a careful once over she let out a quick bird like whistle. The sound of several blows to the head breathed life into the silent forest. Fifka surveyed her captives. Looking to the people behind them she gave her orders. "Relieve them of any harmful objects, tie them up and take them to camp."

Not giving the scene a second glance, she walked over to the demolished truck. It miraculously had not caught fire. 'Good' she thought 'a fire would draw attention, by the time anyone sees it, we'll be long gone.' Noticing a few straw papers, she knelt down and retrieved them. Her eyes widened with shock, it was a sketch of her, looking through the other papers, and she found her old papers. They were rubberstamped and also looked as if they had been processed.

Fifka stood papers in hand. So, she was finally on the Furor's hit list. A small but cruel smile brightened her features "how fortuitous." Still smiling, she folded the mangled papers, and hid them away in her breast pocket. Without another look at the truck, Fifka disappeared into the forest, intent on returning to camp. They would move out ahead of schedule, with hostages it would take longer for the preparations to be made. She had a friend who lived 30 clicks from their current location. If her calculations were correct, her soldiers would be enjoying real beds by tomorrow evening.