Tracer: "What do you mean?" She saw that the captain stopped in his tracks when she asked that, he looked back at her with a bothered stare, then he looked down.
Capt Ross: "I don't exactly... Never mind, we'd better keep moving." He didn't want to offend his ally in case she was a fighter pilot.
The two of them continued walking through the woods that night, they didn't exactly say much, but that was because of the risk of German patrols looking for downed pilots. The Captain pulled out a map that was of Southern Germany that had possible routs to Switzerland, he looked up from the map and saw to lights growing bigger, then he knew what it was. He saw a ditch nearby and knew what to do, he put the map back in his jacket and called over to Tracer.
Capt Ross (Whispering): "Tracer!"
Tracer: "Yeah?" The Captain grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the ditch and they both got on the ground. "Oi, what was that for?" The Captain just shushed her, she was confused until she saw the lights that were only a few feet away from the both of them.
The two lights were headlights from a small truck, the two of them watched silently as several German soldiers walked out from the open back, and out of the truck's cab, was an SS Major. The German Major put on a pair of black gloves and they all looked around for something, or someone. The German troops looked all around looking but found nothing, they didn't even bother to go near the ditch where to two pilots were hiding.
Wehrmacht Sergeant: "Nothing Mein Herr."
SS Major: "Well Sergeant, we will just have to keep looking, for all I know that bomber pilot and his crew could be anywhere in this region, and the more time we waste, that gives them more time to reach Switzerland."
Wehrmacht Sergeant: "Jawhol Mein Herr." The Soldiers got back in the truck and drove on down the road that was right in front of them. But before there was no more light coming from the German truck, Capt Ross looked over at Tracer's uniform and saw a symbol that appeared to be a circle with lines inside it and a bit of orange on the top of it.
He had never seen that symbol before, but he had never seen it on any RAF pilots, which made him suspicious, nothing to him had been making sense with her honestly. Her positive attitude, her uniform, the symbol on her arm, he was a little, unsure, if they were actually on the same side. As soon as the Germans were out of sight, the two of them got out of the ditch.
Tracer: "Well, that was a close one wasn't it love."
Capt Ross: "Huh, oh yeah, there's one thing I noticed though."
Tracer: "What was it?"
Capt Ross: "The one with the black gloves was in the SS, those Nazi fanatic shock troops, that were brainwashed into thinking hitler was a god or something."
Tracer: "Well I'll be, thank god they didn't find us."
Capt Ross: "Yeah, well we better get moving."
The two of them got out of the ditch and crossed the road and continued on through the woods, dawn was breaking to the east. And with it, out of the wild blue yonder came a squadron of P-51's, Tracer looked in awe at the streaking silver planes, while Capt Ross just scoffed. Tracer looked at the Captain and frowned, she didn't know why he didn't like the sight of fighter planes, but decided if she wanted to stay on friendly terms, she shouldn't ask. As the sun got higher in the sky, they found a small area where the there was a large clump of trees and bushes. The two of them got behind the bushes and trees and sat down in the ground, they both rubbed their eyes from the sleepless night.
Tracer: "Well, I guess it's time to rest."
Capt Ross: "You go ahead, I'll keep watch."
Tracer: "Now hold it a minute, you've got to get some rest too, you've been through the ringer, haven't you?"
Capt Ross: "Yes I have, but those cruddy krauts might be anywhere near here, I'm not taking any chances." He pulled out his Colt 1911 and made sure it was ready for action.
Tracer: "Well that's ludicrous, you can't just be paranoid because you saw some Germans, besides you'll be able to hear a car coming a mile away I'll bet."
Tracer: "Well that's just stupid, I doubt the Germans would mess with us anyway." The Captain narrowed his eyes and let out a light chuckle, he then pulled out the clip of his 45 and looked it over, he saw that Tracer had put her head on a log and fell asleep instantly. He knew he needed sleep, but if his theory was right (And he prayed he was wrong) Tracer, or whatever her real name was, would take the Colt 45 and take him prisoner, but he would take all the bullets out so there's no real threat.
The Captain placed his head on a cool and smooth rock, and shut his eyes he figured he would be awake in a mere few hours if his theory was correct. He looked down at his jacket pocket and pulled out the photo of his Fiance, he smiled and laid it on his chest. Before he closed his eyes he looked up at the sky and saw the contrails of 8th Air Force Bombers in the air and smiled. Before he drifted off to sleep, he said to himself.
Capt Ross: "Give em hell up there fellas."
Three Hours Later
Tracer woke up to find a sleeping Capt Ross in front of her, she also saw that he had his pistol in his right hand, she went over to the Captain and looked down at his pistol. She thought he was just paranoid that the Germans were going to sneak up on them, but she understood when she saw the picture of the Captain's fiance again. He just wanted to complete his tour of duty and go home, she also wanted to go home and see her friends, she shook her heads and looked on the bright side. She wasn't alone in her situation, Capt Ross was in a similar situation like her. She decided to look at the Captain's pistol, she picked it up and looked it over, she then decided that she would keep an eye out for the Germans, if there were any nearby.
Capt Ross woke up and looked at his right hand, the gun was gone, he then looked in front of him to see Lena holding the gun, but she wasn't looking at him, his theory was right, but he wanted to be sure.
Capt Ross: "You know it's not loaded right?" Lena turned around to look at Capt Ross' serious yet disappointing look.
Tracer: "What?"
Capt Ross: "I wish it didn't have to come to this, but I guess sometimes, things happen for a reason."
Tracer: "What are you talking about." Tracer was very confused.
Capt Ross: "Could I get my gun back first?" Lena tossed back the Colt 1911 back to Capt Ross, he pulled out the loose bullets in his trouser pocket where he kept two other clips and reloaded his pistol and pointed it at Tracer. "I didn't think it would be so easy for you to give it back Lieutenant, or whatever rank the German high command has given you." Now it had been made clear, he thinks she's a German spy.
Tracer: "I'M NO BLOODY JERRY SPY!"
Capt Ross: "AND HOW DO I KNOW THAT?! As far as I know, you could be a spy for the Luftwaffe." Tracer exhaled
Tracer: "How do I prove to you I'm not a German spy?"
Capt Ross: "Well, tell me what this 'new' RAF Squadron is and I might believe you, if it's crazy enough to believe." Tracer thought about it for a moment, and decided to tell the Captain the truth, or at least half the truth.
Tracer: "Alright, my squadron was chosen to test out a new aircraft, Headquarters call's it the Slipstream, it's meant to counter the German jet fighters, it's a jet fighter itself. But I crash landed here and now I'm just trying to make it like you." There was silence in between the two of them at that point, the Captain looked down at his pistol and then at the ground. "Do you believe me?" The Captain made eye contact with the young pilot, and grinned.
Capt Ross: "I'd have to be stupid not too, sorry I doubted you, I guess it's the lack of sleep." The both chuckled, until they heard rustling in the bushes, they turned to see the bushes rustling. The Captain brought up his pistol and aimed it at the bushes, and to their suprise, it was a Army Air Corps Sergeant.
Capt Ross: "Georgia Tech?"
Sgt Bayfourth: "Skipper?"
