Not twenty minutes went by before the Basterds found them. Levi's tall, lanky form was slumped against a tree, his brown eyes set on the woman a few paces away from him. She paid the men no mind, simply continuing to roll her cigarette between her fingers. Giving the paper a harsh, clean lick, she gave it one last roll. Setting it between her lips, Anna pulled a metal Zippo lighter from her brassiere.

"Classy," Wilhelm drawled, earning an array of humorless chuckles from the men around him. The woman paid him no mind, as the young man stood. Narrowing his eyes at the group of strangers, he moved to Anna's side. Levi may have been overly trusting, but he wasn't about to forgive these men's betrayal. Particularly the German one.

A swat to the chest snapped him out of his angered revenge fantasies. Looking down at the blonde, Levi took the cigarette that was offered to him. Placing it between his plump lips he inhaled deeply, keeping his eyes on the Basterds. At least the ones that were there.

Hirschberg glared at Anna, who was content to smirk and pick her nails without so much as a half hearted glimpse in his direction. On the other hand, Levi was more than a little eager to return the expression. The remaining team of guerilla soldiers, (which consisted of Wicki, Hugo, Smithson, Omar, and, of course, Hirschberg,) wandered closer, but neither outsider seemed threatened.

"Well?"

At this time, Anna looked over at the men, "well?"

"Aren't you going to-"

"Apologize?" Anna finished for the smaller man, her smirk blossoming into a look of disdain, that was only slightly unbecoming on her already hardened features. "No. I'm not."

"May we inquire as to why you are not?" Wilhelm asked, his eyes slipping to the expose skin of her chest only briefly.

"Hm." Anna looked over to Levi, who was smirking casually as he continued to smoke. "Well, it couldn't possibly because you ran off with a member of my brigade with little warning." Her green eyes met his, almost teasing, "without even bothering to leave so much as a note."

A bitter chuckle came from him at her sass. Shaking his head, Wicki looked between the two. Standing close together, his eyes drifted almost inconspicuously between them. They were almost the same height, with the Jewish man only an inch or two taller than the woman, they also had soft features. Other then Anna's were because she was, naturally, a woman. Levi on the other hand, was simply young, and Wilhelm expected his characteristics would sharpen with age.

"I would hardly call three people a brigade, Fräulein."

She seemed to take his mannerisms to offense as both she and Levi straightened up. Speaking with more than a dab of hostility, she addressed the matter. "Three's plenty."

Levi nodded, "more than enough."

"Doesn't sound very safe." Smithson said, quietly, earning himself a look from the woman. She didn't say anything at first, choosing rather to pass her eyes over to the other German. Hugo Stiglitz was an imposing man, but she didn't feel that her safety was the least bit jeopardized by him. Although the small one who seemed to hold a grudge over her minor death threat on his life.

"It isn't, but than again scalping Nazis in the middle of a forest isn't exactly a smart move either, darling." Anna said, sarcasm rolling easily off her tongue, as she took the cigarette from her partner. "Thank you."

Nodding his acknowledgement, Levi turned to the men he cleared his throat. "Where's…Aldo?"

"Speaking with your coloured friend." Wilhelm answered.

"Oh?" The pair glanced at each other, a sprinkle of humor in their eyes. "He's not agreed yet?"

There was a moment of hesitated silence before the Corporal spoke again. "What gives you the impression that he will?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Levi snapped, darkening his brown eyes as the man movie a little closer to them.

Anna let a puff of smoke slip from her lips as she shifted her body away from the men. Clicking her tongue, she jerked her head towards the road. "Let's go, Lev."

"Go where?" Smithson asked, watching as the two went off. Wilhelm watched with mild interest as they went off. Hugo took a step forward, joining the other men. "Should we follow?"

Wilhelm nodded. "Watch out for bear traps."

-

Meanwhile, Aldo was having little trouble persuading Troy to join. In fact he was more than willing, but…

"They won't follow your orders." He explained, cracking his knuckles as he went on. "they don't respect you."

Aldo offered the man some of his snuff. When he rejected it, he put it to his own nose, "why not?"

"First off, y'er American, not to mention Southern." Troy said, watching as Donny continued to dig Zimmerman's grave. "Second, they don't know you. They're gonna question your motives."

"What's hard to figure out?" Aldo chuckled, "we like killin' Nazis."

The Bear Jew's shoveling became a little harsher, stabbing the tool into the ground as he turned the dirt over. It was more complicated then that. He hated it when Aldo felt the need to simplify their cause. As fun as killing Nazis was, it was not the essential purpose behind their actions. Vengeance was. Simple, sweet, and savage. A barbaric smile made its way onto his dirtied face as he shoved another shovelful of soil over his shoulder.

Troy shook his head above him, "see, that ain't gonna be enough." He ran a hand over his jaw sighing at the rough, thick stubble that lay across it. "They're gonna want explanations, and details. And quite frankly, so do I."

"Well," Aldo drawled, his accent a cracking slightly, "The boys do it 'cause they gotta. Gotta get even, gotta get penance." Looking the man up and down, he nodded. "I bet I can guess why you do it, being Negro an' all."

Troy nodded, and Aldo went on. "And why the Jew does it too. But what about the girl?"

"Because she has to."

A brow quirked as Donny looked out at them from the hole. "What?"

Remaining quietly ominous he didn't speak any further on the matter, "but so do me and Levi. Like you said, penance."

"How'd you meet 'em?" The lieutenant asked, gesturing for Donny to get back to work.

Shrugging his broad shoulders, Troy answered with a hint of finality. "You get moved around enough, you're bound to meet people."

"Hm." Aldo pursed his lips as Troy's dark eyes moved from him to the sun setting on the horizon. "We should go get your…men."

Nodding his appreciation Troy stood, offering Donny a hand. The man stared at it a moment, glancing at the body of his dead comrade a second before taking the man's hand.

He may not like him, but Donny had to respect Troy's loyalty to his soldiers.

-

Smithson let out a scream as Wilhelm stared down at him. "I thought I told you to mind the bear traps."

The Little Man let out a whimper as Hugo went to pry it from his leg.

"Don't." The two men turned to see the woman standing a few yards away, undoing a clothes line with her back to them.

Hirschberg was the one her answered her, "why the hell not?! What kind of sadistic-"

Holding up the rope, she cut him off. "He needs a tourniquet, or he'll bleed out. Or at least more drastically than without one."

Brushing the men out of her way, she looked into the young man's frightened blue eyes. She dropped a bag to the ground next to him. Sighing, she broke eye contact with him to look at Levi. Nodding he turned to Wilhelm. "How about you help me pack while she fixes you're friend?"

Glancing down at the rapidly paling man, the leader agreed.

"Thanks." Smithson whispered, trying to give her a smile, but it turned out to be more of a grimace. She once again chose to stay quiet, wrapping the rope tightly under his knee. Looking down at it he asked, "is this gonna hurt?"

"Yes." Anna answered, her green eyes filled with some thing he couldn't quite place as she cleared her throat, "but the sooner it's done the less likely you are to get blood poisoning, so try to focus on that rather than the pain."

Making sure it was pulled as tightly as possible, she opened the bag, giving the appendage a moment to stop circulation. Pulling out a wad of bandages, she dropped them into his lap; followed by a jug of rubbing alcohol.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Smithson asked, shuddering from the pains that were shooting from his leg.

Anna glanced at him, "yes."

"H-how sure?"

She placed a hand on his knee, and he was quick to meet her eyes. "Very sure," she promised, going back to rooting through her bag. Anna motioned for Hugo to come closer.

Hunching down next to the buxom woman, he spoke, "what do you need?"

"Can you pry the trap apart when I say?" She asked, making eye contact with him rather than the Little Man. When she received a nod, she said "when I say now. One, Now."

Stiglitz tore open the jaws of the mechanism as Anna pulled Smithson's leg out of it as gently as possible. Letting out a pain filled cry, the boy began to pant as she set it on the ground. Ripping the material from the wound, Anna opened the bottle of disinfectant with her teeth.

"Hold him down," She ordered, and gave Hugo a moment to comply before pouring the bottle's contents onto his open gashes. Another screech of agony came from him as he began to thrash against the large man holding him.

"You fuckin' psycho bitch! What the fuck are-are-?!" Smithson ranted trying to weakly pull away from her, and of course, Hugo.

Meanwhile, the Basterds hadn't really gotten anything done, but Levi had. In fact, most of the packing was done. It really wasn't hard to pack when there were only three people, who were constantly on the move, and had only a backpack to themselves. And of course a freakish amount of ammunition but that was already stored away in another location.

"Is this why you keep her around?" Levi glanced at the German as Wilhelm went on, "to play doctor?"
For a second the younger man considered ignoring him, but eventually decided to let up. "She serves her purpose, just like me and Troy."

"Hm." Hirschberg gave the woman a once over, "I'm sure being eye-candy helps."

"Probably," Levi shrugged, glaring slightly at the smaller man, "just like I'm sure being a pain in the ass helps your cause."

The older man chuckled as the Privates continued to glare at each other.

-

Donny rolled his shoulders as he followed the two commanding officers through the forest.

"How much further?" He drawled, exhausted. The only thing keeping his feet going was an order from his Lieutenant and the faint chance he's get to see Anna's cleavage. The green eyes that smoldered up at him were still pretty fresh in his mind, but so was the faint throbbing in his crotch. It was not a good throbbing.

"Only a mile." Troy answered, looking back at the man as he kept his pace brisk. "Sooner we find them the better; Lord knows what they've been up to."

"Oh?" Aldo smirked as he gave the imposing man an impish glance. "Why's that?"

"Well, let's just say there's a reason I keep 'em apart."

Donny jogged up to them, looking around his superior to the dark skinned man. Before he could even ask, Troy spoke. "Levi likes to talk, and Anna's touchy as fuck. It's not always a good idea to leave 'em alone to long."

-

The colour was slowly started to come back to Smithson's face as Anna finally took off the tourniquet. Cupping his face in her pale hands, she forced him to look at her. "Follow my finger." She said, moving it to the left and then the right. He followed it with his eyes flawlessly and she let out a quiet noise of approval.

Hugo stood above them, a lingering figure of masculinity as the three men finally appeared through the bush. Moving from the pair on the ground, he went over to the men as they glanced questioningly at their fallen comrade.

"Bear trap." He said his voice thick and rough as he wiped some of the young man's blood from his hand.

Troy nodded, appreciating his nonchalance as he looked over to Levi. "All set?"

"Told ya." Anna called, earning an undignified leer from the younger man.

Aldo looked at his injured solider was the woman stood, and moved to collect her belongings. Bending down the young man, he brushed his hand over the clean white bandages.

"She fix ya up?"

Smithson nodded, looking down at his leg a moment. "Yes, sir."

"Can ya walk?" The man asked, noting what a crackerjack job the female had done.

A wince settled over the man's face a moment as he bent his knee. Aldo held up his hand, "I'' take that as a no. Knock it off before ya fuck yer self up some more."

"Yes, sir."

"Donny!" Aldo snapped, looking over just in time to see Anna slap him. "Get over here! Yer helpin' Utivich back t'a the camp!"

(Moments prior on the other side of the camp)

Anna bent over as she picked up a few of the belongings Levi refused to touch. She was just about to stand when something grazed her backside. Stiffening, she held her breathe a moment as Donny's hand moved from the hem of pants downward. Speaking quietly, he murmured, "I'm gonna get ya back for that, bitch."

Setting her eyes on ground, she ignored the burning feeling in the pit of her stomach as she stood. Inhaling sharply, she spun to face him. The Bear Jew. This boy named Donny. Giving him a once over, Anna gave a scoff. He may have been gorgeous but there was no way she was going to let him get the better of her. At least not in front of the men around them. Licking her lips, coyly, she let her fingers flutter over the zipper of his trousers. Running them upward to the top of them, then up his chest before letting her hand settle against his collar bone. Her smirk drifted into a smile as she noticed the distant gaze that had risen in his eyes.

"Oh, that's so sweet, darlin'." She let out a girlish giggle, "you think you're gonna put your hands on me."

Her tone shifted back to that familiar sultry voice as she raked her nails across his cheek in a vicious slap.

"You little bitch!" he went to grab her when Aldo's voice cut him off. Listening to his orders, Donny glared down at her, the taste of copper bitter in his mouth as he realized he was bleeding. He smiled down at her, as she tried to push the unsettling feeling of arousal it stirred in her. He looked positively menacing. "I'll get ya back for that." He muttered, keeping his brown eyes locked on her green ones.

Anna offered a shrug, and raised a finger to his face. Wiping some of blood off it as it oozed from one of the scratches on his face, she chuckled. "Lookin' forward to it, Donny."

A/N: I want some reviews on how you think this is going, and what you think of Anna. There have been some great reviewers, but some of you are just being lazy sonsabitchs, so I'm not gonna update this story 'til at least half of you review. I'll be watching the traffic. Oh! And pics on now up on my profile if yer interested!