I'm going to graduate today. I have a long commute though, so now have time to write a bit.

"Ahh, Dum Dum you're going to break my leg if you push any harder," Bucky writhed as Dugan pressed his big hands into the wound in his thigh. The Commandos had all met up and the rendezvous point with Dugan's group having made it there first as they had already been on the way back.

"Looks like Stark needs to make us armored long johns," Dugan joked, though his tone was light his face was solemn. The wound was not dire, having missed the bone and major arteries and could easily have been worse. Bucky even managed to hop himself to the predestinated spot with help from Gabe and Falsworth, though he was pale and exhausted when finally they made it. But it was still bleeding through the blond's fingers and was very painful.

"More clothes," Dernier said, speaking English in a rare moment. The French man handed over a spare rag. "Leaky."

"Just a bit," Falsworth said as he paced around the makeshift camp. They were still very close to the perimeter. The Brit stood guard, but he was also keeping an eye out for their Captain. Who had yet to return.

Another 30 minutes past, before Steve made it. The bleeding had stopped and the wound bandaged. Bucky leaned quietly against a rock, covered with Gabe's coat, and didn't respond when Steve arrived.

"How is he?" Steve asked.

"Doing alright, considering," Gabe answered, he had acted as their makeshift medic, being the only one with any skill in medicine. "But I'll be able to stitch it when Morita comes back from the truck."

"And you guys?"

"The rest of us are fine." Falsworth answered. "We stalled being discovered with a radio one of the soldiers was carrying. Gabe has been giving false reports, but it won't fool them for long."

Falsworth informed the Captain of what they had seen and how Bucky was hurt. In that time, Morita had returned from a supply run, bringing more bandages and ammunition. Dugan reported the presence of a main road a couple of klicks from their current position, there seemed to be the most traffic. They had also located where the POWs were being kept in a building closest to the main workshop.

"That's not our only problem," Steve began. "There are women and children being held in some of the more central buildings. Probably as leverage against the men mining."

"If we launch an open assault, they will be slaughtered," Falsworth stated.

"Faire un appel à la radio. Dessinez le soldat hors de la ville et de la rue." Dernier said quickly. Make a call on the radio. Draw the soldiers out of the city and off the streets.

Steve paused for a moment, weighing the possibilities. "We can't wait much longer or our cover will be blown. Radio Colonel Phillips. It will take him at least a day to get here, but we'll need them when they do. Gabe and Dernier will free the civilians and sent them in this direction into the woods. Falsworth and Dugan free prisoners, get to the storerooms arms, we'll need the man power. Morita and I will head to the offices get our hands on whatever we can."

It was much easier said than done, each pair will have to get into position without being discovered.

"What about me?" Bucky ground out, sitting up and brushing aside Gabe's restraining hands.

"No, Buck. You'll only make your leg worse." Steve responded, despite his old friend shaking his dark, sweaty head the entire time.

"I'm fine. It's not that bad."

"You won't be able to do much with your leg," Steve insisted.

"Maybe not," Morita interrupted. "But maybe you can do something with this," pulling out a Springfield sniper rifle.

XXX

The prison and the workshop were close together. Steve, Morita, Falsworth, and Dugan all slunk through the shadows together until they had to separate for their own tasks.

In the next couple hours following Steve's return to the Commandos, Gabe had made a report over the bulky Hydra radio, saying that a large Allied force was less than 2 miles from their location. The trick had worked and soldiers were mobilizing to that direction, west of the town. Although Hydra thought it was relying on "their" scouts' information. It would not take long for them to realize the lie. Hopefully it would be enough to time to get the Allied prisoners weapons and the townsfolk out of the way.

Steve and Morita dashed quickly alongside the brick wall of the workshop. After the report had gone through, any prisoners working the nightshift had been returned to their cells and only a handful of guards were left to watch over them and the factory. Every spare hand was sent to protect the plant from ghosts.

Steve stopped at the corner, raising his hand for Morita to halt as well. Peering around, the Captain saw two guards stationed in the alleyway. He whipped his shield like a Frisbee, taking out the guard closest to them. As it flew, he charged forward tackling the second sentry into the wall. Both crumpled before they had a chance to blink

Before Steve could straighten a gun pressed into the back of his helmet. "Halt oder sterben." Halt or die. The third, patrolling guard did not get to make a second move as he was kicked in the knee. The man's cry of pain was cut short as a sharp jab to the throat crushed his windpipe. Morita's final kick sent the man into the ground.

"You can't get all of them," the short man said, brusquely. Steve just laughed and waved him along.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" Steve whispered curiously.

"My dad was a mean drunk. It was either learning to block a hit or not be able to see for a week." Morita answered without preamble.

Steve looked to his man, trying to keep the pity from his face. "I'm sorry." Though it did explain a lot of Morita's personality. The short, Nisei soldier was the least personable of them all. He rarely told stories of his family or life before the war. Of the short time Steve had known him, Morita had smile probably once or twice. His tone was typically flat and his opinion blunt. However, he was a skilled hand to hand fighter and was talented with manipulating the radios. Steve had heard through the grapevine of some infantrymen whispering doubts and harassments about his men, including Pearl Harbor. It had ended by the time Steve heard about it, though he didn't know how. Morita barely blinked at the words and never rose to the bait.

"Don't be. My old man also taught me not to dwell in the past. It only distracts from the present. No matter what he did, it couldn't stop me."

They ran in silence for a few more yards, before Morita spoke again, "he doesn't trust us you know."

Steve looked to him with a furrowed brow, "Who?"

"Bucky."

"What do you mean? Of course he trusts us."

"No. He trusts you, not us." Morita clarified. The short man stared directly into his Captain's confused look. A private would have never spoken to a captain in such a way, but speaking to Steve is what made the Commandos unique. "Well, someone had to say it." Morita was beyond frank and he never really cared about how it made him seem to others.

Steve so desperately wanted to talk about Morita's meaning, but loud clanging carries down the street. There wasn't the time and they had reached their destination.

"I noticed this my first time around. The door is reinforced on the inside, but the panel above it should lead to a vent on the inside."

Morita just stared at his captain, "Is this why you wanted me? Because I'm the smallest?"

"No you are Howling Commando and. . . um" At Morita's glare, Steve decided to just admit it, "Fine, because you're the smallest. But I used to be able fit in that."

"Hey you ditched that band wagon. You no longer get to sympathize."

"Just, come on. I'll give you a boost." Captain America easily lifted the man above his head, holding him there as he crawled into the vent. Steve waited in silence by the door, watching if anymore guards circled back this way. His enhanced hearing allowed him to hear voices in the distance, but couple of English words floating over made him realize that Falsworth and Dugan were along the way to success. There wasn't much time left before their lie was discovered.

Suddenly the door popped open, Morita peering back out. "Come on, there's a door this way." Together they ran to a lower door that lead what appeared to be a lab. Steve was able to kick this door open, two scientists on the other side jumped in surprise.

"Legen sie ihre hände" Steve ordered in German. The lessons from Gabe were going astonishingly well. Put your hands up.

The captives obeyed, but not quietly. "Hail Hydra," one said, as both crunched their teeth. They fell to the floor in seconds, choking on their saliva.

"No, god dammit." Morita checked the men's pulses. "What is with these guys?" The man who had not spoken could only have been in his early twenties. What could Hydra offer that would drive a man in the prime of his life to suicide over capture.

Gunfire blasts muffled through the walls. Steve turned to the table his mind reeling over the numbers and schematics of countless papers. He started folding them up, stuffing the sheets unceremoniously into a bag.

"Too late now, grab what you can and lets help the others."

And I'm now a college graduate. Let me know what you think or have any questions or ideas. We all need to give the Commandos love. I really hope they will appear in Agent Carter series or I will be really disappointed.