"Liebe Emma, haben wir Gäste vorbei wieder. Ich erwarte Sie, das Abendessen zur Verfügung zu stellen. Nach dem können Sie gehen." (Emma dear, we are having guests over again. I expect you to provide the dinner. After that, you can leave.) A young man with brown hair slicked back with gel and bright blue eyes sat at a table with a cigar in his mouth and a newspaper in his hand. It wasn't a very big house the two young people were in, but it was doable. A girl with brown, wavy hair and bangs turned her cold hazel eyes to him with a frown upon her lips.

"Sie erwarten mich, für Ihre Freunde… Nazifreunde zu kochen? Was ist mit Ihnen, Louie falsch?" (You expect me to cook for your friends...Nazis friends? What is wrong with you, Louie?) Louie lifted his eyes at the distressed girl. It's been over a week since her family's death and she still hasn't gotten over it. Then again, she was a Jew…an "enemy" to the government. Of course, her secret wasn't revealed to his army friends…and Jr. Detective Archibald had many. Why, even the infamous Hans Landa was a "friend" of his, but Louie only made sure the Colonel came home when Emma was away in the town. The Jew Hunter was too good to be true, and it would just be too risky for the young man to loose his toy. Louie took out his cigar and gave a puff before standing up and walking over to the young beauty.

"Emma,…, das ich kenne, dass Sie noch… gestört werden, aber es noch einige Sachen gibt Sie tun können, dass ich nicht kann. Bitte?" (Emma...I know you are still upset...but there are still some things you can do that I can not. Please?) He walked around to her back and gently placed his hands on his smooth white skin. Emma flinched and quickly moved away from his touch. Facing him, she held out a hand.

"Fein. Geben Sie mir das Geld. Ist Rindfleisch Burgunder gut?" (Fine. Give me the money. Is beef burgundy alright?) Louie let out a small frusterated sigh and jammed his hand into his front pockets.

"Ja fein. Seien Sie einfach zurück in einer Stunde." (Yes, fine. Just be back in an hour) The ignorant girl grabbed a shawl and bag, then headed out to the town of Levallois-Perret. It was a town about half a day's away from Clichy. It was quaint. Nothing too much happened, except that it was a small "getaway" for Nazis soldiers before going through Clichy and out into the world beyond. Louie pounded his fist on the counter as the door in front slammed shut. Emma was beautiful, young…a virgin. Her parents taught the girl too well to follow the old traditional Jewish ways, thus making her pretty much untouchable. Louie had to get rid of her parents right? Honestly, he could not care less about his own parents. Mr. Archibald had become too soft and Mrs. Archibald just plain smothered the young man. He just wanted the pretty young thing for himself. No strings attached. Is that too much to ask?

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After Delma woke up, she was handed from her Papa to her Aunt for a change of clothes. It was a refreshing feeling to her from getting out of a dirty, plain dress and into a long sleeved white shirt and a woolen, green and black plaid jumper dress. She hated shoes, and Omar quickly found that out when he put one on he ended up seeing it gone after he put the other one on. After fifteen minutes of that trick, Donny came over and gave her a good lesson as to why she should have shoes…the girl didn't complain after that. Everyone was then circled up around Raine for orders.

"Alright men…" He paused and looked at Delma, who was clutching Omar's leg…"and lil' lady…there's been a couple of trucks that's been headin' in and out of of Clichy lately. All Nat-zi related, of course." This aroused excitement in the mens' eyes.

"Yup, that's right. We're gonna find out exactly where these trucks are going to and get a lil' killin' on the side." This earned some small cheers from the group. Delma went along with the group and all the men chuckled. Donny looked down and ruffled her hair.

"What, you wanna learn a thing or two 'bout bashin'? Just ask Uncle Donny and I can give ya baseball lessons." Delma looked back at him with wide eyes, confused.

"Bashboll?" Donny hung his head and shook in disappointment.

"Hey nanny, when're ya gonna teach the tyke some English?" Omar glared back at the Bear Jew.

"Never if you keep that up." The two began to quarrel again, and Raine began to step forward for intervention. Delma took notice of this and ran to him with open arms.

"Papa! Halten mich-" (Papa, hold m-) The Lieutenant held out a hand, signaling her to stop. Ulmer and Donny stopped for a moment to see what would happen.

"Now listen Delma. If yer gonna be in this squad and call me 'Papa'…yer gonna hafta learn English." Delma moved her head to the side, confused as usual. Her eyes suddenly lit up as she turned to Wicki.

"Onkel Wicki, was-" (Uncle Wicki, what-)

"No Delma." Raine said with a firm voice, causing her to quickly shut her mouth. She then turned hopeful eyes to Hugo who wasn't paying her any attention at all (of course). Then, she tried giving her "Papa" the best, sad eyes she could possibly give. The leader cringed at what he saw, but he wasn't about to give in so quickly.

"No Delma, what do you want? C'mon…" Delma gave a frustrated sigh and held out her hands to him. The man smiled.

"You want me to carry you?" Despite the young girl still really had no idea what he was talking about, she just nodded. Aldo grabbed her waist with his hands and brought the young thing to his chest, fully standing up in the process. He glanced at his men and barked out a couple of orders.

"Hirschberg an' Utivich? You two are in charge of teachin' the main English stuff to Delma. Donowitz, you are to stay away from the two when they are teachin' the girl English." Donny scrunched up his face and started heading toward his leader.

"Aw why not? You afraid I'm gonna say something wrong in front o' her?" Raine gave him a warning look…Donny paid no head.

"Hey Delma…say 'bitch'." Delma turned around to him.

"Bix?"

"No, Bi-"

"CUT IT OUT DONNY!" Omar was up next to him and hit him on the side of the head.

"Oh, sorry Auntie it's not like we say that word all of the time."

"But you're not suppose to say that to a young gi-"

"BITCH!" Everyone came to a hault. Raine didn't know whether to scold Donny or Delma, Omar looked like he might cry, the Bear Jew once again never looked so proud, and the rest were trying to stifle laughter. Delma was smiling and looking at Raine for a compliment. The leader looked at her with sad eyes and shook his head a bit.

"Delma…do not say that word again. Ever." She frowned.

"Was-"

"No Delma…no…" He handed her over to Omar who made sure she was far away from Donny as possible. Hopefully…they can find her sister soon.

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Louie sat down at the table with a cigar in his mouth and a newspaper in his hand. Emma had returned home twenty minutes earlier and was now (frantically) preparing dinner for the guest. She never knew who it was going to be. If Louie stated a number, then she'd make sure she'd cook for that many, but a number was never said. A few knocks were suddenly heard at the door. Emma stopped and looked at Louie with concerned eyes. He stared back with no emothion.

"Seien Sie nicht, beantworten die Tür schüchtern." (Do not be shy, answer the door.) The woman nodded and swiftly made her way to the door. She opened it, and her eyes widened with fear. A man in the SS uniform, black hair and black eyes beamed at her, took her hand and kissed it.

"Ah, Fraulein. Archie ist ist er nicht Haupt?" (Ah, Fraulein. Archie is home, is he not?) She nodded and responded in a quiet, yet audible voice.

"Ja kommen Sie bitte herein…" (Yes, please come in)The captain came in smiling, and gave his hat to her. He and Louie began laughing and talking loudly. Emma stood still at the door; everything began slowing down. Alois Brunner had just entered the house…and Emma Ostheim felt like she entered hell.

A/N: YES!! I'm finally officially introducing Emma! Hope everything was ok and not too ooc or confusing or whatnot, if it was just critique me and I'll brush it up! If you don't know who Alois Brunner is then here's an fyi moment! Alois Brunner was the "best man" of Adolf Eichmann, Minister of Food in the Nazis party, AND sent 140,000 plus Jews to the gas chambers. He usually camped outside of Paris, so I thought this was a good character to have in the story. (apparently he was still alive in 2003-damn bastard-BUT...this story can make that lil fact disappear ^-^!) Btw, if you haven't figured it out, Donny and Omar are the "fighting married couple" of the group (lol). Review, please?