Here is the dramatic chapter eleven! Hope that you guys enjoy it and I'm really sorry about the wait! Last week was insane with all of the exams and meetings. . .pulled two all nighters. . .never again. It's my longest chapter yet and I'm so proud! Reviews are awesome =)

Disclaimer: I don't own SPR but I wish I owned Reiben.

Thanks to all of my readers! ~xoxx, Carolyn

Brooklyn watched as the sun set in the west, casting a scarlet and orange glow across the town. Her heart began to race as she took the basket of food from Mercedes, hands shaking and unsure.

"Are you ready my dear?"

She sighed, "Yes and no. . .I hope this ends well, if anything goes wrong..."

Mercedes only smiled and patted her shoulder, "All will go as planned."

Brooklyn nodded and walked out the door, the sky growing darker as dusk settled over the hills. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the warm air cleansing her lungs, "Ready?"

Jeneatte smiled brightly and looked towards Anya, "Oui, bien sur. More than ready."

Anya was already shaking with fear, her eyes darting between Brooklyn and Jeanette, "Let's just get it over with."

The three young women neared the barn where two guards were standing watch, "Both of you stay calm, I'll take care of them."

They and watched as she walked away, her ivory muslin dress standing out like the full moon in the velvety black and violet of night. She approached the two guards with her most charming smile and held up the small basket, "I'm here with their food."

The first guard opened the door and let her through, watching her walk away in the tiny dress with hungry eyes.

She could feel the excitement of the men as she passed them, making her way towards the ladder. She climbed up and let the basket down, handing the individual loaves ou\s everyone who's capable ready to go?"

The men eagerly nodded, "You bet!"

"It's about time we got out of here."

"Jerry ain't gonna know what him 'im."

She smiled and embraced Jamie as he sidled over, "Hey baby brother."

"Hey Brooky."

"How are you feeling?"

Jamie took a deep breath, "Excited, nervous, scared. . ."

She slipped her hand into his and sighed, "I know what you mean."

"You know how famous we're gonna be? We'll probably get a medal of honor or something . . . Ma won't believe it, and then we'll never have another chore to do in our life!"

"I wouldn't bet on that part kid, but yea she'll be proud."

"So what's the plan again?" Dawson questioned as he broke off pieces of his bread and chewed.

"Jamie, you, and me are going to go to the storage depot, then the rail yard and plant explosives on support beams and fuel barrels. After that we're going to help my other two friends get guns and ammo for the rest of the soldiers. As soon as everyone is armed and loaded, Dawson will set off the explosives and then bam! You have chaos and the Krauts won't know what to do."

Private Carlton caught her eye, "So you really think this will work?"

"Positive."

After fifteen minutes she, Jamie, and Dawson crawled down the ladder and silently walked towards the front door, smiling as the rest of the soldiers quietly cheered for them. Brooklyn stopped and turned to the two, "Jamie, use this. . . .We have to take out the guards up front and it needs to be done at the same time."

Jamie took the knife and looked at her, "Ok. . ."

Brooklyn walked out with Jamie and as soon as the guards spotted someone with her, they began to shout. Within seconds Brooklyn had one of the guards up against the door, a hand over his mouth, her green eyes bore into his as she slit his throat. Blood stained her fingers once again and she watched as he slumped to the ground along with the other guard. Jamie and Dawson pulled the two inside of the barn, settling them to the cold ground. Brooklyn looked at Private Hocking and Corporal Bennett, "Put on their uniforms and stand guard outside the doors. Make it look good so the other soldiers believe it, ok?"

"Yes ma'am, good luck Greene, Dawson."

Brooklyn, Jamie, and Dawson met Anya and Jeneatte at the edge of the road that ended at the storage depot and rail yard. "Alright, Jamie and I are taking care of the rest of the guards . . . avoid the spotlights from the watchtowers. As soon as we've taken care of them we'll let you know. Stay put and wait for us."

Dawson nodded and motioned the other two women over and they disappeared into the forest.

Brooklyn and Jamie were quiet as they moved towards the railroad podiums, their eyes alert as they stalked through the equipment, ducking in and out of empty cars. The siblings spotted one of the guards and moved behind two separate crates. Brooklyn looked at Jamie and then pointed at the guard, then back at herself, "He's mine," she mouthed.

Jamie nodded and gave her a thumbs up sign; he had never seen his sister kill someone by herself and he was curious to see how she did it. He had always known her as the girl who worried about her makeup and dresses, not the girl who roamed the European countryside at night and killed Nazis.

Brooklyn silently came up behind the guard, her heart racing, her breathing shallow. She took one more step and there was a large creak, sending the guard spinning around, eyes wide, and gun up. She shoved him hard against the side of an empty rail car and plunged the knife deep into his stomach. The man quit struggling immediately and she let him fall to the ground, wiping the knife on her white dress.

Jamie watched his sister with his jaw on the ground; she was the perfect killing machine; silent, angry, and quick. "Jamie, c'mon!" she whispered harshly.

He shook his head and looked at her, "Coming."

He followed her and slid behind another car, "That was good Brooky."

Her head snapped around and she shook her head, "That better not be what you remember me by. . .I don't wanna be the one you point at and go, 'Hey that's my sister and guess what she did? She killed Nazis.' No Jamie absolutely not."

He rolled his eyes, "I just meant that it was a great move."

She peeked around the car, "Kraut. . .want him?"

Jamie nodded, "Yea, I'll take him." He closed his eyes and breathed in, "Be back."

Jamie slowly slid out from behind the car and moved towards the guard, his eyes dark, "Hey Fritz."

The German turned around and looked at him, charging at Jamie with his pistol. Within moments Jamie had the knife out of his boot and it was flying through the air, striking the soldier in the chest. The man fell to the ground, eyes wide and unseeing.

Brooklyn nodded at him, "Great aim baby brother."

Jamie flashed her a big smile, "Thanks."

The rail yard was clear and now they had to clear the warehouse. "Two down, two to go."

Jamie coughed, "When we get them I'll go get Dawson and the other two."

Brooklyn closed her eyes and leaned against the cold metal door, "They're in there together, should be easy."

A searchlight scoped the yard and she gripped her brother's arm, "Get down!"

She pulled him to the ground and they pressed flat against the ground. "Don't move. . ." she barely whispered.

The spotlight lingered on them for a few moments before moving on. Jamie stood and pulled her up, "Let's get this done."

Captain Miller and the squad walked down the small road, their guns at their sides as their eyes scanned the countryside. "So Captain, what do you think we're gonna find in this little town of Vire?" Reiben asked, smacking on his gum.

Miller looked over at Horvath, "Don't know, I heard it was just another little town with a quaint little rail station."

The Sergeant laughed, "Well don't get me wrong but I'm hopin' we don't find anything. I'm tired. I need a break. . . and some food," he patted his stomach and groaned.

Miller nodded, "We'll stay in Vire for the night and rest up."

Jackson looked out at the horizon where the full moon was beginning to rise, "Captain . . . we are going to try and find Brooklyn right? I mean yea Private Ryan is important but she is a part of our squad."

Jackson couldn't stop thinking about her, she constantly invaded his mind and he felt like the guilt would kill him. Miller knew that even when she wasn't a topic of conversation, she was on everyone's minds.

"The squad will always lose some Jackson, it's the sacrifice we make . . . our orders are solid and we're sticking to them. When this war is done and over with or we find Ryan, then I promise we'll go find her." He glanced towards Reiben who only looked straight ahead, eyes fixed on the trees, cold as ice.

Miller sighed; he wanted to drop their orders and go find her but he knew they couldn't.

Wade kept walking, eyes sad, puffing away on a cigarette. "Hey Wade can I ask you something?"

The medic looked up at the tiny corporal, "Yea?"

"Why don't you tell her?" Upham asked.

Wade was completely caught by surprise, "What? Tell who what?"

The corporal gave a small smile, "Brook . . . I've noticed the way you look at her, you love her . . . so tell her when she shows up again."

Wade stared, his cheeks turning a soft rosy red, "Is it that obvious?"

"Not to the rest of the squad but to me yes . . . I was just curious."

This was the most Wade had ever heard the corporal say and it wasn't exactly a topic he wanted to talk with him about. "She's happy with Reiben; she's got enough to worry about with him and Jackson constantly going at it over her."

Upham nodded, "I understand."

Wade took a deep breath and continued on, catching Reiben's eye. Reiben looked back ahead; he had been totally unaware of the medic's feelings until now and he shook his head, "Shoulda known."

Mellish and Hannah brought up the back of the squad, their constant conversation always about getting to Germany and her family and friends.

"Captain Miller?"

"Hannah?"

"You going to Germany or getting back to Mrs. Miller after we find Ryan?"

"He's goin' back to his woman, that's a no brainer," Reiben cut.

Jackson scrunched his nose, "Shut up Reiben."

The two men glared at each other for as long as they could until Wade spoke up, "Get along please kids."

Miller chuckled, "I don't know Hannah . . . I'd really love to see my wife but there's still a lot to be done so I can't tell you right now."

Mellish pulled her close for a second, "Well no matter what, you know I'll be with you."

She smiled softly and kissed his cheek, the squad growing silent as they marched on towards Vire.

Jamie arrived with the others at the warehouse to find his sister had efficiently finished the job, her dress stained with red, her eyes a deep, emerald green.

"Alright, now Anya, Jeneatte, and Dawson will start taking the arms back. Remember to take the path I told you about. Ok?"

They nodded and Jeneatte came up next to her, "So you and Jamie will stay behind and get everything else set up?"

"Yea, if anything goes wrong with us or happens, don't worry about it and you guys keep going and get back to the men."

"Alright . . . it's a good plan; I think we'll be good.

Brooklyn moved over to one of the crates, "Jamie, crowbar."

He passed her one and she worked the box open. The crate was full of brand new MP40's and plenty of ammo. "Anya and Jeneatte, take as many back as you can carry or hold. Dawson, get a smaller box and fill it with as much ammo as you are able to carry and lea them through the fields."

"Yes ma'am."

Anya and Jeneatte began to unpack the crates and sling the sub-machine guns over their shoulders. Jamie found the crates full of explosives, "Alright Brook, let's do this."

"We for sure want to get the support beams in here, and we want to get the outside too . . . we can put some explosives on the gasoline barrels throughout the rail station.

"Sounds like plan, let's go."

They began to set the explosives outside; Jamie looked up, "Hey Brook?"

"Yea?"

"You think Shi is still alive?"

Brooklyn stopped for a second and blinked tears away, "I don't know Jamie . . . I sure hope so . . . mama would die if he was gone like daddy . . ."

"I hope he's ok . . . God knows what Tojo is up to."

"Yea . . . keep your hopes up . . . we'll find out soon."

They finished setting the explosives and then hurried to the warehouse where the other three were opening a crate of KAR 98s. "We're done, we'll help now."

"Everything is set?"

"Everything that's meant to be in place is."

"C'mon we have to keep going."

The five moved through the black forest and around the town, reaching the barn 20 minutes later. Brooklyn could feel the excitement when she passed through the doors, the air seemed to be on fire. The men were loading their guns and chatting, excited to rid themselves of the barn and this terrible place. "Alright guys it's 11: 55 . . . Dawson will blow the place at midnight. The explosion is going to be huge and after that all hell will break loose."

"Good god I am so ready to kick those assholes out of here."

"Yea, I'm getting out of here as fast as possible, and I'll even get to kill a few Krauts along the way."

"We're almost out of here boys."

Five Minutes later:

Dawson could hear the frantic sound of German voices getting louder as they tried to figure out what happened to the soldiers guarding the yard. He grinned; tonight was going to be amazing and he would finally get to avenge all of the friends he had lost. In three seconds he walked out from his cover and waved, "Hey Jerry!"

The shouts of the Germans were ear splitting as they pointed their guns at the lone soldier. Dawson pushed the button and the sound of exploding metal, ammo, and gasoline split the air as a giant inferno enveloped the warehouse and station, "That's how Americans do it!" The sky was on fire and Vire was being taken back.

Charlie Company dropped to the ground as the fire erupted into flames further up the way. "Holy shit! Did you see that?" Reiben shouted.

Wade groaned, "Where there's fire, there's injured people. . ."

Miller turned and looked at the men, "Come on!"

The men flooded out of the barn like a herd of wild horses, their eyes wild with excitement. The Nazis were completely caught off guard as they frantically ran around looking for their guns. "Jamie! Come on!"

Brooklyn and Jamie sprinted furiously, arms pumping at their sides as they dodged bullet after bullet. The kick of MP40's sounded through the night as German's shouted and shot at the ragged prisoners.

"Colonel Keppke is in that flower shop on the corner!" Jamie rushed after his sister, ready to face the man who had hurt his sister.

The squad found cover, "Some quiet town!" shouted Jackson.

"You got that right!"

"Are those Americans?"

Reiben shot a German and watched as three more fell, courtesy of Jackson.

Miller shouted, "Work your ways up the street!"

Horvath turned and looked at them, "Watch for Krauts in the windows!"

Wade watched an American man fall, "I'll stay behind and help them, go!"

Miller stared around him and realized that they had just walked into a prisoner rebellion. American soldiers in tattered and ragged uniforms were running around with German weapons, several of them looking as if they hadn't eaten in weeks. A couple of women hid behind a broken wall, firing KAR 98s their faces full of defiance.

"Hey Captain! Field head quarters ahead!" Reiben called.

The building was on the corner of the street, two Nazi flags adorned the sides of the door. "Goldstein, Mellish! Take the side street and clear out these buildings! Jackson give me some cover fire! Reiben, Upham and Horvath you're with me!"

Jamie and Brooklyn climbed the stairs that led to Colonel Keppke's office. The desk officer was huddled in the corner out of fear, his eyes wide as Jamie turned to him, "Colonel Keppke?" The man pointed a quick finger at the big doors.

Brooklyn pushed in, followed by her brother; the two of them seemed unreal in the orange glow of firelight. The colonel turned and faced them, a smirk on his face, "So I had your brother after all Fraulein Greene, hm? You're a clever one I must say."

Brooklyn and Jamie glared as they began to circle him, "You tried to rape my sister you Kraut bastard!"

"What does it matter? She is a pretty thing."

"Wrong answer!" Jamie growled, rushing forward.

"No wait Jamie! He's got a-!"

Before she could finish her sentence, the colonel did something unexpected and turned towards her, an evil smile on his face. He flew at her and in a second they crashed through the large window, glass exploding, "NO BROOKLYN!"

The two hit the ground and Brooklyn went black.

"Whoa! Damn!" Reiben, the Captain, Horvath, and Upham watched in horror as two people came crashing through the window of the large building.

A younger man about 18 or 19, came flying out of the door in a frenzy, sprinting towards the two people lying on the ground. "Brook! Come on sis you've gotta wake up! Goddamnit Brooklyn Emma Greene!"

Miller and the other four were stunned, Reiben didn't hesitate as he sprinted towards the young man. He fell next to the kid and gritted his teeth. She lay there, her long, dark gold hair splayed across the ground like sun rays, her golden skin covered in blood, sweat, and dirt, the dress she had been wearing in tatters. He gently picked the dog tags up with his fingers to find his right next to the silver key. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Oh god no, not my girl. . ."

There was glass everywhere and he couldn't help but ball his fists up at the site of the dark purple bruises on her face. "Who are you?" the younger man yelled at him.

"Richard Reiben! Who the hell are you?"

"Jamie Greene!"

The whole squad gathered around and stood silent amidst the chaos at the site of their lost companion and her supposedly dead brother.