As they drove, Josie let her mind wonder back to Paris, to Marcel and Shosanna. She didn't like to think of how she left her brother, so she tried to block out thoughts of him altogether. It was easier than she thought it would be, what with Nazi killing and all.

So as she thought of him for the first time in months, Josie silently cried and hoped Aldo and the other guys didn't notice.

After a couple of hours, Josie began to recognize the dirt path they traveled on, "Aldo? Are we going to Nadine?"

Aldo smiled, "Not yet, Laroche. We'll be in the town in a week or so. It's all part of what the boss told me."

Stiglitz spoke up, "Were are we going, sir?"

"We're gonna be setting up camp around here, looking for German patrols between this town and the next one, which is occupied."

Stiglitz nodded. Another couple of minutes on the road and then Aldo turned the car into the forest. They usually did this, so the cars could be hidden, but it always frightened Josie a little.

Once everyone had stopped and had a chance to get out, Aldo sat on a log and called them all over. Josie looked at Donny, prepared to shoot daggers, but he was focused on Aldo.

"So I told the boss 'bout our run-in in the last town, and he doesn't have a clue what it's about. I told him Stiglitz recognized one of them as Colonel Landa, and that ain't a good thing." Aldo spoke in his usual loud, authoritative voice. "But there's not much we can do 'bout any of that. There's bigger news. Some big German movie is gonna be playing in Paris about two weeks from now. Lots of the Third Reich's leaders are gonna be there, 'cluding Joe Goebbels. We're gonna blow it up."

There was collective cheering from all of the Basterds, minus Josie. All she was thinking about was Paris, and Marcel.

The next day, Aldo sent a couple of men out to scout their surroundings. Josie sat by the fire and chewed on her stale bread with Aldo across from her.

"You okay, Laroche?" He asked with unusual compassion.

"I'm fine," She nodded, almost too quickly.

Aldo shook his head, "This isn't the time for romance anyway, Laroche. We're at war."

Josie nodded again, then went back to her bread and staring at the flames. No time for romance. Time for war. She repeated this to herself until Sackowitz and Wicki returned from their look around.

"Lieutenant, in an old ravine, about a mile from here, there are around fifteen or sixteen Nazis. Light weaponry, and they look pretty tired," Sackowitz informed Aldo, who smiled.

Aldo stood, "Alright boys and girls, let's get moving and take these krauts out."

Josie pocketed her beloved pistols and shouldered an automatic gun before following Sackowitz and Wicki.

Taking the troop out had been like child's play, not that the Basterds didn't appreciate the action. For the past couple of weeks, it seemed like they had been running from the Nazis instead of the other way around, so getting back to old ways felt very good.

After all were dead, save for three survivors, Aldo called out, "Don't forget my scalps!"

Josie put her large gun against a tree and pulled out her switchblade. It wasn't ideal for scalping, but she refused any other knife. She quickly separated a man's skin and hair from his skull, and then began to work on another. When she had finished, she joined Utivich on top of the bridge-like structure that surrounded the ravine.

"Having fun?" He inquired with a grin.

Josie laughed, "Almost too much fun."

Hirschberg was guarding the survivors, which was collectively thought to be a bad idea.

Aldo called, "Hey, Hirschberg! Send that kraut sarge over here." He was sitting Indian-style in front of a dark tunnel.

Hirschberg pushed him, "You! Go!"

The German Sergeant was slow to approach Aldo, and he seemed to take a few extra seconds to scan each and every face of the Basterds along the way. Once he reached Aldo, he saluted and introduced himself as Sergeant Werner Rachtman.

"Lieutenant Aldo Raine. Pleased to meet you." Aldo said with a small salute. He then instructed the man to sit down in front of him. "How's your English, Werner? Because if need be, we got a couple fellows who can translate. Wicki here, an Austrian Jew, got the fuck out of Munich while the getting was good. Became American, got drafted, come back to give y'all what for. Another one up there you might be familiar with. Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz. Heard of him?"

Sergeant Rachtman looked simply disgusted. "Everyone in the German army has heard of… Hugo Stiglitz." He over enunciated Hugo's name, which caused all of the Basterds to laugh. Josie giggled along with them, dropping her gun and catching the attention of everyone.

Rachtman smirked before saying in German, "Oh, da ist die Hure nennen sie die Krähe." There's the whore they call the Raven.

Wicki lifted his gun as Josie retrieved hers. "Watch your mouth," He warned before explaining to the others what Rachtman had said. Josie decided that she felt no sympathy for whatever happened to this man, and she knew what was coming.

Aldo changed the subject, "Can I assume you know who we are?"

"You're Aldo the Apache." Rachtman nodded. The boys laughed again, Josie did not.

Aldo flashed a smile, "Werner, if you heard of us, you probably heard we ain't in the prisoner-taking business. We're in the killin' Nazi business, and cousin, business is a-boomin'. Now, that leaves two ways we can play this out. Either kill you or let you go. Whether or not you're going to leave this ditch alive depends entirely on you. Up the road apiece, there's an orchard. Besides you, we know there's another kraut patrol fucking around here somewhere. If that patrol were to have any crack shots, that orchard would be a goddamn sniper's delight. So if you ever want to eat a sauerkraut sandwich again, you got to show me on this here map where they are. You got to tell me how many they are, and you got to tell me what kind of artillery they're carrying with them."

Rachtman scoffed, "You can't possibly expect me to divulge information that would put German lives in danger."

Aldo insisted that Rachtman give up the Intel. Rachtman touched her hand to his heart, "I respectfully refuse, sir."

As if from nowhere, a hollow clanking noise sounded across the ravine. A chill ran down Josie's spine. She didn't want to watch this. Mainly because she didn't care to see Donny muscles at work, and also at one of his most emotionally vulnerable times. Josie had long ago grown used to the sound of wood meeting bone.

Aldo smirked, "Hear that?" Rachtman said yes. Aldo went on. "That's Sergeant Donny Donowitz. You might know him better by his nickname: The Bear Jew. Now, if you heard of Aldo the Apache, you got to have heard about the Bear Jew."

Rachtman nodded, "I heard of the Bear Jew."

Aldo was curious, "What did you hear?"

"He beats German soldiers with a club." Rachtman explained.

Aldo dropped his friendly façade, "He bashes their brains in with a baseball bat, what he does. Now, Werner, I'm going to ask you one last goddamn time, and if you still respectfully refuse, I'm calling the Bear Jew over. And he's going to take that big bat of his, and he's going to beat your ass to death with it. Now, take your wiener-schnitzel-licking finger, and point out on this map what I want to know."

Rachtman was silent for a second. Then he said with as much contempt as possible, "Fuck you! And your Jew dogs!"

The boys laughed and cheered. Josie even let herself become amused again. Aldo stood, "Actually, Werner, we're all tickled to hear you say that. Quite frankly, watching Donny beat Nazis to death is the closest we ever get to going to the movies. Donny!"

From the tunnel, Donny answered, "Yeah?"

"Got us a German who wants to die for country! Obliiige him," Aldo called.

Donny tapped his bat along the walls of the tunnel again, increasing the speed as he got closer to the end. It seemed to take ages. Josie knew he did this to build as much fear in his victims as possible.

When he emerged from the tunnel the guys went crazy. He looked massive compared to the man sitting on the ground, even though they were probably the same height. Donny tapped a medal on Rachtman's breast pocket. "Did you get that for killing Jews?"

Rachtman spoke his last word, "Bravery." Donny was infuriated. He touched Rachtman's head with his bat, almost lovingly, before bringing it back and knocking the fuck out of him.

It was carnage at it's best. The Basterds acted like they were at the circus and this was the main attraction. When Rachtman was good and dead, Donny erupted, "Teddy Fucking Williams knocks it out of the park! Fenway Park is on its feet for Teddy Fucking Ballgame! He went yardo on that one, on to fucking Lansdowne Street!"

Donny stopped jumping around and pointed his bat at one of the other men they had captured, "You!"

He started to run for it, and Hirschberg shot him in the back.

"Damn it, Hirschberg." Aldo yelled. "Donny, bring that other one over here. Alive!"

This Private wanted to live so badly that he didn't have to be asked twice to give up the information Aldo wanted. However that didn't stop Aldo from giving him something more permanent than any medal he would be earning during his military career: a swastika carved deep into the young man's forehead.

When they were done with the soldier, Aldo smiled at his men, and woman. "Excellent work, everyone. Let's take out the krauts in that orchard, then we can have us a peaceful evening.

So this is basically directly from the movie, and a lot of content in the rest of the story will be.

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