I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked barefoot to the side of the orchard. My arms had begun to get goose bumps when I boldly ripped off my sleeves and let my hair brush against them. I listened to what Aldo needed me to do a bit skeptically at first until Donny and Stiglitz began to place bets on how badly I would fail. That just made me even more determined. I was right near the orchard when I saw half of the dozen Germans near a small shed by the crops. I folded the bottoms of my pants and put a large fake smile on my face.

"Bonjour les hommes!" (Hello men!)

When I was sure I had gotten the attention of all six soldiers, I walked towards them and moved my hair to strategically cover my bruise. I put on my best "helpless woman" look and put my arms on my waist.

"Est-ce que quelque-uns de vous pouvez m'aider?" (Could one of you help me?)

I saw one of the soldiers smile creepily and share a joke with another soldier. He had a crooked nose and thick eyebrows.

"Qu'est-ce quon peut faire pour toi mademoiselle?" (What can we help with, young lady?)

"Mon pere et moi avons des problemes avec notre vehicle alors il m'a demande d'aller chercher de l'aide." (My father and I are having problems with our vehicle so he asked me to come and get help.)

The creepy soldier went back into serious mode and stared at me for a while.

"Pourquoi ton pere n'a pas venu lui meme? Surement il sait que c'est pas securitaire de laisser sa fille sans protection." (Why didn't your father come himself? Surely, he knows that it isn't safe to leave his daughter without protection.)

"Je suppose que c'etait la bonne chance que j'ai rencontrer des soldats forts de la SS, non?" (Then I suppose that I was lucky to meet strong soldiers from the SS, no?)

The soldier chuckled awkwardly and crossed his arms.

"Bien sure." (Of course.)

After conversing with them for a while and throwing in a "You're so handsome" or two, I left the orchard accompanied by six soldiers while the rest of them stayed behind. When we were out of site, I let out a long whistle. As I kept my eyes on the forest beside the road, I was answered by an identical whistle.

"Les oiseaux doivent vous aimez." (The birds must love you.)

"Oui, les oiseaux. C'est bien sa." (Yes, the birds. That's exactly it.) I smiled towards him and kept walking down the road. We had walked at least ten minutes and nobody had talked as I led the way.

"Est-ce qu'on est proche de votre vehicule?" (Are we any closer to your vehicle?)

At that exact moment, I heard two loud whistles and I rubbed my hands together.

"Oui, sergent. Tres tres proche." (Yes sergeant. Very very close.)

I began to lead the men into the middle of the street and whistled in low key. Make sure they're all facing you, I thought.

"Il est surement pas stationer dans la foret votre auto." (Surely your automobile isn't parked in the forest.)

I smiled and giggled.

"Bien sure que non! Il est stationer just au bas de la rue. Je voulais seulement vous remercier c'est tout!" (Of course not! It's parked just down the road. I only wanted to thank you, that's all.) I began adjusting each soldier's collars and kissing their cheeks. I lingered with the sergeants. I had to muster up all of the resilience I had to hide my absolute repulsion. He looked at me with anxious eyes and leaned in. Just as his lips were going to touch mine, I looked behind him and backed away giggling. Seeing my hesitation, the sergeant stared at me in confusion. It wasn't until he heard the sound of a gun cock that he realized why.

"Good job Isana." Aldo nodded towards me as I walked over to him and the rest of the basterds. The Germans had lowered their guns and three basterds made them drop to their knees with their arms behind their heads.

"Thank you, lieutenant. Did you get rid of the rest of them?"

"I'm appalled you even asked. Stiglitz, Donny and Wicki got 'em taken care of in a jiffy, even bringin' us a little present."

The lieutenant whistled three long notes and the basterds filled the soldiers with bullets. Blood was pouring from each body heavily. Just as I was going to talk to Smithson, he ran past me and began scalping one of the dead. I watched him eagerly pull a man's hair and make an incision above the forehead while I stood beside Aldo and he inhaled his substance. The only soldier who wasn't scalping was Omar simply because he didn't get to a corpse fast enough. I nudged him with my elbow.

"How many scalps do you need to collect?"

"A hundred."

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. Those boys were definitely going to be busy.

"How many are you at?"

"Fifty-seven, give me a month or so and I should have them all."

I started wondering if I would need to start collecting scalps and as if I was thinking out loud, Aldo shook his head.

"No scalps for you Miss Fayait, I got somethin' different in mind for ya."

I decided not to ask but curiosity pulled at my insides. Just as I was thinking of what it could be, I heard an engine. I began to panic and looked around hysterically. Aldo merely stood there with his arms crossed. As the truck drew closer, I took a break from my panic attack and really observed the people in it. I slowly smiled as I noticed Donny behind the wheel with Wicki beside him and Stiglitz in the back. The faded green truck stopped by our side of the road and the men came out.

"Well, that went well."

The men cheered when Donny held his bat up high to show that it had been covered with new blood. Stiglitz looked from the scalped soldiers to me and lite up a cigarette just as Wicki walked towards me with my jacket in his hands. He held it as I put my arms through and bent down to my ear.

"Bien fait, Isa" (Well done, Isa.)

The way his breathe hit my ear made my insides grow warm and I was lost in it. He may have smelt like blood but I didn't care, his scent was home. I patted his shoulder and kissed both of his cheeks.

"Merci Wilhelm mais je crois que c'est toi qui a tres bien fait." (Thank you Wilhelm but I think it's you who did very well.)

He ran his hand through his hair to hide his blush and smiled as he began to walk away. Something about Wilhelm made him seem somehow familiar and I enjoyed every time we spoke. Aldo made Donnie move aside and took the wheel.

"Let's move out men. "