A/N: Hey! I'm am soooo sorry it has been so long since I updated. I just had to get back to writing when I got a review from Leena. Leena when I read your review, I sat down right and starting writing again. Well, right after I finished my episode of Game of Thrones…. Also, My cousin has been nagging the hell out me. So, you can thank her as well. Love you, Jessie! xD

Lena

Chapter 13: Insane, stupid, or both?

"Scheiße," I swore. The Führer! The more I thought about it the harder it became to breathe. I lost my balance and stumbled backwards into a hard chest. I looked up and saw Wilhelm looking down at me. He wrapped his arms around my mid-torso and I felt myself relax as I leaned into his touch.

"Fuck a duck!" Donny said slamming his hands down on the operation table. I jumped at the sudden noise and I felt Wil's arms tighten around me.

"Yeah, but ze plan is botched," Bridget groaned exasperated.

"I wouldn't say that. You still get us in that premiere?" Aldo asked picking up the invitations and overlooking them again.

"Have I been shot? Yes," Bridget said curtly gesturing to her injured leg. "I don't see me tripping the light fantastique up a red carpet anytime soon. Least of all, by tomorrow night."

Aldo paced around the front of the operation table and then stopped and leaned against the small table. He tapped the invitation against his chin as he looked to the side at nothing particular.

"What are you thinking?" Bridget asked, sitting up a little straighter on the table.

"You're getting' us into the premiere," Aldo said again, pointing the invitations at her.

"I'm probably going to end up losing this leg. Bye-bye, acting career. Fun while it lasted. How do you expect me to walk the red carpet?" Bridget yelled heatedly at Aldo.

"Doggy Doc's is going dig that slug out your gam," Aldo said pointing at the vet. "He's going to wrap it in a cast, and you got a good how-I-broke-my-leg-mountain-climbing story. That's German, ain't it? You all like climbing mountains, don't you? Even Lena is little miss nature girl." I perked up at the sound of my name. I hadn't been listening to much, I was too distracted with playing with loose strings on Wilhelm's jacket.

"I don't. I like smoking, drinking and ordering in restaurants. But I see your point." What the hell were they talking about? What did I miss? Damn, Wil's arm!

"We fill you up with morphine till it's coming out your ears and just limp your little ass up that rouge carpet."

"What is going on?" I whispered to Wil. He gave a snort and filled me on the plan. My jaw dropped and I tore myself from his arms. "Are you all stupid?" I asked bewildered, surprising them all at my sudden outburst.

"Huh?" Donny asked, confused.

"The premiere, you dumbkoph! You are still planning on going?!"

"Yeah," Aldo said simply.

"Are you insane, stupid, or both?! It is suicide!"

"They are not going as officers, Lena. They are going as a film crew," Bridget said.

I fell back onto Wil. I gave snort that turned into a laugh that just got louder and louder. They all gave me worried looks like I was insane. Maybe I was, but they were insane AND stupid. "Both! You are all insane and stupid!"

"Lena, you care to enlighten us on why you think you are smarter then all of us?" Aldo asked coldly, making it obvious, he was not happy with me.

"Don't let the prospect of the Führer attending the showing cloud your judgment, Aldo," I said sharply. "If he is there, you can bet that Landa will be there. He can rival the detective skills of Sherlock Holmes and has the personality of James Moriarty." All I received was blank stares.

"Mein Gott! Don't any of you read? Ugh, nevermind. He is very clever and very dangerous, as you know. You don't think he will investigate the bar with all those Dead Nazis? He is most likely there right now! He will smell all your bullshit stories from a mile away. And don't even get me started Baum man!"

"Tree man?" Hicox wondered aloud.

"Hugo," I said answering his inquiry. "A room full of high ranking Nazis and you are going send Hugo?! Who has his face has been plastered on every German newspaper and is as well-known as Fredrick Zoller! It is a miracle he was not recognized in the bar. I think the only reason that Dieter didn't recognize him was that he was too busy trying to figure out Hicox and then I distracted him." I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me, again, and tighten. I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary jealously, but I would be lying if I said I didn't like it.

"We are still going to that premiere," Aldo said firmly, making no room for arguments.

"Hugo can't go. It will kill you all."

"None of you can speak German as well as him," Bridget said looking at us, minus Wicki and Hicox.

"I can," I stated.

"You are not planning on going are you?" It was sounded like a question, but it also sounded like he was ordering me to say no and stand down. However, that wasn't going to happen.

"Now, that is where you're wrong. Because that is exactly what I am planning to do."

A/N: I know it is not much, but I really wanted to get something out to you guys :D So, what did you think? Bad, good? Let me know! I love hearing from ya! Till next time –Macbeth

P.S. Sherlock Holmes was released in 1921 and it was translated into different languages, including French. Which is how Lena read it. Also could resist slipping it in, especially that the pipe Landa uses in the movie is the same one Sherlock uses :D