Author's Notes: Hey there, so… Give my shit a shot, I know you wanna. Who can say no to a nice Nazi killin' story? Well, I can't.

Disclaimer: I'd be really honored to own em all, but sadly don't, I'm just borrowin' em for a bit of playin' and will gladly return em without too much damage.

20-03-1945, 01-02am

"So, Nazi broad, ya wan' a deal?" the Lieutenant asks.

"Stop calling me a Nazi broad, you imbecile." she huffs. Americans weren't really known for their manners, but she expected at least some sort of respect. Then again, those men were happy with the name the Germans gave them – the Basterds – who is she to expect anything from them?

"Fine, girly, how 'm I s'pposed t' call ya, then, huh?" he laughed. That Nazi chick is a decent catch, he is sure of that. She has fire, doesn't bow – he likes that.

"Well, my name is Mariza."

"Yeah, fine Mary, girl, so what's ya plan, huh?" he demands. The woman rolls her eyes to the name, but doesn't comment. At least it's not Nazi broad any more. She eyes the men - who are all sitting around the campfire now, Mariza, Raine, Stiglitz, Hicox and Wicki amongst them - again. Now that she focuses on it, they look rather worn out and a bit too pale - for their skin tone, anyways - to be healthy. Their clothes are torn and disgustingly dirty, their faces and hair not much better.

"Your men look horrible. I have a big house with bathrooms, beds, food…" she pauses and notes the longing looks on the men's faces before she continues, "It's your choice entirely, really."

"Ya forgot 'em loads o' Nazis lurkin' back there, doll. What d'ya think we'r? Stupid?" Lt. Raine laughs.

"There are no Nazis lurking anywhere near my house. If my word doesn't count, ask those two." Mariza retorts pointing in the general direction of Wicki and Hicox with her hand. The Lieutenant looks at them and after considering it they both nod their consent wordlessly.

"'N who says there aren' any damn Nazi fuckers in tha' 'ouse of yours, huh?"

"The only people inside that house except for me are a total of three servants." she answers thinking it best not to lie to the man.

"'N I bet those servants 'r some da-a-mn dashin' blonde Germans, huh, Mary dear?" he folds his arms, "The ones who'll run 'n get ya little Nazi brother at firs' sight o' us, right?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, one of them really is blonde, but not naturally so. He's a Jew, from Austria I believe. The other two are gypsies, so." the woman replies nonchalantly.

"O' course, darlin', If ya say so." the leader laughs obviously not believing her, "'N let's think for a moment, I said yes. Why'd ya do tha?"

"Cause quite frankly, I find your mission quite more agreeable to than the one this mass murderer and his vermin are on." she huffs crossing her arms in front of her chest. A moment goes by and Hugo Stiglitz suddenly laughs shaking his head, then wraps his arm around the woman sitting next to him.

"It really is you, then. I thought he locked you up - or carted you off, for that matter."

"I'm a little more persistent than that, you of all people should know, shouldn't you?" she smiles slightly.

The men are all too shockingly surprised to say anything, really.

A/N: I'm sorry that this one took so long... And is so fucking short.