Ro sighed as she stalked through the woods. She'd been assigned to come collect Joan after her cover had been blown. She was relatively safe. Their Underground agent had sent out a false file with the wrong picture so that no one other than the Gestapo agents in town would know what she looked like. So she could still be safe, and even go on more missions if this experience hadn't scared her off.

Ro rather hoped it would have. She hated the thought of her sister being in danger but she hadn't been able to dissuade her from her desire to help. Perhaps a taste of that danger would finally convince her.

"Cinderella?" She heard her code name being called out and responded automatically.

"Papa Bear?" A man came out of a thicket and whistled when he saw her.

"Well, they're sending you girls out younger and younger, aren't they?" He asked. "With that little one, and now you. You even full grown?"

"I am an adult, if that's what you're asking." She said.

"Alright darling, come on." She followed the man to a tree stump, confused, until it opened up. Her eyes went wide. She'd heard the men at this POW camp were both incredibly brilliant and incredibly reckless, but she hadn't realized just how much of both they were until now.

"Risky," she said.

"Unimaginable," the man said. She supposed he had a point. Who checks tree stumps in the middle of the woods to see if they're real?

They climbed down and walked through a tunnel. They were silent until they entered a large room. Ro saw Joan sitting on a bunk talking with some men and she smiled relieved and rushed over.

"Don't you do that to me again!" She demanded. "We've already lost mom and dad. I can't lose you too."

"Sorry Ro." Joan muttered and Ro pulled her in for a hug. She'd caught sight of the bruise on Joan's cheek and had to hug her or she'd kill someone.

"So, Ro, huh?" A black man spoke. Ro was surprised, as she didn't think they kept black prisoners with white ones. She spoke hastily to make it clear she had no grudge against him for his skin.

"Yes. Short for Roberta." She was about to continue with her last name, but she caught sight of Joan's wide eyes. She knew her sister well enough to know she was telling her to keep quiet. Did she think they couldn't trust these men for some reason?

"Nice to meet ya," The man who'd brought her in said. "Names Peter Newkirk." The black man spoke next.

"I'm James Kinchloe, but you can call me Kinch." The last man in the group then spoke.

"Andrew Carter, miss."

"Nice to meet you all. Thank you for saving my sister."

"Ah it's what we do," Carter said. "Besides, we didn't do too much. If anyone you should thank Tiger and Colonel Hogan."

"Who?" Ro asked, convinced she'd heard wrong.

"Tiger is a French spy," Kinch said. "And the Colonel is Robert Hogan, our commanding officer." Ro's eyes went wide and she realized what Joan had been trying to tell her before. It couldn't be. What were the odds?

She braced herself for anything and spoke.

"Well, I'd love to do just that. Is he around?"

"He's up in the camp. We can't have too many people down here or the guards will get suspicious." Carter said. "I'll go get him."

Ro, Joan and the other two men made polite conversation as Carter went upstairs as it were.

"You say you've lost your parents?" Newkirk asked at one point. Ro tried not to cringe.

"Yes. Mom died a few years back, and Dad's not dead, but he's Air Force. Never around, could die anytime, you know."

"I'm sorry." They kept quiet for a moment, contemplating things. That was when someone came down the ladder. Ro kept quiet, trying not to be in shock as her conclusion was proven true.

As he turned around and made eye contact with her, she saw the shock he kept contained to his eyes. She figured she had much the same look on her face. Because she recognized him for certain now.

Dad?