Yay Chapter One time! I was so excited people seemed to like my "prologue." I hope everyone likes this chapter just as much!

I'm thinking about updating like, once a week. What does everyone think of that? Yay? Nay?

Since this is the official chapter and thus has the guys in it, I feel the need to say that I do not own Band of Brothers. Also, this story reflects my own interpretations of the characters of the tv show. It in no way reflects the real men, of whom I have the utmost respect.

Chapter One

"Gentlemen up and at 'em! The Colonel wants everybody in the mess in 20!"

The phrase was repeated by multiple men at 0600 Saturday morning and sure enough hundreds of booted footsteps soon sounded as their owners made their way to the base mess hall. Some were trudging along slower than others and some were very obviously hung over from the night before.

Expecting food to be served, the men were disappointed when they found the kitchen staff still working to get the meal ready, the serving trays empty.

"What kinda shit is this?" one of the paratroopers whispered, looking up at one of the men next to him with sleep-filled eyes.

"Fucked if I know," the taller man replied, pulling out two cigarettes and lighting both, handing one to his comrade.

"I just hope they feed us soon," a third man said, joining them. "I'm starved."

"Muck you're always starved," the first man joked, a lopsided grin gracing his features.

"Yeah well being starved and hung over is not a pleasant combination," Muck whispered to finish the conversation as Colonel Sink walked in, followed by all the commanding officers.

"Attention!" a voice shouted and all the men snapped to attention, some already standing, some quickly scrambling to their feet first.

"Take a seat gentlemen," Colonel Sink said, causing the men to relax and fall onto the benches that filled the mess hall. "Now gentlemen, I'm here today in regards to a very serious incident that occurred off base last night."

There were murmurs as all the men looked around at each other, wondering what incident he was talking about. A quick glance at some of the COs told the men that they weren't aware of anything either.

"I'm sure we're all aware of the phrase 'loose lips sink ships,'" the Colonel continued, ignoring the hushed, confused whispers that were still floating through the room.

"Well it seems some of you could use with some tightening of the old flappers."

A couple men chuckled at the Colonel's phrase, but the rest of them stayed silent, as was expected. It was obvious that behind the Colonel's humor, he was angry about something. The smart men didn't see a reason to anger him even more.

"Apparently though, it's not just us. This has been a problem on all the bases, 'cause somebody chose to send over some help on the matter. Agent Myeroff?"

There was a collective rise of the heads as a young woman dressed in a navy blue dress suit stepped forward from the back of the group of COs. No one had noticed her before, but now that she was in front of them all, it was hard to miss her. As she walked up to the Colonel, her presence was followed by masculine gasps of recognition from some.

The woman looked to be in her early 20s, her auburn hair cut to flow below her shoulders. The sides were pinned back, framing her face and giving her an innocent look. As she came to a stop next to the Colonel, she ran her hands down the front of her navy skirt. The move was obviously out of discomfort for standing in front of all the men, gaining their attention as if she were on display.

"Aw shit," the shorter paratrooper said under his breath when he got a good look at her.

"What is it Luz?" the taller of the two whispered.

"Joe you don't remember her? She was at the pub last night," George Luz told his comrade, leaning back in his seat slightly. "She asked me to dance and we chatted for a while about me being a paratrooper."

"Bragged is more like it," Joe said under his breath as Colonel Sink continued.

"Gentlemen this is Agent Megan Myeroff from the International Intelligence Agency. Ma'am why don't you fill these men in on what you learned last night? Just to give them all a little perspective to the situation at hand."

"Certainly sir," she said in her British accent, stepping forward and holding up a clipboard. "Gentlemen," she said in greeting, addressing them all. Other than nods of the head and a few "ma'am's," she didn't receive much of a response, not that she expected any. These men were eyeing her like she was a bloody German.

"Last night I attended the pub in town and got to know a few of you," she started with a twinkle in her eye. "I also got to know a lot more about all of you than I should. For example, I know that if I'm looking for a good time, I need to find Private MacDonall."

A few snickers went up at her statement and she glanced at the men over her clipboard before continuing, a smirk gracing her lips. "If I'm in need of a cigarette, I need to find Private Luz, who apparently will also impress me with his impersonations."

"'Ey Luz," someone called across the room and George waved femininely, earning a few more laughs and respectively breaking the tension a bit.

"I learned that Sergeant Smith is from Cleveland, Ohio and his family owns a steel business. Lieutenant Matherson attended a small town university but he usually tells everyone he was Ivy League to sound more impressive."

"Hey!" someone, presumably Lieutenant Matherson, shouted and a few of the men laughed.

"I was also informed that many of you are impressed with Lieutenant Winters' leading skills, you think Captain Sobel is ill-equipped for combat and Colonel Sink prefers his coffee with two sugars, which he keeps hidden in his desk because he likes everyone to think he drink it black."

"What!" the Colonel cried, looking from the woman to the crowd. "Who's been discussing my habits?" This response got a loud reaction from the men, who didn't seem to mind that they were laughing at the Colonel's expense. They knew they'd pay for it later, but right now it was too humorous to ignore.

After the laughter had died down a little, the woman's smile went away as she continued, her expression hinting at a serious change in the topics.

"I also learned that all of the men sleep on the left side of the base, you store all your ammo in the smallest supply shed in the far right corner, between the hours of 0100 and 0200 there always seems to be a lax in watch around the rear entrance, and I was given a perfect map of how to get to the quarters of Sergeant Talbert, including where to go so I don't get caught and what to say if I do get caught."

The room was completely silent. While Meg Myeroff's notes had started off humorous, they had quickly escalated into serious information; information that could cause harm in the wrong hands.

"Gentlemen this is completely unacceptable," The Colonel said, striding forward to take over. Meg took a step back, recognizing that her part in this lecture was done.

"Permission to speak Colonel, Sir?" a private toward the front asked and the Colonel nodded, giving him permission to continue. "Sir, she's just a woman," he said and all eyes turned to him. Meg's left eyebrow rose, impressed with this man's bravery to speak like that to his Colonel and offended that he didn't seem to see her as a threat.

"Permission to respond sir?" she asked and the Colonel nodded, stepping back to let her take this one. "Private...do you have a name?"

"Private Davis Ma'am," he said and Meg was quick to notice he had to be not much older than 18. His face certainly portrayed a look of innocence and she had a brief feeling of sorrow for the lad. He had no idea what he was about to experience in the next few months.

"Well Private Davis, while I am impressed with your comprehension skills at noting that I am, in fact, a woman," she paused to allow a few of the sniggers at her statement to die down, "I would like to add that I have personally used the techniques I used last night in the line of duty to gain enemy information and report it to our intelligence team."

Her admission caused a few of the men to look at her with mixed expressions of awe and shock. Meg didn't know whether to feel proud of herself or ashamed at how little faith they seemed to have in her.

"But ma'am, we knew you weren't bad," the private next to Private Davis spoke up, causing Meg to turn and look at him with a confused frown, begging him to explain his statement. "You've got a British accent ma'am," he added weakly when he saw her facial expression.

"Do I really?" she asked and dozens of pairs of eyebrows rose to the ceiling at her voice.

She had spoken with a perfect German accent.

"Gentlemen," she continued in her German accent, "a voice means nothing, whether it be accent or language. Spies are chosen for their ability to fool the enemy. If the Germans aren't making their spies become fluent in English and French accents, I would be extremely shocked."

Seeing he needed to reel them in before they became overwhelmed with this information, Colonel Sink stepped forward again, drawing back his troops' attention.

"All we're trying to say men, is that you need to always be on your guard. You're just all lucky that Agent Myeroff is on our side. Now, if I'm correct in my thinking, it should be time for breakfast. Good day gentlemen."

The men all stood at attention as Colonel Sink left the building, followed closely behind by Agent Myeroff and the rest of the commanding officers.

"Never saw that one coming," Muck said under his breath as they watched the woman disappear outside.

Back at Battalion HQ, Meg found herself gazing out the main window as she watched a company of the men running drills. The Colonel was discussing something with one of his Captains and, even though she wanted desperately to know what they were saying, she chose to stay out of the way, over by the window. It was killing her instincts to not eavesdrop at all but she didn't want to start causing problems and mistrust on her first full day here.

The sound of boots coming down the hallway caused her to jump and move even farther away from the door, afraid someone would still have the nerve to accuse her of eavesdropping. It wouldn't have surprised her; it's not like she was high up on any of the men's trust lists at the moment.

The boot steps were followed by the entrance of two lieutenants. The taller one had auburn hair, brushed and parted neatly, covered perfectly by his cap. Matched with his cleaned up appearance, Meg knew she was facing a rules-following, no-nonsense, proper-to-a-fault leader.

The second man was shorter and stockier, with slight stubble along his jaw. Meg was quick to note the scuff on his right boot and the fact that his collar wasn't completely straight.

These two were quite a pair.

"Colonel," they both said, saluting Sink and drawing his focus from the Captain in front of him.

"I'll be with you boys in a minute," the Colonel said before returning his attention to the man.

Meg watched out of the corner of her eye as the two lieutenants turned to each other, crossing their arms casually as they waited.

She knew it was going to happen a split second before it did. The shorter of the two glanced over and caught sight of her standing in the corner, a wide smirk spreading across his face.

"Well if it isn't the Screaming Eagle's resident spook," he said, turning and walking toward her, the other lieutenant following quietly behind. Meg held back the urge to roll her eyes as the first man stuck out his hand. "Lieutenant Nixon, but you can call me Lew," he said in an attempt to be smooth. Meg hated to admit it but he may have succeeded. This one was going to be trouble.

"Lieutenant Nixon," She said formally as she shook his hand, specifically ignoring his request for using first names. Next to him, the red head smirked lightly, sticking out his own hand.

"Lieutenant Dick Winters," he said and she smiled.

"Dick," she said, ignoring the scoff Nixon gave.

"How come you call him by his first name?" he asked. "He didn't even ask that you call him by his first name."

"Is it alright if I call you by your first name?" she asked, otherwise ignoring Nixon's complaints. Dick nodded, still sporting a teasing smile.

"Of course," he said and Nixon rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. Deciding not to tease him anymore, Meg turned the conversation.

"Well gentlemen, my name is Megan Myeroff. It's a pleasure to meet both of you," she said as Colonel Sink walked over.

"Miss Myeroff," he said, interrupting the conversation as she turned to look at him. "Your quarters have been all set up and Private Luz will show you to them on his way back. Am I correct in saying you're expecting someone Monday?"

"Yes sir," she said, standing up straighter as the official conversation started. "My team should be arriving at 0900."

"Team?" Sink asked, frowning. "I was told we were only expecting one more."

The three officers were quick to notice the empty expression that passed Meg's face.

Hold yourself together girl, she said to herself, tightening her fists. It's been a year. You know there are just two of you now.

"Of course sir," she said, shaking her head slightly. "My partner will be arriving at 0900."

"Excellent. Winters, Nixon, follow me please."

Knowing she had been dismissed, Meg stepped back to wait for the arrival of Private Luz.

"Nice to meet you," Lieutenant Nixon said, raising his hand up to tap his cap to her in a professional way, but Meg didn't miss the twinkle in his eye. Next to him, Lieutenant Winters did the same, but unlike his partner, his gesture was completely genuine.

"Ma'am," a voice said and she turned to see a shorter man standing there, dressed in a paratrooper uniform. His dark brown hair was almost black, spiking up in the front of his head in a peculiar way.

"Private Luz," she said and he nodded, sticking out his hand.

"I wasn't sure if you'd remember me from last night," he said with a grin. "George Luz, radioman for Easy Company, 2nd Battalion," he introduced himself and she shook his hand, smiling.

"Agent Meg Myeroff. It's a pleasure to meet you again Private Luz."

"Please," the private said with a scoff, "you ain't my superior or nothin'. Call me George."

"Alright George," Meg said as they turned and started walking.

As they walked, George filled Meg in on everything he felt was worthy to know about Aldbourne.

"Everything you didn't already learn last night," he added slyly, causing her to chuckle. Meg was quick to realize he was quite a jokester. She knew that if she needed more cheering up in the future, she could count on the private to help her out.

Just as he was giving her a spot on impersonation of Colonel Sink that had her in stitches, a group of four men walked over, stopping in front of them.

"Gonna introduce us to your friend, Luz?" one of them asked. George smirked at Meg before turning to the guys.

"Boys, this is Agent Meg Myeroff," he said dramatically, motioning for her to step forward. "Miss Myeroff, this is Guarnere, Toye, Liebgott and Malarkey.

"I've met a couple of you before," Meg said, smirking lightly at her joke about the night before.

"Speaking of which," Guarnere started, "did you report to the Colonel who told you what?"

"No I didn't," she said. "He wanted to know, but I told him I didn't keep track of names. He doesn't know you were the one who told me about his coffee," she finished and a few of the guys sniggered.

"Good, just checkin' ma'am," Guarnere said.

"You coming to the pub again tonight?" the soldier she thought was named Toye asked.

"You're all going to the pub again tonight?" she asked, eyebrows rising slightly. Did these boys have weekends off?

"Well yeah," Malarkey said, "it's Saturday. We get Sundays off, why wouldn't we go to the pub?"

Meg scoffed to herself as she shrugged in a nonchalant way. Americans would only work six days a week. They were in the middle of a war for goodness sake.

"I may make an appearance," she told them and Toye pointed at her threateningly.

"You better not be workin' again," he warned and she smirked when she realized he was joking.

"I don't think any of you will trust me with any conversation ever again," Meg said with a laugh and a few of the guys shrugged. "I'm sorry about misleading you, but you know how it is when Colonel Sink gives you orders; you have to obey them."

The guys chuckled at her statement, the conversation slowly fizzling.

"Well come on, enough with the chit chat," George said suddenly, shoving the guys away. "Some of us have work to do, which can't be done until the lovely agent is safe in her quarters."

"It was nice meeting all of you for real," Meg said as they all started to walk away. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

The boys waved before continuing on their way.

After George had dropped Meg off in her quarters, she got right into unpacking, making sure to put her things on only half of the room. The other half would be for Adam when he arrived. It had been so long since she'd seen him, it was almost weird to plan on him joining her. Multiple times she caught herself spreading her things out too much, reeling it back to just her side of the room.

Because of her line of work, Meg's entire life was mobile. Everywhere she went, she took all her things with her. Because of this, it took most of the day to get everything unpacked and put in its rightful place. She was hanging her dresses in the small closet when she heard a trumpet sound. Looking at the clock, she realized it must be suppertime. All the men would now be heading back to the mess hall, hungry from a long day of training.

An idea suddenly struck her and Meg quickly checked herself in the mirror before walking out the front door. If she was going to risk herself like this, she at least wanted to look good while she did it.

Since it was just after 1800, the sun was already beginning to set, casting shadows along the buildings. It was those shadows that became Meg's friends, letting her pass through them unnoticed. She became one of them, blending in as she made her way across the military base.

It didn't take her long to arrive at Battalion HQ. She was glad she had studied her way around when she arrived, otherwise it probably would have taken longer and this personal mission needed to be done while everyone was still at supper.

Stepping inside, she was pleased to see the office was empty, just as she suspected it would be. Despite her presentation that morning, the Americans didn't seem too worried about base security. She figured they wouldn't have anyone on duty to guard the office but it still disappointed her to find she was right. Glancing around one last time to be sure no one was coming, she scurried into Colonel Sink's office, shutting the door quietly behind her with a click.

The first thing she did was make sure the window was open for an emergency exit if need be. As she eyed the two story drop, she silently hoped it wouldn't be needed. Deciding she was set, she settled herself in front of the large filing cabinet. When she had been in here the day before, she had noticed the cabinet's drawers marked with each company's name. Her curiosity had been peaked and now that she knew everyone would be at dinner, she was going to give into her wonderings and have a look inside.

Despite the fact that her snooping was purely for innocent reasons, she knew getting caught would mean big trouble. In an age when suspicion was at an all-time high, breaking into private records, even if they were records of your own people, could be considered a very serious action.

Knowing this was most likely not worth the trouble she would get in if she were caught, Meg took a deep breath. Glancing around one last time to make sure that nothing would disturb her, she reached out, pulling the fifth drawer open.

"Alright Easy Company, let's see what you've got for me," she said as she pulled out the first file labeled Blithe, Albert.

She had plenty of time.

So there's Chapter One! I absolutely LOVE reviews, so feel free to tell me what you think of this story.

Also, thanks to LovingBOBThePacific, SeusserKaefer234, and battyderp for their reviews on the prologue. They made my day!