Hey guyssssss.
So I'm home alone like, this whole week and it's getting ridic. Not only am I having to take care of our barn and house etc, but our neighbors are out of town so I'm taking care of their barn too! Thus, I'm sitting here exhausted from working 8 hours and then doing all these barn chores, and I've realized I didn't do review responses! So thus, this chapter has gotten published later on a Thurs night than I usually intend...also I will be going to bed 30 min later than I planned...ughhhhh
Also, in my rush to try and get this out, it may not be completely, totally edited. I'm all nervous it's got major flaws but I've read it through twice previously so I'm just putting it in your hands haha. (Don't judge me if any gaping flaws are there!)
Anyway, without further ado, here is the next chapter!
Chapter Twelve
"I can't believe you won't be here to celebrate," Meg whined, following Adam back from the mail office where he had just received his orders to leave that Thursday. "It's New Years Eve for Christ's sake!"
It had been almost a week since that night at the pub and Meg was doing everything in her power to avoid Lew. She had taken to spending all her spare time in her quarters, reading through Wuthering Heights as her excuse. Meals were spent squished between George and Muck, the former keeping a watchful eye over her. True to his word, George hadn't told anyone about her infatuation with Lew and for that she was eternally grateful.
"Well you won't be here much longer after," Adam shot back in regards to her wine, hitching his bag up higher on his back. "With the coming of the new year I can guarantee you they'll be making more plans to push things forward. We're both gonna be needed over there and we won't have too long to wait before we go and don't come back here."
"I hate thinking about that," Meg said and Adam stopped walking, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "I don't mean it like that," she amended quickly. "I love what we do, it's just been so long since I've been out in the field and with all the boys here..."
"Meg," Adam said, pulling her close and placing a kiss on her forehead. "Once you get out there again, you'll be back to your old self in no time."
That afternoon, Meg found herself seated with a few of the boys at the mess. She still couldn't figure out exactly how she had gotten there, but it involved a very weasley George and an overly charming Shifty. And she had thought he was the sweet one of the group.
After being there for a few minutes, Joe and Bill had stumbled across a few old records sent over from the USO for Christmas celebrations and they were trying to convince Meg to dance with them.
"Come on Meg, just one swing around the place. No one's even here to watch you make a fool of yourself!" George cried as he tried to pull her to her feet, eager to join in on the fun. In response she just laughed, keeping herself firmly planted in her chair, forcing all her weight against him. However she knew he could lift her if he wanted so it was obvious he wasn't trying very hard.
"Oh no, I don't feel like dancing today," she laughed, making him frown in jest.
"Not even me?" he pouted, causing her to roll her eyes and shake her head. "But I thought I was your favorite?" he continued and she laughed.
"You are George, believe me. I just don't feel like dancing," she explained.
Suddenly a polka started and her eyes widened. Maybe she did feel like dancing...
"Oh polka!" she shouted as she jumped up and hurried over to where Bill had just put a new record on the player. "What is this?" she asked him and Bill shrugged.
"Dunno. I just put it on," he explained as she stopped the machine and pulled the record off, reading the names of the songs listed on the label. Spotting one she liked, she smiled and held it out.
"This one," she said as she handed it to Bill, pointing to the song she wanted.
"You got it kid," he told her with a nod, flipping the record around between his fingers before setting it back on the player.
"Alright gentlemen," Meg said as she walked back over to the small group. "I will acquiesce to your request. Does anyone know how to polka?"
Their original excitement at her agreeing to danced waned as boys all looked at each other. By the looks on their faces it was obvious none of them did. Meg rolled her eyes again before walking over to her favorite paratrooper.
"Alright then, George get up here," she said and he was quickly at her side. "I'll teach you."
As the song she chose began to play, she led, dragging him around the room as they danced to the music. George was rather clumsy with his feet and Meg found herself in a continuous peal of laughter as they continued to dance. Despite his clumsiness, he caught on to the simple steps quickly, speeding up their tempo to match more with the music.
In the doorway of the pub, Lew and Harry both stood, watching the delightful scene with smiles on their faces. With their orders coming any day now, it was good to see the boys having a little fun. And no one would ever hear Lew complain about Meg being in a good mood.
"Meg sure looks happy," Harry commented, earning a grunt from Lew. "You gonna go in there and get a dance?"
"She'd probably run out the door before I made it halfway over there," was Lew's reply, dripping with sarcasm.
"So she's still avoiding you?" Harry asked, eyeing his friend with concern. "What did you do to her Nix?"
"Me? I didn't do anything!" Lew practically cried before dropping his voice. "One second we're exchanging gifts and being all...I dunno, sweet, then next thing I know she can't even stand to look at me. The woman's driving me crazy."
Harry smirked at his friend's rant, knowing exactly what was going on. He knew he had promised Meg he wouldn't say anything, but he wasn't going to keep it a secret if he knew it would help the two of them out. Turning his head, he was just about to tell Lew what Meg had revealed on Christmas when someone cleared their throat.
"Lieutenants," a young voice said and they turned to see an orderly standing there. Lew was quick to notice he had a letter in his hand.
"Who are you looking for private?" he asked and the kid nodded in the direction of the dancing couple.
"Miss Myeroff sir," he said and Lew stuck his hand out, motioning for the letter.
"I'll give it to her when she's done," Lew said and the private nodded, saluting both of them before turning on his heel and heading back out.
Glancing down, Lew realized it wasn't so much a letter as it was a slip of paper with writing on it.
"What's it say Nix?" Harry asked next to him, and Lewis realized he wasn't the only one who noticed it wasn't sealed.
Lifting it up, they quickly skimmed the rushed writing.
General stopping to visit Monday. Need you here by tomorrow morning. Dress will be waiting. Don't disappoint.'
Lynette
Both men frowned as they looked at the confusing note.
"What do you suppose that means?" Harry asked and Lew was hit with a sudden urge to tell him to mind his own business. Then he realized that technically it wasn't his business either. Besides, Harry had a soft spot for the sweet agent, Lew couldn't be angry just because everyone cared about her.
So instead of voicing a response, Lew just shrugged his shoulders, glancing up to see the couple had stopped dancing and Meg had returned to her chair, breathing heavy and still laughing.
"I'm gonna go take this to her," He said as he left Harry's side and walked over to the group. He nodded to the boys as they saluted him before quickly making themselves sparse as Lew slid into an empty chair next to Meg.
"Lew," she said, tossing him a big smile. He hadn't seen her this happy ever; it made him feel warm inside.
"It's nice to see you're talking to me," he commented casually. "I thought you were avoiding me."
Meg's face paled as she remembered that she had been. Dancing with George had put her in such a good mood she had completely forgotten to give Lew the cold shoulder.
"Uh..." she stuttered, not exactly sure what to say in response.
"This was just delivered for you," Lew said instead, handing over the piece of paper. As she skimmed it, he watched as her lips pursed tighter together until they were nothing more than a thin, straight line. "Everything alright?" he asked, worried.
"What? Oh yes, yes it's fine," she said as she stood up, a dazed look on her face. "I just need to step out for some fresh air."
This couldn't be happening. Not now. Meg felt suddenly faint. She had to have realized that he'd send for her eventually, but a part of her had always hoped he would have given up. Yet here it was, the note in her hand that told her he'd never give up.
Lew watched her leave before jumping up and jogging after her, ignoring the looks the other men were giving him.
"Meg what's wrong?" he asked after he caught up with her just outside the mess.
"Nothing Lew, I'm fine," she said as she continued to walk.
"You're most definitely not fine," he said as he had to speed up his pace to keep up with her. "What is that note? Are those your orders?"
She stopped walking for a moment as she seemed to contemplate something. Lew tried to be patient, waiting to hear how she would explain it all. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head; could practically hear her think.
"I'm to report to Paris," she finally settled on, refusing to make eye contact with him as she said it. Instead of waiting for a response from him, she started walking again, silently wishing she could disappear through the ground. Trying to figure out what was going on with Lew was hard. Mentally preparing herself for these orders was hard too. How could she handle them when they were thrown together like this?
"Paris?" Lew asked with a laugh. "But that's in occupied France!"
When Meg didn't answer, Lew grabbed her arm, yanking her around to face him. She didn't know what hurt her more, his hand squeezing her arm or the mixed look of fear and anger on his face. She had never seen Lew mad before but she could only assume it might get pretty bad. She did not like the idea of witnessing it for the first time on the receiving end.
"Let go of me," she said softly but he didn't listen.
"Not until you tell me why you're reporting to occupied France," he said before running his other hand through his hair. "Jesus Meg, don't you realize the Germans are everywhere?"
For a second she thought he was joking. Then she realized he really was serious. He knew she was an agent; he knew what he did. So why couldn't he put two and two together and figure this out on his own.
With a sigh she realized she'd have to spell it out for him.
"Exactly," she replied and his reaction was almost immediate.
"So that's why they're sending you then?" he asked, his grip tightening on her arm. "To do what? Track them?"
"I can't tell you Lew, you have to understand that," she replied, her voice softening again. She didn't want to fight with him, not on the eve of her leaving. "Now please remove my arm. I have to get ready to leave."
Lew did as she asked, standing still and watching her as she walked off, leaving him alone.
Once safe in her quarters, Meg shut the door and leaned back against it, heaving a sigh.
Her orders were simple. It was the same routine she'd been doing since the war started.
It was 1940 and Meg had just turned 20. She had been doing missions since she had turned fifteen, but word soon reached her ear that Marco wanted her for something bigger and more important. Something special.
The IIA had been alerted that some of Hitler's higher ups would be traveling to Paris for some sightseeing. The IIA had files on all of the German Generals, hoping something in them would eventually lead to a breakthrough.
This was one of those times.
Hitler's third in command, General Diederich, was known to have an eye for younger women. He was well in his 50s but the women always seen in his presence were much younger. The IIA realized that if they could get a girl that interested him, perhaps they could use her to get information from the top members of the German army.
Meg and six other girls were chosen. The seven of them were smuggled into Paris and dropped at a whorehouse owned by a member of the resistance. The owner, Lynette, had invited the German men to visit while on their trip, tempting them with young flesh, alcohol and cigars.
Diederich was entranced by Meg immediately. He invited her to dinner and then escorted her to every event he attended while in Paris. He bought her fancy gowns and expensive jewelry, took her to museums and theaters, and treated her to the finest meals France had to offer.
As was required for the mission, Meg only spoke in French. Diederich and the other Generals believed that, as a poor French slut, it was the only language she knew. As she sat politely and quietly at every event, she listened to everything they said to each other in German, looking for anything that would be of importance to give to the IIA.
She found it humorous at first that these men would speak of such topics so openly in front of her. After she began to recognize their personalities, she began to realize why. They thought she was stupid. They thought she was a simple French whore who could never understand the ways of the world.
So that's how she acted. She treated them to her best performance, acting ignorant to the war, playing that she could really care less about it all. They ate it up, chuckling at her stupidity and insulting her in German, thinking she didn't know what they were saying. Diederich would step in if the insults got too harsh, but Meg never let on that she knew what they were saying, chuckling along whenever everyone else did, even if it was at her expense.
After the weekend of frivolity and rich entertainment, Meg returned to base, giving them everything she had heard that was useful.
The mission was over.
Or so she thought.
Not even a month later they received word from Lynette that the Germans were coming back and General Diederich had written ahead specifically to request that Meg be kept ready for him. She had pleaded with Marco to tell them no, to give the General an excuse to why Meg was no longer there, but her pleas had been overlooked. This was big and the Allies weren't about to lose this opportunity because their agent was crying about it.
So Meg returned to Paris, continuing her undercover work while being wined and dined like a princess.
On the outside she continued to play the role of delighted, simple whore. On the inside she was dying.
In public the General was affectionate, but in the privacy of his bedchambers, the man was rough and harsh. He wanted it done his way and he was going to get it done his way, whether it meant he had to beat Meg or not. Sometimes it was small things, like making too much noise or crying out. Other times it was worse, such as ignoring a demand or accidentally doing something else. Either way, Meg always left with marks of what she had endured: bruises and cuts, mostly hidden by her clothes. But even with them hidden, Adam knew they were still there.
He tried to appeal to Marco, to tell him Meg didn't deserve this, but Meg was their best hope. She had made it into the inner circle. The General had taken a liking to her and they couldn't just send in another girl and hope he would feel the same about her.
So Meg's missions continued. At first they were monthly, but as the war continued to intensify, the visits trickled off, much to her delight. After her incident in Berlin, Meg fell off the grid completely, ignoring the General's requests. Being in Level 3, she doubted Marco would have let her go anyway, even if he did want to keep the information coming in.
Lynette told the General Meg had taken ill, but she couldn't push him off forever. She was back in the line of duty again, and if General Diederich wanted to see her, then by God Meg Myeroff wasn't going to disappoint.
"I wish you wouldn't," Adam said from where he was leaning against the wall. Meg had returned to their barracks and simply showed Adam the note, knowing it wouldn't need any further explanation. Now she was packing a small bag, just enough toiletries to get her through the trip.
"Why not? You didn't listen when I asked you to stay here," she said as she looked up and locked eyes with him. Seeing his concerned face she smiled lightly, walking over to him. "I'll be careful, I promise. I always am."
"I know you are," Adam said with a sigh as he pulled her up and into a hug. "I just hate how you are when you come back. You've been doing so well lately; I don't want to see you fall into your shell again."
"No promises," Meg said with a cheeky grin before kissing her brother on the cheek and turning to head out the door.
It was a twelve hour trip to Paris and Meg spent most of it stuffed underneath crates and barrels in a fake German supply truck. When the truck pulled up to Lynette's at roughly 4 am, she sighed with contentment at the idea of a warm bed awaiting her.
Glancing outside, she smiled when she spotted the familiar face. Lynette was in her early 50s, hair already a good amount gray. Blonde strands stuck out here and there but for the most part it was the silvery color. Her blue eyes held just the right mixture of kindness and harshness, making it hard to tell how she was regarding you sometimes. As she walked forward and looked up at Meg's face, the agent was happy to note the blue looked kind tonight.
"You're early," Lynette said as she helped the exhausted girl out of the truck and into the house. Despite her statement, it was obvious the woman had been waiting up for their arrival.
"I wanted to get a good amount of sleep before my big performance," she said with a sleepy smile as she allowed Lynette to lead her to the room in the back. There, she collapsed on the bed and was breathing deeply almost immediately.
By three pm she was up and at 'em, sitting immersed in a bathtub of rose water as she scrubbed her fingernails clean. She was amazed with how much dirt had come off her when she had first climbed in. Obviously the showers at Aldbourne weren't doing much for her.
"Almost done?" Lynette asked as she strolled into the room, a tray of biscuits in her arms.
"Almost, but I am famished," Meg said, eyeing the biscuits longingly and reaching out a damp hand to try and grab one.
"Soon," Lynette replied as she set the tray down and then took a seat behind the tub, running her fingers through Meg's tresses. "Have you seen the dress yet?" she asked and Meg shook her head. "Well I was thinking we would put your hair up. That way he can look at your pretty neck."
"Anything you say," Meg said with a sigh as she sunk a little deeper into the tub, spilling water over the edge.
"Megan!" Lynette cried, causing the girl to sit up quickly. "Some of my girls haven't had a bath in days. If they see the water dripping along the floor they'll know I gave you one on your first night here."
"Sorry," Meg said as she stood up and climbed from the tub, wrapping herself in a fluffy white towel. While the relaxing bath had been a soothing, much appreciated treat, the enjoyment was ruined at the older woman's shout. Sitting at the vanity, Meg ran a comb through her hair before turning to Lynette expectantly.
"Let's make you gorgeous," Lynette said with a giddy smile as she pulled out a jar of bobby pins and set to work.
Two hours later Meg was standing in the floor-length mirror, smiling at the sight in front of her.
Lynette had pulled her hair back into an elegant chignon, letting soft curls frame her face and neck. The dress the General had sent her was a midnight blue, satin, floor-length sheath dress with a deep V in the front and back of the neckline. A diamond necklace draped across her neck, matching the earrings in her ears and bracelet on her wrist. As much as she hated the man, she loved how she felt when she put on what he had bought her. She was still a girl after all.
"Oh Lynette," she breathed just as a knock sounded on the door.
"The General is here Madam," the young door boy said before turning and bounding back down the hall.
That one simple phrase had Meg in chills. This was it, no turning back. Not that she'd ever turn back of course; once she was given a job, she saw it through. But whenever she met with the General, she always made a mental note when she could no longer turn back, just to remind herself.
Time to put on a good show.
"Come down in two minutes," Lynette said before turning and following in the direction the boy went.
As Meg continued to stare at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but wish that Lew would be the one seeing her instead of the General.
"Stop that," she said out loud, hoping no one would overhear her. "You can't think about him now, you have a job to do. Thinking about any of the paratroopers will only interfere with the job."
Taking a deep breath and considering herself ready, she turned and headed for the door, morphing herself into the alter ego she had created long ago.
Arriving at the top of the stairs, she paused as she looked down at the people below her. There was Lynette, looking up at her with a supportive smile, the young boy who answered the door, giving her a very bored look, and the General.
He was dressed in his usual military outfit, always looking exceptionally neat and pristine. Despite hating him, Meg had to admit that he was an attractive older man. His hair was slightly graying, giving him a more mature look.
"Vivian," he said, his German accent thick as he spoke her fake French name.
"General Diederich," she said as she descended the stairs, forcing her perfect French accent through. From here on out her French would have to be perfect. "How wonderful to see you again."
She strode forward and took his hands, placing a kiss on each cheek.
"You are looking well," the General said, his French sounding awkward with the German accent.
"I'm feeling well," she said with a smile. "Much better than I have been for the past year I must say. I was so disappointed when I heard I wouldn't be able to join you last spring."
"I was disappointed as well," the General said as he offered her his arm and they walked out to the waiting car, Meg sending Lynette a wave as they headed out the door. "I hope you enjoy the French ballet. That's where we are going tonight after dinner."
"I love the ballet," Meg said before giggling. Whenever she acted this foolishly, she wanted to hate herself. Still, she put on a good show. "Well, at least I imagine I do. I've never actually seen one," she added and the General smiled.
"You will like this one I am sure. It's very sophisticated, and it will all be in French. You may even have to translate for me for once," he said with a laugh.
Dinner was an interesting affair. Three other generals joined them, women on their arms as well. Meg quickly learned that one was a wife, and two were mistresses, like herself. While the wife spoke German, the two mistresses were also French. Meg hoped they wouldn't interfere with her mission at all; it would make things much difficult. Difficult and a complete waste of time.
At the beginning of dinner, the conversation stayed in French to include the three women out of unusual German respect. However, as the men consumed more alcohol and their lips became looser, the talk drifted into German and soon they were discussing war and politics.
It always shocked Meg with how easily they were able to speak about the things they did. If American or British Generals ever had these kinds of discussions in public, they would be shot. Nevertheless, she was pleased they were so eager to discuss things; it made it much easier on her. She sat there, quietly eating her meal as she strained her ears to pick up everything they said. Anything of importance she stored away until she could excuse herself to the powder room and write it all down. Her notepad was small and fit easily into the bottom of her shoe.
When Adam had first shown her the secret compartment in her shoes, she had thought it foolish. After using it twice, she had come to appreciate its usefulness. Whenever the General sent Meg a new pair of shoes, Lynette spent a good amount of time altering the soles so Meg could continue her trick.
When dinner finished, the eight of them took two cars to the Paris Opera House where they enjoyed a performance of Cinderella. Meg hated to admit it, but she enjoyed it a lot. She had always had a thing for ballets, and it had been quite a while since she had been to one.
As she watched the young couple dance across the stage, singing their hearts to each other, she couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to Aldbourne. The men she was so fond of would probably be getting ready for sleep now. They had to run drills in the morning, so their Monday nights were usually early.
When the General took her hand, Meg shut her eyes, wishing it was anyone but him. Images of a chuckling George, a smirking Lew, a winking Bill filled her head. She pretended she was back with them, enjoying their company instead of stuck here with the Germans. As the General's fingers began to stroke her's, she found herself thinking of London, of seeing Song of Norway with Harry and Lew. The General's caresses nowhere compared to the ones Lew had given her and, despite her initial unease of it all, she suddenly wished she could be back with Lew again. So what if he was married? Being with him was better than being with the General. Besides, didn't she deserve to have some happiness?
It was this thought process that plagued her mind through the entire second act of the ballet. By the time the curtain was dropping, she had come to a decision. She wouldn't beat herself up over Lew anymore. That didn't mean she'd go running to him as soon as her feet touched British soil, but she was no longer going to feel guilty for their actions, or feel the need to avoid him. She had been through a lot in her life and she wasn't going to push away something good, even if it was only fleeting.
After walking down to the Opera House lobby, the couples headed back to the hotel where they said their goodbyes. This was the part Meg hated most about her job, and as they climbed the stairs to their room, she began the process of tuning everything out. At first it had been a hard task, trying to focus on anything except the General. Now it was second nature, and as they came closer and closer to the hotel room, her mind drifted farther and farther away.
They had barely made it into the room before the General's lips were on her's, his hands already roaming down to undo the zipper on the back of the dress. The touch of his fingers sent chills up and down her back. They weren't pleasant like the ones she got from Lew. These chills were terrified and disgusted.
Closing her eyes, she tried to play out a scenario in her head, one of her back in Aldbourne, teaching George how to polka. She saw the grin on his face as they spun around the room. She saw the boys over by the record player, laughing at the two of them dancing around the whole mess. She pictured Lew and Harry, standing in the doorway with wide smiles, obviously enjoying the show.
"Vivian," General Diederich whispered seductively in her ear.
Her happy scene vanished.
As the man continued to attack every part of her skin with kisses, she tried a new technique.
Closing her eyes again, this time she imagined it was Lew, not Diederich, who was holding her too tightly. It was Lew, not Deiderich that was stroking every part of her skin with his fingers. Lew, not Diederich that was slowly pulling her dress from her body.
The realization that she wanted it to be Lew startled her. Her eyes opened wide as she began to understand that maybe she wanted him more than she would admit.
"Get on the bed," Diederich 's voice said, a little stronger than it had sounded before. Before letting her comply, he grabbed both her arms and shoved her backwards, his demand more than obvious. Her dress, which had fallen to around her hips, caught on her heel and she fell, banging her head against the footboard of the bed.
As she cried out at the sharp pain, the General strode forward and yanked her up, pulling her dress down and off her body in one rough move, suddenly leaving Meg naked.
There was no time for modesty however, as she was already being pushed up onto the bed.
As the General climbed up on top of her, she closed her eyes tightly, thinking of anything but this.
The truck ride through France felt longer leaving than coming. Perhaps it was because all Meg wanted was to be away from the city of lights and closer to Aldbourne. Time seemed to always slow down when you wanted it to go faster. Whatever the reason, she had almost all of her notes written before they reached the plane that would fly her back to Aldbourne.
She was curious about the fact that she was returning straight to Aldbourne. Usually IIA wanted her to report to Base so she could give them her notes immediately for review. She knew not to question Marco though, so she didn't argue when the pilot informed her of their destination.
As the plane flew closer and closer to what she found herself now calling "home," Meg's tenseness disappeared slightly. She practically sighed with pleasure at the image of her own bed waiting for her. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep for eternity.
Little did she know her return was being anticipated by others as well.
200 miles away, in Aldbourne, Adam was searching for something.
Well, more like someones.
He found the group sitting in the mess, eating their lunches before their afternoon exercises. When he approached, the men raised their hands in greeting. They had certainly become friendlier to him since Meg had dragged him to the bar on Christmas. He noted the smiles on their faces at his arrival, but he kept his lips solemn.
This wasn't a happy visit.
"When's Meg gettin' back?" Bill asked as he stuffed a spoonful of potatoes in his mouth. Adam ignored the disgusting display and turned to address the group as a whole.
"Tonight. That's what I wanted to talk to you boys about," he said as he sat down, leaning in to show them it was important. In response they all stopped eating and leaned toward him as well. "Listen, when you guys see Meg, don't say anything alright?"
His request was an odd one to make, so frowns of confusion looked back at him.
"Say anything about what?" Joe asked but Adam cut him off. They didn't need to know the specifics. Besides, it was classified anyway. They just needed to know what specifically would affect them.
"You'll know what I mean when you see her, but just keep the greetings short. Don't ask her if she's alright, don't ask her how her trip was, and don't mention how she looks. Just tell her you missed her and you're glad she's back."
"Should we be worried?" George asked and Adam felt like he should be the one worried; he'd never seen George Luz with such a serious look on his face.
"No," Adam said with a shake of his head. "She'll be on her own a bit, but she'll be back to normal soon. These missions drain her, but I've never seen her as happy as she is here, so I know she'll bounce back quickly."
"Got it," Bill said and Adam nodded, showing his appreciation of their understanding.
"So when is she getting back?" Floyd asked and Adam shrugged.
"Sometime soon I'd say. It just depends on how difficult of a drive it was and if they got stopped on the way. She'll be here by tomorrow at the latest though." And saying a quick goodbye, he walked out of the mess and headed toward the officers' building.
He had to repeat his message to Lieutenant Nixon.
Welll? What did you think? Meg sure has a lot of layers to her past doesn't she?
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