The group of people walked inside. Horvath and Miller went to the balcony while the rest stayed in the pew area. Donnie watched them go up. When everyone was settled, the brunette made her way to the balcony. The two men looked at her from their seat on the ground. She gave a head nod and squatted.
"We gotta stay with you and your men until we reach Ramelle, or can field a team."
"How many do you need for your team?" asked Horvath.
"Seven, but it works better with six."
"Why not just grab a couple men?"
Donnie chittered lightly. "We need specially trained forces. They only have trained women. They thought it'd best with some separation."
"How long have you been down three?" the captain asked curiously.
"Since Omaha."
"You were on Omaha?"
"No, behind it," she stopped herself. "So, Ramelle or team, whichever's first."
The two men nodded. Donnie smiled and turned to walk away. She stopped herself and looked back.
"I wanna let you know that what you're doing is something I could never do. I respect that, greatly."
Miller smirked. "The feeling is mutual."
The brunette warmly smiled. She walked back down to the pews. Jo and Tom-Tom sat across from Mellish and Reiben, who sat on an odd pew that faced them. They were laughing at how Jackson could fall asleep so easily. Montie was laid out on the pew behind them examining her wound. The blonde listened and laughed as well. She blushed as she made the comment that he looked adorable. Reiben chuckled to himself. Wade continued to talk about how he would pretend to sleep whenever his mother came home. Mary, being sympathetic toward the situation, went over and hugged the medic. After a few minutes, Wade smiled and allowed her to go sit by Jo again. Donnie sat in the pew behind Montie.
"How's it feelin?" she asked.
The blonde sighed. "It's fine Donnie. Would you quit being a mother hen?"
She smirked. "Just making sure you're okay."
"You, Wade, and Jackson keep asking. I don't know why when I give the same answers."
The verdant eyed woman smiled. "Alright, I'll stop." She patted the good shoulder and stood up. "Get some rest, kid."
"That I can do." Montie laughed.
Donnie noticed Miller walk toward Upham. The brunette trekked over to the group of four. She ended up squeezing in between the boys. She looked past her friend's shoulders to see Wade copying Caparzo's letter. A pang of guilt hit her chest. She felt responsible, especially since she had been right there. Upham was the only one who knew how she felt. She had told him when they went to fill the canteens. He told her that it wasn't her fault. That didn't stop her from feeling guilty. Reiben's voice brought her back to the present.
"I still don't get why you girls came out here."
"It was an order," replied Tom-Tom. "Protect and fight against the common enemy known as Germany-"
"Lay down your life for world peace and be granted the honor of a hero," Jo finished.
"Sounds like a bunch of bullshit," Mellish replied amused.
Donnie grinned. "It is bullshit, and it contradicts itself."
"And you still signed up for it?"
"Like Tom-Tom said, it was an order."
There were a few seconds of silence. Reiben decided to pipe up again.
"How the hell did you get over here?"
"We showed a little leg," Jo joked. The boys grinned at her.
"How much leg?" asked Reiben curiously.
Jo leaned closer. "A lady never tells."
She leaned back as Mary and Donnie exploded with snickers and chuckles. Reiben sat there with a goofy grin while Mellish nodded his head, each picturing their desired amount.
"So," Mellish began, "You ladies happen to have any, eh what's the word, oh yeah, crushes on any of us?"
The three girls stared at him comically.
"I wouldn't say crush," Tom-Tom smiled sensually.
"What would ya call it then?" Reiben asked.
The auburn smirked at her friend. "Ooo, she wants to screw one of you."
Mary pointed to her. "That's what I'd call it."
"I thought you said you were a virgin," Donnie interrupted.
"Eh, that was back in basic."
"Really?" Mellish replied. "So, uh, who do you wanna screw?"
Tom-Tom glanced over her shoulder to see the, now sleeping, medic. "What can I say?" she whispered, "I have a thing for doctors."
Donnie watched Miller pass the group of five. The two connected gazes. The verdant eyed woman understood and gave an affirmative nod. She turned to see Upham had fallen asleep. She nodded her head at Jo. Grinning widely, the auburn pulled off her black bag and opened it. She dug her hand into it and pulled out a small harp and what looked to be a violin bow. Tom-Tom looked at her friends with a glint of glee.
"What the fuck is that?" Mellish questioned smiling.
Jo began to pick at the strings with her fingertips in a musical fashion. Every so often, she would slide the bow across a few chords to create a few other melodic noises.
"It's our form of entertainment," the brunette answered.
"You boys sing?" the girl with a headband asked amused.
The two glanced at each other and smirked.
"No way in hell," answered Reiben. Mellish nodded in agreement.
"Aw, the big strong men can't sing," Jo cooed teasingly.
"I never said that. I just don't want to."
"Fish, the more you defend yourself, the more guilty you look."
"Thanks for the advice Reiben," he drawled, "Really appreciate it."
Tom-Tom and Donnie started to hum in a low voice. Jo continued to pluck at her instrument. The two harmonized their voices.
"Rollin' down the great wide tide, is a road fit for three. You, the devil, and little ol' me. Time for choice to intervene, who will ya pick. You, the devil, or little ol' me. Here is where we run, far away from the evil one. Now it's just you and little ol' me. Oh! What a great three, you, the devil, and little ol' me. Oh! What a great three, you, the devil, and little ol' me."
They continued to hum the rest of the song. Jo played it through the end. When they finished, there was silence. The auburn nonchalantly put her instrument back into her bag.
"So," Tom-Tom asked, "What did ya think?"
"Shit. It was entertaining."
Donnie laughed. "You sound surprised Reiben."
"Mellish?"
He was smiling as if remembering something. "It was great, really great."
Tom-Tom and Jo yawned. Donnie's eyes glinted at the pair.
"I'd say you two should bunk."
"But Donnie," the chocolate eyed woman whined.
"That's an order." She grinned in amusement. "Goodnight girls."
The two girls stood up and walked to other pews. They spoke a last goodnight and laid on their backs. It wasn't long until they were heavily sleeping. The verdant eyed woman stretched her legs on top of the pew in front of her. Her eyes closed as her lips curled into a smirk.
"I ain't moving guys," she proclaimed.
"Who says we are?" Mellish teased.
She raised her hand. "I believe that'd be me. Go find your own spot before you receive an unwanted gift."
He threw his hands up in protest. "There's no way I'm fuckin with Donnie." He walked around to find a pew of his own.
"Listen to him Reiben, he knows what he's talking about." She laughed lightly.
He stretched his arms out. "I think I'm sleeping right here. I enjoy gifts and being cozy."
Donnie opened one eye and looked at him. "Suit yourself," she paused, "As long as you don't mind being kicked up your ass."
"You wouldn't…"
She grinned maliciously. "Try me."
He smirked and stood up. His gaze didn't move as he swept his hand through his hair.
"Maybe some other time," he whispered. "Goodnight Sweetheart."
"Night hot shot." Donnie laughed as she leaned back onto the pew and closed her eyes. She was soon asleep.