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Introducing my newest obsession.

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A new little thing as an Anders Lassen romance.

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=Chapter 1=

=Chapter 2=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

=Chapter 3=

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Once the dust of the new arrival had settled, the men were outside tending to the ship as they hit a bout of harsh winds. Looking through your bag for the twentieth time you sighed as you came to the realization. Now in a pair of brown pants held up by a pair of suspenders set atop a light blue button up your bare feet slapped against the deck as you walked past all the men who gave you sideways looks coming to stop in front of your brother who was tending to some ropes. ”We have a problem,” you announced, pocketing your hands. ”What is it?” Gus asked, slightly concerned. ”I haven’t any boots,” you stated. He frowned, looking down to your bare feet that you wriggled. ”You didn’t bring any with you?” he asked. ”I did. Quit a nice pair, actually. Couldn’t swim in them, though. The flight suit was doing wonders to try and drown me,” you explained. ”So why not take the flight suit off?” he asked. ”Well, that would mean I would arrive on deck with nothing but my skivvies. While I’m sure the gents would have enjoyed that I dought you would have,” you explained. ”I much prefer the flight suit actually,” Lassen’s comment earned a glare from Gus, making him chuckle. A smirk pulled at your lips as you looked back at Lassen who simply smiled. ”I would prefer the skivvies,” Freddy pipped in. ”Shut it Freddy,” Gus ordered. ”Yes sir,” Freddy smiled.

”Any of you boys have a spare pair?” Gus asked. Shortly after, Lassen placed a pair of boots in front of you. You propped an eyebrow, looking up at the smiling Swed. ”While I greatly appreciate the offer,” you picked up the boot that almost dwarfed the size of your head. “I’m more likely to drown in this boot than I was the sea,” you finished. ”Well it’s the only spare pair we have,” Gus said, taking the other. ”There are the best boots on the market,” Lassen boasted. ”How so? Made of special squirrel leather?” you asked. ”Yes, how did you know?” Lassen quick response to your quip had you smiling. A smile he found dangerously contagious. ”I could make it work. But I’ve had to gut the poor buggers. I’d hate to ruin such a good pair of boots,” you said. ”Please, think of it as a gift. A welcome to the team,” Lassen stated with a shrug. In spite of his statement he looked reminiscent on the pair of boots. ”Ah of course. Welcome to the team. Now let me cut up a pair of boots you clearly have some attachment to,” you took the boot from your brother holding them out to Lassen. ”I grew up running barefoot through the shire. I’ll be fine until we acquire another pair,” you gave a thankful nod and a kind smile. ”I insist,” he shock his head pleasantly surprised at your kind gesture. ”So do I,” you said. With a huff, he smile tilting his head to the side. ”Then I suppose we are at a standstill,” he said. ”It seems we are,” you sighed. ”Only difference is, when I’m stood at a stand still I never back down,” you finished pulling the boots back to you starting to fiddle with the laces. ”Neither do I,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. The poor shirt he was wearing strained at the flex of his muscles. You hummed as you took in the apple assortments of such he had. ”What ever shall we do then?” you questioned. ”Please Ma’am. No lady should be walking around bare foot while a man stands booted beside her,” he explained. You chuckled at the address. ”Listen closely, boys. Ma’am is not something I like to be called. You can call me Pat. Patsy, Patience. Miss or lad. Anything but Ma’am,” you beckoned Lassen down. He frowned but obeyed, leaning down. ”Good las,” you smiled, slinging the boots you tied together by the laces around his neck. Giving his cheek a little pat you smirked before moving away. He paused a wide smile spreading across his face as he straightened up to watch you walk away. ”Also,” you stated, pulling your sniper out of its case. Sliding a magazine into it, you cocked the gun. “We have a large ship off the starboard side,” you said, resting your gun on the roof of the control room. The boys instantly moved to examine it, squinting through the sun. You leaned down, looking through the scope. Seeing the nazi symbol you tisked. ”And they don’t look friendly,” you stated. ”What are we looking at, Patsy?” Gus asked. ”A problem,” you admitted honestly. You took in the large turret gun. “A rather like one at that,” you continued. ”Possibility of being blown to bits at the first sign of aggression?” Gus asked. ”100% Gusly,” you said, looking up from the scope. ”Right well. Hasey how’s your Swedish?” Gus asked. ”Non existing sir,” Hasey admitted. “Accent?” you asked. ”Only the one I was born widh,” he said. ”Right Hasey hidden below deck. Well stay up here, Pat you hide that gun of yours until the times right,” Gus said. ”You know I’m a terrible shot close distance brother,” you said. ”How does that work?” Hasey asked. ”Well the closer someone gets to me, the better the chance of my bullet misses,” you explained. ”You could hide down below,” Gus suggested. You chuckled amused by the suggestion. ”And miss a chance to gut a Nazi?” you laughed, shaking your head. ”Right then. Freddy,” Gus finalized, turning to Freddy with a grin. ”You're going for a swim,”

You watched the small little boat filled with Nazi solider’s trudge up to the boat. ”Stay safe Pat,” he whispered. ”Never,” you grinned. It was always your saying. Every time before you were about to go into something dangerous, he would say it. And you would respond the same way. The small boat pulled up to the side and in it stood a small little angry german. Lassen waited by the opening with his hands on his hips. There was a stale air as you waited. ”Where do you sail from?” from his little wings on his shoulders you assumed he was a Major asked in German. “Er, Sweden,” Lassen’s demeanor seemed to do a complete turn as he played the part of innocent little fisher. ”Do you speak the English?” the Major asked. ”I’m... I’m... Swedish but I speak a little English,” Lassen said. ”We’re coming on board,” The Major stated. They quickly filed onto the vessel the Major ordering the boat to be searched. ”All are welcome. All are welcome,” Lassen now stood next to the steering wheel beckoned them all on as they passed by. You stood by the entrance of the below deck smiled, giving small greetings. ”Even the little one. He can come too. Welcome,” while you could understand why Lassen was so nonchalant about it, you couldn’t muster any more than a smile as the Major stepped up to you, looking you up and down, his eyes shamelessly resting on your chest for a moment longer. But being a woman, his question wasen’t for you. He turned to the boys. ”Why are you here?” The Major asked accusingly. ”Just a little sailing holiday,” Gus said with a rather good Swedish accent. The major hummed, his gaze turning back to you. Where his eyes once again fell to your chest. Seeing the gaze and the discomfort it brought you, Lassen stepped up, placing a hand on the Majors shoulder, drawing his gaze from you. ”A jolly holiday trip,” he said. ”Take your hands off,” the major demanded, his already sour gaze turning more so. While there was little suspicion about it, he didn’t trust them in the slightest. Or perhaps he didn’t like them. ”Papers? Passport?” He asked. Gus pointed to the control room where Lassen reached in and retrieved said forged papers. Your eyes flicked to the man behind you as they searched every part of the boat. Lassen handed them over, “Here you go,” knowing they were well-forged passports. The major wasn’t able to find any fault in them.

”Any other people on the boat?” he asked. ”Just the three of us,” Gus stated with an innocent shake of his head. ”Anybody else down there?” The major called down below deck. ”Nein,” one responced. ”Even so. A lone woman on a ship with two men. Of which she shares no last name to,” The major returned to full height flipping open your passport. Your heart sunk, but you kept your face calm. ”Ah. You see, In Sweden we are a very progressive country. Equality between man and woman is very important to us,” Lassen called. The major hummed again, a sick smile twisting his face. It wasn’t a good enough reason. You could see it. ”Ack, don’t be like that,” you chuckled bashfully. “You will excuse my fiance, he is a little shy. I told him I had never been out to sea before. He surprised me with this little holiday to celebrate our engagement,” you played the blushing bride as you smiled innocently batting your eyelashes. Leaning closer, you whispered. “You know how men are, they would rather roll over dead than admit they have a soft side for their women,” you chuckled. The Major studied you looking for any lies. You could see the clogs ticking in his mind. One more push. You moved your mother’s old wedding band you wore on your middle finger to your enjoyment finger before holding it up wiggling the gold band, it catching the sun and the Major’s eyes. He was convinced. Although he wasn’t happy about what he was convinced of. ”It is a shame you are engaged. If not, we could have taken you aboard for a proper celebration,” The major was a man at sea, had been at sea for a long time. To see a woman in any state would arouse the desires he had not been able to tend to. You could feel the eyes on you, the sicking hunger they all shared for fresh meat. “Perhaps we still will,” he reached up, dragging his fingers down your cheek. You forced a laugh at the disgusting feeling that washed over you as you dropped your cheek, subtly moving away from him. ”Come, come, we have lots to eat...” Lassen stepped up behind him, firmly directing him to the table of food and wine you had set out in hopes to appease them. ”Take your dirty hands off me!” The major snapped. All at once it was like someone had tripped a wire. The soldiers scattered around the deck all trained their gun on you all. Most on Lassen who was harshly shoved back at gun point till he was forced to sit on the ledge by the steering wheel. You yourself was pushed up against the mast. ”And you, put your hands in the air!” The major snapped towards Gus who did what he was ordered. You all held your breath as Gus and Lassen shared a look. There were a few moments of silence before a huffy laughed crept up from Gus. ”Oooh! Ho-Ho!” Lassen quickly caught on laughing as well as he pointed to Gus. “You’re in trouble now! You’ve been a naughty boy!” he teasingly called out as they both broke into drunken laughter. The major glanced down to the almost empty wine bottle. ”I’ll give you 100 francs to shoot him,” Lassen offered. ”Don’t shoot me!” Gus mockingly waved his raised arms. The major looked between them, bewildered. ”He hates Germans. You should really shoot him,” Lassen said. If only the major knew. ”I... I’m sorry. You are very scary,” Gus tried to get his laughter under control as the major debated his life’s decisions.

”Make him walk the plank. He loves wood,” Lassen added. The major then looked to you, who gave a sheepish shrug of your shoulder. Moving past you, he approached Lassen. ”Dirty drunken animal!” he slapped the passports back to his chest. ”Guilty as charged,” Lassen sung with a smirk that had their laughter striking up again. ”Lets get rid of them,” your blood ran cold at the german which you perfectly understood. “Take the woman,” he ordered, his dirty gaze claiming you as his prize. Your hand slipped behind your back, catching your brother’s gaze. He knew you could speak german. And he knew you heard the words whispered. You placed your thumb in the middle of your palm and closed your finger around it. It was a simple enough sign. It meant danger. Not that you needed to pass on the information. ”I carry a can of kerosene for just these sorts of occasions,” he nodded to one of the solider’s who received the spoken of can. “It’s been a while, but the last time someone laughed at me when I boarded their vessel, I gave them the choice. Either swim to shore or take their chances on a burning ship,” the major looked between you all. To all your faces as the smiles left from them. Lassen glanced over his shoulder to the solider pouring kerosene onto the deck. “Hans and I wondered which option they’d choose, death by water or death by fire. Oddly, they chose both,” he smirked. ”They made it until the very last moment, until their hair was on fire,” he commented reaching out to tug a strand of your hair. “And their blistered skin,” his hands trailed down, slipping between your buttons popping the top three and flicking the material open to show the top of your cleavage. “Peeled from their fingers, before they immersed themselves in water in the vain hope of reaching shore,” he hummed in satisfaction taking a moment to admire your bosom before nodding to two of his men who flanked you. The man pouring the kersone did so right over Lassen’s boots.

”One of them sank immediately and perished. But to our amazement, the big one, he showed great spirit. In spite of all the odds...he painstakingly made it to shore,” he moved away from you, focusing on the boys, the kersone spilling over the food you were defiantly going to eat. You looked over the poor destroyed treats running your tongue over your teeth. You could feel your patience getting thin. The boys were getting riled up as well. The cruelness of the Majors story was sickening. ”We followed and cheered him on,” The major feigned encouraged excitement. “And rewarded this impressive achievement with a bullet, to the back, of his head,” Lassen eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. A cruel man. “Isn’t that funny? Why aren’t you laughing?” the major asked. The tension was so thick at that point just about anything could cut it. What did though was a bang, then the sound of bullets firing from below deck. The soldiers erupted in confusion and at the very second Lassen snapped up his arm, lashing out. The knife he gripped with white knuckles slashed clean across the major’s throat. The blood sputtered from the clutched wound, the crimson red running through the pretty white sailor’s uniform. He then turned to the one on his left and did the same. Gus unveiled the gun he had hidden under the table, taking out the soldier who stood on the far front of the ship than the one at the other. You stamped your foot down on the edge of your gun, hidden by a simple rucksack, and the barrel snapped up into your hold. Hoisting it up, you tucked your finger on the trigger, tilting the gun first to the left, hovering it right under the solders chin before blowing his brains into a beautiful burst of red. You then tilted it to the right and did the same. Hasey emerged from below, quickly taking out another two while Gus took out one that ran from around the side. Hasey walked past you as you hoisted your gun up into a proper position, taking out the one that followed him as he took out the remaining soldier on the boarding boat. You all then turned to Lassen as he expertly dispatched the last three with nothing but his knife. He walked past you shoving a solider, all the while stabbing his neck until he went limp. He then shoved him to the side before literally gutting the last one before shoving him over the side of the ship. The solider he had killed moments before hung over over the railing. Reaching down Lassen grabbed the scuff of his pants, lifting it and chucking him over board. All of which Gus watched with a bemused smile and you with an impressed prop of your eyebrow. ”Nice work, Lassen,” Gus cheerily said setting his gun down. With all the danger now disposed of, you let your gun lower.

“Work, looked more like art to me,” you said, Lassen giving you a breathy nod of acknowledgement. ”There’s more where they came from,” he said, gesturing to the war ship behind him. ”Yes,” Gus squinted off. You moved forward, getting yourself ready, resting your gun on the railing as you kneeled. Lassen groaned as he heaved up the dead major with one hand, the other pupating the major’s hand to wave limply. Gus opened his spy glass, looking through it. ”Not sure it’s working, Lassen. The captain looks rather agitated,” Gus stated as Freedy emerged from the sea hoisting himself up onto the boarding boat. ”They’re bringing their guns to bear,” Gus barely finished the sentence when a missile was shot. The boys all looked behind them as the missile exploded into the sea a fair distance from the boat. ”They’ll find their range soon sir,” Hasey warned. ”Freddy, should we be worried?” Gus asked. ”Oh, I don’t think so, sir. It’s a rather large explosive, so I set a rather large fuse. I located the outside of the powder room, so when it goes bang, it really should go bang,” Freddy explanation was finished by another missile firing. ”Closer...” Hesey stated, the worry clear in his voice. ”Taking out the captain won’t stop the missiles,” you stated. ”Bet you a tenner for a cock shot on the captain,” Gus suggested. A split second later you had changed target and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out and you pulled back. Gus chuckled maniacally as the captain doubled over, clutching what remained as blood spattered onto the wall behind him. ”Should be any second now, chaps,” Freddy stated. You had to admit you were getting nervous. They seemed to have their range now. The boys felt it, two nervously shifting from foot to foot. ”Freddy?!” Gus questioned. A moment later the explosive went off, then the powder went off, resulting in a spectacular explosion. You whistled as the wind from the explosion wafted over you all. ”Good work, Frederick,” Gus congratulated him. ”Thank you, Captain. Now, any chance you can tell us what we’re doing here, sir?” he asked. You propped your gun against your shoulder looking at your brother, wondering the exact same thing. ”Dry yourself off, frogman, and I’ll tell you,“ Gus said, collapsing the spyglass. ”The curiosity is eating us all up, sir,” Hasey said.

”So fiance?” Lassen asked as you all waited for Freddy. ”What you didn’t know?” you asked with a half serious expression. ”Lassen you bastard. Didn’t even ask for my blessing,” Gus commented. ”I would have if I had known. I mean, it’s all so sudden. I’ve only met you this morning,” Lassen said gesturing to you. ”Your right. It was a rather long courting period,” you nodded, a smile breaking your face as you couldn’t keep up the act. Hesey watched in amusement at the interaction. ”Do I have any say in the matter?” Lassen asked, raising his eyebrows. ”Course not darling dear,” you grinned. Lassen grinned back, taking note of the funny feeling that stirred within him. The way you called him darling. He liked it very much. Once Freddy had changed, you all gathered around the table all looking to Gus expectantly. Freddy was seated at the table. Hasey leaned against the stairs and Lassen found himself a seat on one of the beds. You sat opposite your brother fiddling with some of the charting instruments. ”I apologize for all the secrecy, chaps. But this is an unsanctioned, unofficial, and unauthorized mission. If we’re picked up by the Brits, we will all go to jail. If we’re picked up by the Germans, torture and death,” Gus explained. Lassens lips twitched up in a a half smirk at the audacity Gus had. You leaned back in your chair. You knew it was going to be a danger. Your brother only ever called on you when he absolutely needed it. ”So, it’s just the four of us, and her then?” You frowned at the slight quip Freddy unknowingly gave. After all he held no malice in his words. ”Five of us, And Captain Appleyard,” Gus said. You perked up at the name of your old friend. ”Granny’s gonna be there?” you asked. The nick name granny came around in a sort of roundabout way. Appleyard = apples = apple pie = granny smith’s apple pies = granny. ”He’s responsible for securing this information. He is, however, in a spot of bother. He is being held by the Germans on La Palma,” you frowned at the news as Gus pointed out the small speck on the map. ”Our first job is to liberate,” Gus stated simply. ”Oh, so, that’s all, is it?” Hasey asked sarcastically. ”No. We need to confirm Appleyard’s intelligence. That’s why there are two more agents on their way to Fernando Po by train, as we speak,” Gus explained. You picked up a measuring instrument, plotting it along the map to ruffly calculate the time it would take to get there. ”Doing what, exactly?” Lassen asked. ”They’ll be ensuring that those ships are filled with supplies, so they’re worth blowing up in the first place,” Gus said. ”I mean any german ship it worth blowing up,” you muttered. ”True but these ships insure and supply the uboats that have been giving us a hard time,” Gus explained. ”No u boats means Americans on British soil and the British feed,” you whispered realizing the importance of such a mission. Gus nodded. The seriousness of it all sunk in to the group. ”So no pressure, then?” you stated with a bright smile.

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=Plus a Woman or Two=

Upon the Maid Honour the four gentlemen sat around their communication device. Hasey listened closely on the headphones writing down the translated morse code. ”Rendezvous confirmed. Arriving by Aunt Hilda,” Hasey read out as they all turned to Gus, who smirked. ”Aunt Hilda?” Freddy asked. ”When we were children, we were looked after by our aunt. Mean old woman. We called her the enemy. It means dear old pat will be arriving in an enemy vessel,” Gus seemed to ponder the strangeness to it just as the others did. ”Enemy vessel. Hell be bringing Nazis with him?” Lassen asked. ”No, Pat’s far too smart for that. Probably nicked a boat and doesn’t want us to blow it up,” Gus shrugged. ”So this Pat fella. A sniper, you say?” Freddy asked, voicing the curiosity they all shared. ”One of the best,” Gus stated proudly. ”Some to watch our backs from afar?” Hasey acknowledged the well thought out addition. Having the extra security of a guardian angle watching over them would provide unfathomable reassurance. ”Exactly. Our own little guardian angle,” Gus nodded. ”And when will our angle arrive?” Lassen asked.

A day later, all the men, minus Apple, stood upon the deck of the ship. Gus finished his last rotation, sighing as he lowered his spyglass. ”Two hours late. It’s not looking good,” Freddy commented, taking a draw of his pipe as he rested up against the railing. ”Your right. Dear old Pat’s never late. Something’s wrong,” Gus muttered, a sinking feeling filling his gut. ”Don’t worry. If he shares any of your blood he’ll be fine,” Hasey had heard of Pat many a time. And he knew how deeply Gus cared for his younger sibling. ”Still,” Gus tapped the spyglass nervously as he scanned the horizon. Lassen sat atop the roof of the boat, frowned as a soft buzzing entered his ears. Tilting his head, he listened closer. ”Can you hear that?” he asked. ”Hear what?” Freddy asked. Turning his head once again Lassen held his hand to point to the sky. ”That,” he said. The rest of them listened in and after a few seconds, they could hear it. ”Sounds like a,” Hasey trailed off as they all shared a look. ”A plane,” Gus finished as they all stood to their feet, each searching the sky in worry. For there was another threat upon the path of the sea they were taking. Nazi bombers looking for British destroyers to sink. Bombers that if they didn’t find what they were, looking for could take out their anger on a little Swedish fishing boat. ”There!” Freddy pointed out to the left of the boat. They all rushed to the side, Gus looking through the spyglass. There, painted with big nazi’s symbols, was a fighter plane, headed stright towards them. ”ARM YOURSELVES MEN!” Gus’s yell had them all scrambling for weapons. Hasey was the first down below deck, rushing for where they kept the guns. Freddy jumped down after him. Gus and Lassen watched as the plane swooped down faster than expected. ”TAKE COVER!” Hasey emerged from below deck his gun raised searching for the plane, his head jerking up as it soared over head. Seeing a mass dropping from the plane, they all threw themselves to cover. What they assumed to be a bomb landed on the deck with a heady thud and a slight bounce. After a few seconds of not being blown to bits, they all recovered, looking at the so-called bomb. Gus was the first to approach. ”It’s a bag,” he stated, unzipping it to find an assortment of clothes and guns inside. They all turned to the right where the plane continued to fly, away and lowering inch by inch steadily. To their surprise, the pilot jumped from the plane, disappearing into the water below. Shortly after, in an explosive mess, the plane crashed into the waves.

Calmly the leather flight cap bobbed from the depths of the waves to watch the plane you had previously been in sink into the waves. With a small satisfied smile you turned around and started to swim towards the ship.

As you approached, you paused slightly. You couldn’t see your brother. The possibility of the meetup being a trap was quite probable. After all, you have made a long list of enemies. Your hand clasped around your lower leg where the outline of a knife handle could be felt. With your assurance plan still intact, you continued on. You were in quit a large flight suit which in no way made it easy to swim, but it also covered your womanly curves. Gus, and Freddy held their new acquaintance at gun point as you heaved yourself up the side of the boat. Coughing and sputtering, you played the waterlogged victim as you kneeled down. Hasey with a handgun in hold, crept forward. ”You alright lad?” Hasey tried to get a better look at your face, keeping his distance while slowly creeping forward. Only he wasn’t distanced enough. You took one quick look around, your vision clouded and stinging from the salt water, made out no recognizable features. So you did the next logical thing. Your hand slipped under your pant leg gripping the knife tightly as you lept forward, elbowing Hasey in the neck. The poor lad gasped in shock as you took his hand, spinning his arm around, holding it in a lock, as you kicked out the back of his knee, bringing him to kneel.

Your movements were too quick and sudden for them to react, and you held Hasey in such a way that you used his body to shield your own. With a painful twist of the arm, his gun clattered to the deck. The glint of metal put them all on edge as you pressed the blade to the lad’s neck. Now these were strangers to you, quite possibly enemies. More than likely, Nazi’s with the guns they held towards you. So you held no remorse as you pressed the blade into the soft flesh, drawing a drop of blood. You cursed yourself for the stupidity of falling for such a trick, your mind racing with an impossible plan to get yourself out of the mess you had made. ”DROP THE BLADE!” Freddy demanded. You paused. English?

”Come on now, don’t be stupid,” another said with a heavy Swedish accent. Swedish? You peeked out from behind the lad’s shoulder. ”Shoot em!” he yelled. Irish? ”You’re not Nazi’s,” your soft voice, although gruff, was unmistakably feminine. That fact had them all pausing in shock. ”I would hope not,” a voice all too familiar drew your gaze to the man that held the gun to the left. ”Gusley?” you questioned. Gus’ eye widened at the familiar nickname. ”Pat?” he questioned. You moved further out from behind the lad, displaying your full face. You blinked rapidly, your vision clearing as you squinted. It was your brother, you were sure of that. Only you almost didn’t recognise him with his new but stylish beard. ”What on earth have you got on your face?” you asked. ”What? You don’t like it? I think it’s rather stylish,” Gus laughed in joy at your arrival, brushing his hand down the length of his beard. The other men frowned but eased up at the sudden friendly exchanged between the two. Even though they were beyond confused as to why he referred to you as Pat. ”Captain, who is this?” Freddy asked hesitantly. ”Ah Caps. It is my incredible honour to introduce to you Pat. Pat is short for Patience, my dear little sister,” Gus smiled brightly. A smile that greatly over shunned the utterly perplexed expressions of his fellow sailors. ”Pat This is Anders Lassen, Freddy Alvares, and that poor chap your seconds away from decapitating is Henry Haynes,” Gus introduced the small group. You frowned, looking down at the lad. ”Malcoml’s little brother?” you asked. ”The one and only,” Gus stated. ”Can’t be, he’s far too pretty,” you said, Hasey unsure whether or not he should be offended by the statement looked to Lassen for help. Just as confused as he was, Lassen shrugged. You looked to the giant of the man, your eyes flickering worriedly down to the knife he held at the ready. Then back up to his eyes as your gazes meet. Handsome, you thought. ”Agreed. But don’t suppose you could let him go, regardless. He’s looking a little frightened,” Gus said. Realizing it wasn’t a trap, your body relaxed your hold on the lad, losing raising your blade up with an open palm to show you meant no harm. At the action, the other men seemed to calm down, their weapons lowering. Hayes scampered from you retreating to the safety behind Freddy’s gun. ”Patience. I missed you,” Gus’ smile was filled with love as he opened his arms, awaiting the hug he was sure to receive. You pondered a moment for the most acuate answer to his assumption. You started to move towards him, the knife falling to the deck as the same hand reached up to grasp the piolets cap. Gripping the top of it you were now mere steps away from your dear brother. A man you loved without bounds. The others watched on to what they assumed was going to be a heartfelt reunion. Only there shock exploded when you ripped the cap from your head, your long fiery locks alighting in the bright sun. And your right hand reeling back. When Gus realized what you intended to do with the hand, it was too late. The cracking sound of a nose breaking filled the air around you as you let loose one jolly good and well-deserved punch. Falling flat on his ass holding a now bleeding nose, Gus recoiled from the shock. ”Fuck you, Gustavus,” you spat. ”What in the blazes was that for!?” Gus asked in bewilderment. ”For getting yourself arrested, you idiotic numpty. Honestly, how stupid do you have to do to do such a thing?” you scolded the fully grown man like a toddler. ”Well, it wasen’t exactly my intention,” he grunted, pushing himself to his feet, cursing as he looked at his bloodied hand.

”You know how worried I was about you? Thought you were captured by enemies. Imagin my surprise when I was informed that your in fact not capture but arrested for what was it again?” You asked sarcastically. ”You know I can’t seem to remember,” Gus shrugged, whipping the blood on his cuff. ”For blowing up a fellow majors shack after you lost a BET!” you snapped. ”He cheated,” Gus shrugged. The scowl on your face had his hands raised in defense. ”My dear, I sincerely apologize,” he placed a hand over his heart, giving you one of his famous cheeky smiles. With a sigh, you felt the grip on your anger fade away as you closed the distance once again. Only this time, you wrapped your arms around the brother you had dearly missed, hugging him tightly. ”Bloody idiot,” you whispered. With a warm smile Gus’ arms enclosed around your small figure, him having to lean over slightly to rest his chin on the top of your head. ”Good to see you Patsy,” he whispered back. ”I am so confused,” Hasey earned nods of agreement from the other men. ”What’s there to be confused about?” Gus questioned, pulling back to tuck you under his arm. You glanced over the men properly this time. Taking them all in. ”Pleasure to meet you all,” you gave a small polite nod. The group examined the pair of you. Gus’ bright bloodied smile and all the way down to your bare feet. Due to you having kicked them off in the struggle of swimming. A strange pair indeed. ”I wish I could say the same,” Hayse muttered, his fingers brushing against the small cut. ”I apologise. I thought you were Nazis,” you shrugged. ”You thought we were Nazi’s?” Lassen asked, nodding to where the plane had disappeared. “Your the one arriving in a Nazi plane,” he stated. ”Yes well. I was in enemy territory. Options for transport were limited. Apologies for the scare gents,” you said, brushing back a few strands of hair. A few more seconds of accepting and computing the new arrival was had. ”Quit a slow lot, aren’t they?” you whispered to Gus, who chuckled. ”Give them a second,” Gus said. ”So this Pat isn’t a lad at all. She’s a woman, your little sister, and a sniper?” Hayes clarified. ”Why didn’t you tell us before?” Freddy asked. ”You didn’t ask. In fact, you assumed. Not once did I call her a him,” Gus explained. ”Didn’t call her a she either,” Lassen pointed out. You looked to him, finding no malice in his statement. He held your gaze steady, offering a small smile as he propped an eyebrow.

”You’ll forgive me gentlemen. I do enjoy the theatrics surrounding the Angle of Death’s gender,” he stated with a cheeky grin. ”Please tell me you didn’t just put me on a boat with men that think a gun has no place in a woman’s hands,” you sighed a look, daring them to protest otherwise. In a time where woman were considered creatures of the kitchen, there were many that would frown upon your presence. ”Gus says you're good enough for this team. That’s good enough for me,” Hasey shrugged. ”From what we just saw, I’m sure you're well capable,” Lassen gestured towards you. You nodded, then turned to the last one, who, while his gun was lowered, was still at the ready. ”No problem here,” he stated, letting it hang at his side. ”Good, well, i’m going to get changed out of these wet clothes. Any of you poke your head down there, I’ll chop your balls off and force feed them down your throat before I pulled them out of your stomach though your gut. Understood?” you asked, picking up the knife stopping at the entrance to below deck turning to them all awaiting a answer. Nods and agreements were passed around and when you were satisfied you went below deck. ”What a woman,” Lassen comment had each and every one of them nodding with remarks of agreement.

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Gus March-Phillips. A great, if not slightly mad man stood in a room in front of some very high-ranking men. Who in all their mighty power were in Gus’ opinion, groveling for his help. A welcome and successful change from pervious accusations of insubordination and such. In any case, it gave him a chance to kill Nazis again. And he would not pass up such an opportunity. ”If I’m to do this, I’ll need my own team. You won’t like them.They’re all, uh...” he paused to think of an accurate word. “mad,” he admitted honestly and with the upmost respect. ”They’ll need to be. Give us their names,” a man Gus knew affectionally as M stated, gladdened at the agreement. ”Henry Hayes. A smart, young Irishman who hates the Nazis because his older brother, who was a close friend of mine, drowned after a U-boat sank his fishing trawler. I’ve taken him under my wing ever since. He’s cunning, quiet and wily. More to the point, Hayes is a magnificent sailor and I trust him,” Gus started. ”If we’re going to try and sink a large ship, we’ll need Freddy “The Buzz” frogman. He can swim across the channel with his feet tied together. Admittedly, he’s a convicted arsonist and a terrible misery unless he’s destroying something. But he’s very good at blowing things up,” M listened closely as he lit his pipe. The second recommend man coming at a bit of a shock. ”Next, we’ll need the Danish hammer,” Fleming, the one who was in charge of writing down the names, looked up at the familiar and infamous title. “Anders Lassen. Grew up wrestling bears and hunting elk on his family estate. He’s a legend with a Bowie knife and a bow and arrow. He ran away at 18 to fight the Nazis after the Gestapo tortured his brother to death. He gave up filleting game for gutting Nazis. He then turned up on our shores ready to fight alongside us. He is an uncontrollable mad dog who knows a hundred creative ways to kill a man,” Gus finished. ”Most importantly, we’ll need Geoffrey Appleyard,” Gus stated. ”Yes, we thought you might. That’s why we sent him on a reconnaissance mission to Fernando Po. Unfortunately, the Nazis nabbed him on his return,” Fleming said with an apologetic smile. ”All the more reason. He knows what we need to know. He’s a master planner, a master survivor, a chess grand master and a surgeon with the blade. We spent two weeks together in a Dunkirk foxhole and if it wasn’t for Apple, I would still be there today. No Apple, no mission,” Gus put forth the ultimatum, speaking with nothing but reverence for his friend. ”I’m afraid that’s impossible,” M said with a shake of his head. ”Why?” Gus asked. ”Because he’s being held by an entire German garrison on La Palma,” M’s explanations barley even registered to Gus. Who with a nonchalant shrug said, “La Palma’s on the way,” The beautiful Marjorie scoffed at Gus’s blatant confidence, with heron by her side sharing in her opinion with a shake of his head.

”That’s insanity,” M thought Gus had to be joking. ”You let me worry about that,” Gus said dismissively. ”Alright we have our list,” Fleming stated, moving to set the pen down. ”Uh-ah,” Gus wagged his finger at him. ”It looks to me you're assembling more of a platoon than a team,” M said, taking a long draw of his pipe. ”Only one more. Patience Evangaline March-Phillips,” M sighed at what he knew was long coming. ”March-Phillips? A relative?” Marjorie asked, intrigued at the mention of another woman’s name. ”I’m sorry, a woman?” Fleming asked with a small scoff. Marjorie’s and Gus’ heated looks had him swallowing his earlier statement and writing down the name to avoid their gazes. ”My dear little sister. She’s made quiet a name for herself. The red angle she’s called,” everyone in the room could recall the name. A famous name that had eared its reverence. Yet that fact was overshadowed by the announcement that the owner of the title was a woman. “One of the best snipers the world has ever seen which last time I checked has successfully dispatched every target assigned to her. She can dispatch a man from about 2000 yards away. She’s also a wiz with anything mechanical. Anything that breaks she can fix. She knows how to build a gun from scratch and can name every kind off the top of her head. She’s fluent in seven different languages and she dabbles in aviation. That, of course, only covers the skills she is proficient in,” A beaming pride shone through Gus as he spoke of his little sister. ”Mad like you?” Heron asked. ”Alas, she is the sensible one of the two of us,” Gus chuckled. ”Very well. If you wish to bring your own flesh and blood into the folds of danger, so be it,” M’s statement had Gus glancing down. Of course, he wouldn’t want such a thing. If he had it his way, his sister would be happy tucked away in some country home, falling in love with a farmer with her only care being what to cook for her next breakfast. That was half the reason he threw himself into the war. Only she threw herself in right after him. They had stayed together in their earlier military days. Their time together ended when they were separated and Gus was imprisoned. ”She was put in danger the moment Hitler gave his first salute,” Gus stated. It was true. It was not only the solider’s who were facing danger every day. Air raid’s of Britain left no woman or child safe. ”Very well, you have your team,” M’s nodded. Gus smiled, cocking his head slightly, his eyes raking down M’s body. ”I must get me one of those coats,”

Stepping out into the cold night air, lighting a cigar at his lips, Gus on his person sported several stolen items. A total of 8 Cigar’s, not counting the one alight between his teeth. 1 high quality, gold cased lighter. 1 tailored high end coat. 1 belly full of high grade liquer. And one gleeful smile.

On the other side of the world, sat in a little shack, was a woman. About her allied solider’s shuffled about at their down time, playing cards and such. The only woman in the room, she held in her hands a dismantled hand gun, intently cleaning every nook. The rays of sunlight filtered through the shoddy window slightly, her simple features, her focused brown eyes and her well kept but unruly brown hair bound tightly into a braid. That woman was the sister of Gus. ”Patience, personal message, from a,” a young solider barely wet behind the ears frowned at the name upon the piece of paper. “Duchess Dickward,” her movements stilled, and she slowly turned a glint of familiar recognition passing through her eyes.

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Chapter 2