(Y/n) stood alone, looking out into the dark French skies as the rest of the team sat around the fire; all of them glad that they had survived the day, and apart from a few cuts and Toll and Galgo being grazed by bullets from enemy guns, they had come through it virtually unscathed. The day had been as successful as anyone could have hoped for, the forth Division had only endured 197 casualties, they had cleared the beach and immediate area in less than an hour of the landings, and now they along with The Expendables were 6 miles in land.

"(Y/n) darlin, you ok?" Barney asked, coming to stand behind her, his hand cautiously resting on her shoulder.

(Y/n) thought that she had seen many things before, thought that she had seen a lot of life; but nothing could have prepared her for what she had seen. Even though the casualties had been considered low, the sight of the bodies of men that she knew was not something that she had been truly able to prepare for; but she knew that their job was only just about to begin, and there would probably be a lot more bodies before this war was over. Now that they were in France, the boys job was to get (Y/n) to the German General by any means possible, and she would have to use every ounce of training that the OSS had given her to achieve their goal.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Barney, just thinking." (Y/n) said, as she turned around to face the big man, her hand gently cupping his cheek as her thumb brushed softly over the fresh cuts on his skin.

"We have a long way to go, and I just don't want to mess up, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you or one of the boys because of me." (Y/n) told Barney, looking over towards the rest of the team who were trying to cook up what meagre rations they had with them.

"You ain't gonna mess up (Y/n), this is what you were trained for, and me and the guys are all big enough and ugly enough to look after ourselves; nothing is gonna happen to any of us." Barney said, trying to reassure and obviously highly apprehensive (Y/n).

"Captain Ross, Lieutenant (Y/l/n)?" A man asked, coming up behind the two as they continued to talk.

"The General would like to see you." The young corporal said, saluting to the pair as he gestured for them to follow.

"Ah, Captain, Lieutenant, been one hell of a day hasn't it?" The General said as (Y/n) and Barney saluted the superior officer.

"So, we have retrieved your equipment that was dropped with the paratroopers this morning, I can't say that I am a fan of your mission Lieutenant, but a gentleman called Church has seemingly insisted that it is imperative that this German General be taken back safely to England. We have found a staff car and troop carrier that you can use, they are not in the best condition, but from what I've been told, you have a certain talent with machinery, Lieutenant. Once you leave the main group I can't offer you any support, I need every man I have so you will be on your own; I can only wish you and your team the best of luck and good fortune Lieutenant, just know that the rest of us are right behind you. Now, corporal Andrews here will show you to your gear, and then the vehicles you need. Good fortune." The General told the two, saluting to them before he turned back to study a large map that was spread out on a makeshift table.

Following the young corporal, (Y/n) couldn't help but hope that all their equipment had landed, and also that their mission was not going to end up getting them shot by the allies by mistake, or by the Nazis, as spies; it was never going to be an easy mission, (Y/n) knew that when she took it on, but now they were here, and the reality of it hit, the whole thing had taken on a new urgency.

"These are your bags, ma'am, and the staff car and truck are just over by that building." The corporal said, pointing over to the nose of the Mercedes that poked out from behind the corner of the tumbled down building.

"Corporal. Can you possibly supply us with some German guns? I need a few Gewehr 41s, at least one MP40, and two Walther P38s if possible." (Y/n) said, as she looked through the stack of uniforms and equipment in the bags.

"Er..... yes ma'am, I'll see what I can do; I know that the guys captured a few Nazi weapons so I'll go see what I can round up for you." The corporal said, saluting before he rushed off into the dark French night.

"Good idea, dahlin; I don't think that there will be too many people where we are going that will be carrying Thompsons, and Enfields." Barney said, looking down at his trusty sidearm knowing that it was better to replace it for a little while with something slightly less American.

"Caesar won't like the fact that he has to give up his Sten though." Barney told (Y/n), as he looked over her shoulder and into the large bags that she was rummaging around in.

"I'm afraid that swapping his Sten for an MP40 will be the least of his worries." (Y/n) sighed as she looked up at Barney.

"Ma'am." Corporal Andrews called out, as he and another serviceman carried over armfuls of guns.

"We found enough Gewehrs for you, and I managed to rustle up two of the MP40s, but I couldn't find any Walthers, so I hope that these Mauser C96s will do." Andrews said, as (Y/n) came over to check out the guns and ammunition.

"They'll do. Now tell me, is there anyone around here that can cut hair?" (Y/n) asked the bemused young men, who instantly looked at Barney.

"Er, well ma'am, I'm not sure that there are any hairdressers........." Andrews began, before an angry (Y/n) interrupted him.

"I'm not asking for a damn coiffure here, Corporal. I need a man with a pair of scissors or clippers, so if you know one, you can take me to him now." (Y/n) told the still highly confused young man.

"Captain, I would appreciate it if you would have these bags taken to where the rest of the team are; I will join you as soon as I have finished with the barber." (Y/n) instructed Barney before following behind the corporal and into the mass of soldiers.

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"At least wait until (Y/n) gets back, will ya Caesar." Barney called out, as the large man began to try and look into the large bags.

"But she's been gone for like an hour." Caesar groaned, as he sat back down at the fire with the rest of the boys.

"What the hell did she need a haircut for anyway?" Caesar asked, as he sat next to Toll, trying the push his friend from the log on which he sat.

"I don't know, but whatever her reason, this is (Y/n)'s show now, our job is to get her to this damn General, and then get them and ourselves back to England." Barney told Caesar and the rest of the team, as (Y/n) suddenly appeared, the men looking at her in disbelief.

"What the hell have you done to yourself (Y/n)?" Christmas asked, as he looked up at the woman whose long hair had disappeared to be replaced by a military style man's haircut.

"How many male SS officers have you seen with long hair, Christmas; and from now on you will all address me as Strumbannfuhrer Jäger, I am your superior officer, and you are all now members of the Schutzstaffel; your new names, ranks, serial numbers and identification cards are in these files, I want you to read, memories, and then burn this information, your uniforms are in the bags, and Corporal Andrews should have already delivered your new weapons. From the moment we leave here tomorrow, until we re-join the allied forces, you will think German, be German, and for those that can speak German, that will be the only language you use; and those of you that can't, well we will deal with that when the situation arises. We have a long journey to Rennes which is approximately 124 miles from here, Gunnar will be driving the staff car which will carry myself, Barney and Christmas; Toll you will be driving the troop carrier with Galgo, and I need you Caesar and you Doc to be in the back, I'm afraid I have a special disguise for you two." (Y/n) told the team as she handed out the files and threw the bags towards them.

"Why do Caesar and Doc get special treatment?" Christmas enquired as he smirked, looking over at the two large men that seemed to be glaring at him.

"Tell me Lieutenant, how many black Nazi soldiers have you ever seen?" (Y/n) asked, shaking her head as Christmas seemed to finally realise their predicament.

"Now gentlemen, you have a very long night learning your new personas, and I have a very long night making sure that those two vehicles work and look like it belongs to a German officer. We will be leaving the rest of the battalion at 0700 hours; have a good night." (Y/n) said, before turning around and made her way over to where the staff car and truck waited for her attention.

"I don't know about you Barn, but I think (Y/n) is even sexier when she takes charge." Christmas chuckled, as he opened his file and began to read.

"You can say that again Christmas, ya can say that again." Barney said, his eyes following his lovers form as she disappeared off into the mass of men.