Maria felt as the troop carrier jolted, a soldier quickly hopping into the cab at the front. She sighed and anticipated the question already, tossing her cigarette neatly out of the rear of the vehicle, the white stick twirling neatly and landing in a patch of mud. First, she turned to the Spaniard, he had to know about his… Added weight. “Oscar, you’re carrying three bars of near-solid gold. Be careful, yes? Before you ask, it’s because paper notes can go out of style, but gold? Gold is always worth something. We’re only humans after all.” She smiled and rubbed her hands together, feeling every pothole and rut that the truck drove over painfully through the seats.

What else… She had the Welrod, the field agent kit was tucked away in her sausage bag inside the plane, along with a few other important pieces of equipment. Mostly money, some identification papers that would be needed to get around. The unusual nature of their group would make any travelling damned hard, but she reckoned if they split up and went in small groups, they could easily make it through the checkpoints. If she went with the Englishman, and the Polish girl came with them, they would just look like another family. The Spaniard would cause some serious issues; men like him were normally in the army, but she had the documentation to show that he had an exclusion pass to the military…

The Jew. Fuck. If they gave him a closer look and even so much as [i]suspected[/i] that he was part of the persecuted group, they were all fucked. The same with the Gypsy too, although he, at least, had the benefits of being Irish. Irishmen in France weren’t rare [i]per say,[/i] but It would still be an unusual sighting when they moved away from Paris and started heading towards the German border. Also, there would be the small matter of Hydragruppe. As soon as reports of superpowered individuals attacking Nazi soldiers came, they would be out in a flash.

So much to worry about… She had known about this of course, it would not be her first time in command, but she felt personally responsible for these men and women. Most of them didn’t exactly have a choice on this operation, and she didn’t want them all to end up in coffins, or worse, a camp. Of course, they all had the S-Pills*, but she wanted to avoid using those if at all possible.
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Hydragruppe was certainly an interesting little group. Three Germans, one naturally superpowered, two wholly devoted to the cause, and one who it was doubted even knew, or cared, what had become of himself. Then you had the foreigners, most of whom had been subjected to torture in order to cause their latent powers to activated… It was certainly not the best group morale wise, but it would do its job, especially with the so-called ‘Angel of the Reich’ walking with them. Smiling with her bright blonde hair, she was the very symbol of the perfect Aryan woman. Debates were going on whether it was a good idea for her to conceive, but for now she was still a powerful individual.

*S-Pills: Suicide pills. A small capsule hidden on the agent somewhere, sometimes within reach of his or her mouth, that when ingested causes death in between 30-60 seconds. Vital for anyone who doesn’t want to end up being tortured by the Gestapo.