"That might be for the best. Some of Franco's supporters are still around, mostly with the regime of Herr Hitler. From what I've heard, there's no love lost between you and Franco, but... For the sake of the mission, no?" Maria watched as the silk fluttered, before looking towards the Spaniard. "Collect that. Before those [i]cazzos[/i] find them." She looked up, the plane roaring away. "We appear to have lost some members. No matter, this was... Expected. We should make it to the safehouse, I gave the English gent directions. They should be able to find us, if not, there's no doubt that they can survive out here."

"Oh, and Belasý. We're counting on each other to survive. Just because you're a soldier doesn't mean you can go it alone- in fact, even the best soldiers should know that. There is an army out there, and we won't be fighting them head on...."

"We'll be hurting them when they don't expect it."