Reinhilde Amstein cooked a local deer over a nice campfire built at the top of the German base. It was only some hours earlier she had “liberated” the area, slaughtering every last Nazi soldier. She had already raided the armaments, taking all the bullets  and ammunition she could carry comfortably and stuffing her pockets with enough explosives to level a small office building. With the way the world was working right now, she had to take whatever she could from the monsters she executed, else she’d have run out of ammo ages ago. 

The nice meal wasn’t a sign of relaxation however. This was just to get her strength back before more work. There was always more work to be done. Stomp out one roch, twenty more came crawling out of the cracks. That’s how it was with these Nazis too. Whenever she liberated a base, communications went quiet and they always sent in reinforcements, or a scouting party, to check it out. They always got more than they bargained for, but she always had to keep on moving. The same would be said of today, too.

Reinhilde looked out over the landscape around the outpost, noting the mines she had placed in the road, and directly by the entryways. A few grenades setup with trip wires had already been placed in the surrounding trees, and a couple grenade bouquets wired to the doors inside the base too, for good measure. Still it wasn’t enough. It was never enough to erase those monsters. Her eyes laid over to the head of the deer she had skinned and roasted, the decapitated animal staring back with a look of eternal death. Sad, but it served a better purpose.

Something caught Reinhilde’s eye, specifically where Shoot to Thrill was active, up in the sky. She stood up and focused on a tiny dot. Shoot to Thrill zoomed in revealing it was a small plane. The plane descended below the tree line, out of sight. She frowned and swapped over to x-ray mode, but without telescopic mode it was too far off to get any details despite being able to spot the craft through the trees. Well, it wasn’t long before the plane took off like a bat out of Hell, but it left… [i]something[/i] behind. Something moving. Strike that, several somethings. People.

“<Looks like I had less time to prepare than I initially thought,>” she softly spoke in her native Austrian tongue. “<Not enough soldiers to push me out, though. Very well, I will defend this position until they are all dead.>” 

Reinhilde Amstein loaded all her guns and climbed to the top of the highest position, then took a sniper’s position. There was nothing left to do now but wait...