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The duties of a partisan were always dangerous. The looming threat of assault, humiliation, detainment, or even execution was a very real risk for everyone involved. Every day was a search for anything for their cause. Documents, food, medicine were all procured from the sympathy of others. Munitions hidden under the bread baskets of the young were, unfortunately, not an impossibility. For Lilliane, supporting those brave enough to fight was her duty. Currently, it lead her to a long, empty strip of farmland with a small handful of partisans to welcome a plane.

For Lilliane, the details of the landing came the day before. Her request for any sort of medical supplies was a necessity for those who fought with guns and bullets. It was easy to figure out if someone was a partisan if they were injured. It was pretty hard to explain gunshot wounds. What little supplies the nationals had were rationed, making it difficult to procure enough for even the smallest of injury.

As the small plane became audible to the partisans, Lilliane gave the order. They each lit their hay stacks, flickering orange lights illuminating a makeshift runway. As soon as the plane touched down, the partisans dumped buckets of water over the blaze with a sizzle and a plume of smoke. The dark of night did well in hiding the dissipating smoke from any distant eyes.

While before they were relatively safe before, they weren't anymore. Time was now of the essence. The arrival of a global tour of nationalities in odd outfits carrying an entire pallet with them made it considerably harder to explain everything away as countrymen who wanted to get blasted in the middle of a field. Even Lilliane was wearing the clothes of a rural countrywoman in order to blend in.

One of the strangers—a woman wearing a leather jacket—came up to her. Whether it was because she was the closest, smallest and least-threatening looking, or was actually chosen because she was more or less in charge was a mystery to her. She chose the right one, though, which was impressive enough.

[color=E1DAD0]"I'm certain you can remember orders for more than two hours."[/color] Lilliane told the overt operator. For someone like Lilliane, working with competent people was a necessity. Even the simple question of "What's first?" filled her with disdain for the one who asked it. It made it seem like they had no idea what was going on. [color=E1DAD0]"We're moving to a secondary location to spend the rest of the night. Anywhere around here is much too hot."[/color]

The arrival of the large man carrying the pallet had punctuated the venom in her words. It was harder to take a childish looking woman seriously when a person nearby could pick her up by the skull and dunk her into the earth.