"Welcome to France Comrades!" The first Frenchman to speak was an obviously muscular and obviously disfigured farmhand. He was brawny and built like a workhorse, but his face drooped down on one side, patches of hair missing and his skin slightly burnt. A tragedy, but one that had got him out of being forcibly conscripted by the boche. "Speak to the foreign agent here, she's the one that coordinates the drops." He would toss a thumb towards Lilianne, and then jam a pitchfork into the hay bales, breaking them apart so that the burnt parts wouldn't be as obvious.

The plan was really quite simple. Cars by this point had become something of an oddity, allowed to be used exclusively by the German occupiers. This meant that bicycles, horses, and, of course, good old fashioned walking were the ways that most Frenchmen now got about, even in the metropolitan areas where once the rumble of motor engines had never ceased. With that in mind, the group would take a short hike dangerously close to a nazi checkpoint in order to reach a smaller dilapidated farmhouse perhaps half an hour away. There were many of these now-disused buildings on the outskirts of cities, and one was hardly more notable than the other. With a day to let any heat cool off, the party could then proceed into Orleans proper, and continue on with the rest of the mission.

Plans, of course, rareley ended up bearing the intended fruit, but having one was important nonetheless.

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Till could not have thought of two individuals who looked nothing like he'd expected them,  but here they were. "Your exploits, Frauleins, are legendary. The early breakthroughs in the invasion... Everyone has heard of them. Why come to me about a mere [i]bluthund[/i] operation?" 

"Vhe have a suspicion," the shorter woman would begin almost immediately, splaying their fingers out confidently on the table. A sharp glare down from her partner quietened her quickly however.

"Vhe do [i]zhink[/i] zhat our assiztance vhill be neccezarry vhor zhe most part. However, zhe Fuhrer himself has decreed zhat vhe are to stay in France in case of enemy stands, and zhus, should zhou need us at any point, you vhill only have to make a zhingle request and vhe shall be zhere." 

This had been what he had wanted from the Oberführer, exactly what he had wanted. Nodding, first to himself and then to the two women, a slow smile would break across his face. "Excellent fraulines. Truly excellent. If this is more than just a Bluthund in the end, your assistance will be utterly invaluable. Many thanks." He would stand up from his chair, and was just about to leave when he remembered, of course.

"Have a very nice day. Heil Hitler." The man snapped his heels together quickly in lieu of a proper salute, and whilst one of the women responded with a muted 'heil' and a nod of her head, the other's hand shot up almost immediately.

"Heil Hitler! Let's hope it's more than just a Bluthund!"