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With the cacaphony of explosions and gunshots finally stopping, it was over. While unwounded, she certainly wasn't unrattled. Standing meters away from an explosion had a tendency to throw people for a loop. She was at least thankful that the medicine hauling Russian was a great fighter too. Without him, it was likely that they'd have to eat a few more bullets and explosives before getting out of dodge.

With a noticeable cringe from having been blasted from less than ten meters with Cakebread's empowered voice, Lilliane gave a curt nod.

[color=E1DAD0]"Yes,"[/color] she said shaking the dirt off her jacket, [color=E1DAD0]"with the exception of this little stroke of bad luck, we should have a clear path to sneak to Orleans. Actual French wilderness away from any roads known to the Germans. Only thing to look out for are the wild boars."[/color]

Really, she didn't want to use the resistance's paths. While much of the resistance of overt and hidden in plain sight, the use of such labyrinthine paths to carry supplies was a necessity. A single stick of dynamite could easily be hidden in a bread basket, but a bread basket of dynamite had to be kept a little more hidden. For that reason, a long path with a handful of spots to rest had been stealthily carved into the french countryside. Though, it never saw much use. It was used more by the boars to get from farm to farm than the resistance themselves.

[color=E1DAD0]"I suppose I do owe you all a nice meal and place to rest. I know a nice place in Orléans. If we get the medicine there, you'll have all you can eat."[/color]