They had gotten inside smoothly, every sentry taken out had no idea what hit them, and they were well on their way to reaching their goal. Bridget continued to follow behind as quietly as she could as they walked along the catwalks. The only thing on her mind was rescuing the professor and possibly shutting this factory down once and for all once they discover what they were doing here. Something about this place really set some chills down her spine and she was sure it had to do with the professorâ€™s research. The information she was given about Rosebaumâ€™s research was vague, mostly kept secret by both sides of the war. Mostly what she knew was through the grapevine but she had a feeling she was about to discover something huge. Who would not be curious as to what was going on around here? She knew she couldnâ€™t deny she was a little curious.<br/><br/>Pushing that aside for the time being, she followed Jack down to the factory floor. There were crates everywhere that she assumed were weapons crates or something. Guards moved along the catwalks carrying some heavy weapons. She was not religious, but she thanked God that she and Jack had gotten down here before they were spotted. Loudly, a guard coughed as he walked right past them while they were hidden amongst the crates and once again they had not been spotted. There was just enough light in the factory that it created enough shadows to hide behind. A little ways beyond the guard, at the other end of the floor, there was an elevator as well as a stairwell that she assumed was a fire exit, judging from the signs posted around. It came as no surprise that it was heavily guarded like most of the place was either.<br/><br/>Looking to jack, Bridget gestured towards the elevator and fire escape, keeping her voice at a whisper only they could hear, â€œWe sneak down the stairs, more than likely the elevator will draw too much unwanted attention.â€ She paused when she noticed another guard coming their way, â€œOf course we do have a little pest problem to deal with first.â€ It seemed like the only logical choice. The possibility of an alarm being hooked up to both things crossed her mind, and for all she knew people could actually use the stairs instead of the elevator.<br/><br/>Taking a chance once the guard passed, she moved from her cover, over to another area which provided cover and eyed the guards moving through the area carefully. There was one a few feet away from her, which she sneaked up behind and quietly took out. For a woman her size, she was fairly strong but still not as strong as a man naturally; however she was able to drag the dead kraut to where they were behind the crates and out of sight from the other guards in the area. When she carefully laid the body on the ground she let out a soft exhale. It would not be long before they realized someone was missing. And she was about to move again when the moaning sound from earlier sounded once more. She really did not like that sound, it seemed to cut deep into you, stick with you, a sound that was not easily forgettable and it was slightly unnerving.<br/><br/>Briefly she wondered if it had anything to do with what was going on here. The question had an obvious answer, at least from what she could tell, so she kept it to herself. Maybe she didnâ€™t want to know what was really going on here after all. All the more reason to hurry up with the rescue, they were running out of time.<br/><br/>Keeping her gun steady in her grasp, Bridget finally moved away from the crates and closer to the wall, ducking out of sight here and there as she made her way to the door leading to the stairs that would take them to the basement. She had to take out another guard, and dealt with the corpse accordingly, keeping Jack covered whenever he needed. Out of the two of them he was probably the more important one being a soldier and all. Who was she but a woman who could shoot a gun and be stealthy when she needed to be, a man would hold more value in this world than she would. In the back of her mind, she knew she had to keep Jack safe, or at least, if they were to be spotted, make sure that he made it out alive. Donâ€™t get her wrong she did value her life, but not nearly as much as she valued what she fought for. She fought in the resistance so that the military as well as any who opposed the Third Reich would have some kind of leverage in this war no matter how small.