Jack bit his tongue to keep from asking what good a dame would be, on a rescue mission.  She probably grew up around the factory, or something, and knew a way to sneak in.  Maybe she was there to distract the guards with her feminine wiles?  A knife in the back was always more effective.<br/><br/>As it was, he planned to go in with a silenced pistol and a knife.  If he needed more firepower, the mission was already a failure.  Surely these people realized that.  One naked gunshot would sound an alarm, and bring the guards down upon them.  Their only hope was silence and luck.  He supposed a prayer would not hurt.  Though not much of a religious man, he, like a lot of soldiers, had taken to praying since the war started.  It never hurt to have a bit of divine providence on your side, when the Krauts were gunning for you.<br/><br/>Jack did not know what else to "throw in", but he felt that he should say something.  "If we get these two out alive, it'll be a miracle, but its bloody close to Easter, so let's hope God's got something up his sleeve.  Well let's get to it then."  It always made him feel braver to deliver a bit of a speech like this.  It was a ritual, like a coach trying to psych his teach up before a bit game.  Someone always delivered it, be it a Sargent, or an officer, before sending some poor fools out of their fox holes to try and take the next hill.<br/><br/>The small group piled into a small car and headed out down the road, with the headlights out.  Jack found himself in the backseat with the woman.  They bumped along a country road for about five kilometers, before Garland pulled over at the side of the road.  "We walk from here."  Jack pulled a small facial camouflage tin from his pocket and smeared it across his face, before offering it to the others.  He checked that his firearm was fully loaded and patted at the knives on his belt, for assurance.  He was wearing black trousers, a dark brown button down shirt and a black vest.  His head was uncovered.<br/><br/>Soon the small group was jogging along, from shadow to shadow, approaching the heavily light up factory.  Jack could see the sentry tower from here, and wondered if they were going to use a sniper rifle on the sentry, of if they had something else planned.  Garland did indeed open up a case and start to silently assemble a rifle with a scope.  He assembled it so quickly that Jack was sure that he was in the military.  Garland took a knee and steadied the rifle over the edge of a stone wall, before lining up his shoot.  It seemed a eternity, before the guard moved to one edge of the platform.  Suddenly he sunk, as the sniper rifle barked.<br/><br/>The group sat silently for a good three minutes, waiting to see if the shot had been heard.  The factory grounds were pretty noisy, but Nazis outside those grounds might have heard the shot.  It was a risk that had to be taken.  There was no other way to approach the tower without being seen.  After a good long while, Garland gestured silently for Jack and Bridget to get moving.<br/><br/>Jack did not wait to see if Bridget followed, but immediately scurried forward, running toward the outer fence, with a set of bolt cutters in his hand.  They still had to make it through the fence without being spotted.