The woman's mild flirtation amused Jack.  It was a bit of normalcy in the midst of a terrible war.  Lord knew that there were many hook-ups and quickie marriages during this war.  There was nothing like the press or mortal danger to make one try to reach out for some comfort.  Still, he decided not to read to much into the woman's remark.<br/><br/>Jack followed the woman toward the barn, picking up his pace as the sound of gunfire continued.  He was not sure how safe a barn could be, but it was better than standing out in the open.  He pulled his parachute along with him.  It would have to be buried as soon as possible.<br/><br/>The barnyard showed not signs of animals in the corrals, but he could see places where the fences were blown away, or bullet holes riddled them.  Even in the dark, it was apparent that this farm had seen better days.  Jack wondered sadly what had happened to the farm's owners.  They were likely dead or in hiding somewhere.  The Nazis went after plenty of people besides Jews these days.<br/><br/>The barn was an enormous old structure, with creaking wood and hay on the ground.  Jack followed the woman into the barn, and glance around nervously.  A few people stepped out from the shadows.  One was an older man with a balding head and thick glasses, the other was a younger man with a trimmed mustache and beard.  They both nodded at the woman, while giving Jack the one over.<br/><br/>"Bridget, this is him, no?"  His tone was not exactly welcoming, but then Jack did not suppose it was easy to trust someone he did not know.  "Let's get down to it then."  Jack appreciated the man speaking English, though he spoke enough French himself to get by.  The man walked over to a table, in the empty barn, and pulled out a set of blue prints.  He was surprised that the man used the woman's name, and wondered if it was an assumed one.  Real names were dangerous.<br/><br/>It was hard to trust anyone these days.  As the saying went, loose lips did indeed sink ships.  The spies of the Nazi's were everywhere, and looked like regular folk.  In fact, most were regular folk who favored the Third Reich's agenda,  Jack has seen good men die because of information that the enemy had obtained through subterfuge.  The war had a way of bringing men together, and binding them tighter than brothers.  When one of his brothers died, it was always a horrible blow.  It made him hate the Nazis all the more.  They were a blight on humanity!<br/><br/>He knew it would take time to earn the man's trust, but time was not something that they had in plenty.  He stepped forward and took his place around the table.  The bald man stepped up also and started pointing out sentry posts.  He was missing the tip of his right pointer finger and the wound looked rather fresh and nasty, despite the bandages.