â€˜Bridgetâ€™ was in fact not in fact her real name per say; it was actually her middle name. A name that she wished was her first name so she asked to be called by that instead. Someone would have to either be foolish or too bold for their own good to use their real name when dealing with important operations such as this. Or they simply did not care, which has been the case a few times with people who thought the resistance was all fun and games. People really do need to realize that there is nothing fun at all about being in the resistance, nothing fun about taking a life even if they are your enemy. Thinking back to a few men in the resistance that had given their names to seemingly trustworthy people who turned out to be krauts pained her. Not even a week later they had been snuffed out and slaughtered right before her eyes. She vowed from that day not to make the same mistakes as they did.<br/><br/>Tread lightly, she told herself.<br/><br/>When the question of whether or not this was the man was presented to her she simply gave a nod, â€œYes, I do believe this is Jack,â€ and followed as the conversation moved over to the table where the blueprints they recovered a few days ago were laid out carefully by the older man. There were five entry points, all were heavily guarded, and a few lookout towers that the Nazis had thrown together, which housed snipers. The snipers were more than likely going to be the more troublesome obstacle to get around and there were no simple plans for getting passed them. They were stationed to face everything around them as well as each other so picking them off without setting off any alarms was going to prove difficult. It had to be a quick maneuver but she was sure that Garland, a third man a bit younger than the balding man, would come up with something. Though he was certainly not perfect, he reminded himself, the older man's missing fingertip was proof of that.<br/><br/>This farm would not have survived long if it were not for people like him. Bridget herself could be a clever woman, and she liked the fact that most men would not take a woman seriously whether she had a gun or not. She did nothing to try to prove them wrong either, letting them be surprised when she turned around and planted bullets in their skulls. Krauts made for nice target practice, she discovered quickly but she was always careful not to develop an itchy trigger finger around them despite her thirst for revenge. In war strategy was more important that brute force, and sometimes both were as equally as important. If you were an excellent strategist and had some pretty powerful weapons it was a useful, deadly combination. Garland was one such man, having a bit of charisma in the potential leader department and it was what made the Nazis dangerous people as well.<br/><br/>â€œWe have exactly two hours for this operation once we leave this barn,â€ Garland said in a low voice once the building layout had been briefly described so everyone had a basic idea of what they were up against, keeping his tone quiet so only the few people in the barn could hear. Outside there were a few people hidden that were told to keep watch for anything looking to crash their little party but it was still better to keep quiet. â€œWe will have to find a way to disable the sniper nests and infiltrate the building in that time. Once inside we will need you, Bridget, and our new friend to quickly rescue Rosebaum and his daughter; we havenâ€™t pinned pointed exactly where they are being kept but we do have a general idea. They are said to be in the basement somewhere, at least that was one of our moles said before he got caught. Typical thing for the krauts to do if you ask me.â€<br/><br/>Bridget listened in carefully to what was being said before she gave a nod. â€œAnd how will we go about disabling the sniper nests?â€ She asked, more concerned about the snipers than anything else quite frankly. â€œI hate snipers. I feel that if weâ€™re running short on time we just find a way to sneak past them without killing them, but thatâ€™s just me. You know Iâ€™m terrible with being both quick and stealthy. Stealthy, yes, but quick, not so much.â€ That of course did not hinder her value to the resistance in any way shape or form, as everyone has their strong points and weaknesses.<br/><br/>â€œWe have that covered, donâ€™t worry your pretty little head off. You and our new friend here just need to focus on getting inside, finding, and securing Rosebaum once we give the signal.â€ He paused and looked Jack over with a gaze that almost seemed to go right through him, â€œIf you have anything you would like to throw in now would be the time.â€ It was obvious he was wary of him and the look in his eyes further backed up that fact. He was another who was aware that trust needed to be established but was also not willing to just smile and welcome a stranger with open arms. If there was anyone who knew betrayal it was definitely Garland. Something else that was written clearly on his face, almost daring Jack to prove to be a spy, as it would not be tolerated. That probably went without saying, however.