Black tendrils of fear shot through Marie. How could she dare enter into such a dangerous game? Yet, how could she not an remain a patriot? She jotted down those last measurements and tucked the little booklet and her measuring tape in the small pocket at the band of her neat blue skirt. It had been a dangerous whim that brought her here tonight. A whim that had paid off in spades, she knew that she would have to report this development to the resistance. She would have access to almost every German officer for measurements. She would have an excuse through obtaining the best fabric to talk to people involved in supplying the Germans. This kind of access would be invaluable if they ever wanted to take out a particular German officer.<br/><br/>Her small white teeth flashed a beautiful smile. “Goodnight Herr General, you have honored Jean-Paul and me tonight. We shall not let you down.” With that, the seamstress backed out of the room. Turning, she looked at the grim-faced guards on either side. The hallway smelled faintly of disinfectant. Perhaps they had cleaned here before the party. Their boots gleamed in the bright lights of the hall. “The general has said I may leave now,” she told the guards. “Will you escort me back down please?”<br/>