The overtly sexual woman who initially brought Marie to General Eckhart escorted her back down from the Ivory tower to where Generals, other high ranking officers, and those courting the Germans or being courted milled. Abruptly, the female guard clicked her heels bowed and Marie found herself alone in a crowd, her heart beat slowing to something approaching normal. A sliver of a smile teased its way across her lips.<br/><br/>She had done it, met with General Eckhart. One slender hand caressed the ration card and notes that represented access. This is why she had come tonight. The danger was incredible, but the chance of gaining something of importance for the resistance made the risk so worthwhile. Backing up, she leaned against an ornate ivory column and began to take note of just who was at this party. She had an excellent memory and a way with mnemonics. This meant she could wait to write down her information until a later time.<br/><br/>She failed to notice a woman of a very different caliber than the General’s oversexed guard approaching.<br/>