Eckhart looked down upon the woman from his immense height of 6"7' and gave a quick smile. The smile was small but it almost made the man look normal for a second, before all the memories of the "Black Heart" of Eckhart began to surface. She was closer than any other person in the resistance had ever come to. So close that she could see the seams in his pants and the stitches in his jacket. Even though she was inside of his personal "Bubble" Eckhart did not show any sign of anger or displeasure with her close presence. He merely allowed her in without cause or condition.<br/><br/>"<strong><em>But of course I am merely the model not the artist</em></strong>" Eckhart said beginning to stand still. As he waited for her to begin, Eckhart began to think about the current situation, she had at one time been a timid, shy woman in a fish bowl filled with aggression and power, but once the subject of her specialty came up, it seemed that she would go into her own little world, free from the fears and crunch of daily life. She had a purpose, a goal, a mission to accomplish, she was....happy. "<em>This one I will have to watch closely...</em>" Thought Eckhart in his mind.<br/><br/>"<em><strong>As for the materials all you need to do is to call the various numbers in the book and request the needed materials and they will be delivered in haste to your location.</strong></em>" Eckhart continued. With such a close look at the uniform Eckhart was wearing Marie could now notice the subtle differences in the lines and seams in the pants and jacket, the design was made by none other than the Paris famous seamstress Adelise. Who at the outbreak of the war was known to have been venomously anti-nazi, when the Germans took over France, her name had disappeared along with so many others who the Nazi's identified as "Problems" to their rule. No doubt this uniform was made with the barrel of an SS machine gun pointed at her. The blood, sweat, and tears of an entire nation was now contained in the fabric of a mass murder.