For a moment, there was a stubborn set to the delicate jaw as straps locked down limbs that were only now starting to respond to their owner's wishes.  She resolved not to tell this woman anything of importance.  That resolve was quickly broken as cold-tightened flesh was compressed even further, sending streams of fiery pain jolting through her breasts.<br/><br/>She hadn't been told much about her missions.  It wasn't an issue of trust, just an acknowledgment that sometimes the best of plans get shot to hell.  That was what had happened this time.<br/><br/>"I had a supply run - Amsterdam to Brussels.  I had to take a different road because of the bombings.  The next thing I knew, I was being pulled from the cab and questioned about my cargo.  Then they put me in a transport to a Stalag."<br/><br/>She had been told that she was hauling was medical supplies, but that was only a cover.  She'd had no idea what was really in those crates.