<em>"First Lieutenant, seriously?"</em>Aletta thought to herself and kept suspiciously pointing her gun at the young man. He seemed to have hurt himself pretty badly in his freefall, she could see a few deep cuts on his face and his leg was strangely crooked. "Thát calls himself a First Lieutenant?!" Aletta exclaimed, giggling at the sight of the lean, slender young man hanging from the branches of the tree. "You are in<em>my</em>yard, and I demand to be treated with a little more respect, especially since you just ruined our old apple tree. I could feed you to the dogs, Ryan Crowley, you're the enemy and the dogs aren't too domesticated to turn a piece of raw, English soldier-meat down," Aletta added, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Let's get you out of there first. I'll inform Rolf about your arrival here once he's home."<br/><br/>Putting her gun down, she climbed up the tree and started cutting the strings of his parachute. She couldn't help, but was pushed against him every time she cut another cord. When she had cut the last one, he fell down to the floor and groaned, his leg now in an even stranger position. That was the time she realised he wasn't much older than she was and helped him up. "Don't shout all too loud. People here like their sundays quiet and peaceful."