Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"
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				Title: <strong>Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 04:08:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em><br>Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81155.0)</em></strong></span><br><em><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">OOC/Idea Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82592.0)</span></strong></em><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Story:<br>Prologue (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81199.0)</em></strong></span><br><br><strong>....................................................................</strong><br><br>A few minutes later within the party.....<br><br>As Marie-Élise Lorraine was walking through the crowd of powerful figures of the Nazi hierarchy, her form caught the watchful eye of General Eckhart, and he immediately recognized her as the assistant to the master tailor Jean-Paul, General Straab had been bitching all night about the wine stain in his new uniform coat he would have to buy a whole new uniform based on the location and severity of the stain, but his priority's were not Eckharts, as he constantly tested Eckharts authority he then thought of a way to rub his position into the face of the general.<br><br>'<em>What I delightfully evil idea....</em>' thought Eckhart as he continued to stare down at the woman, her face showed content and patience but in the back of his mind Eckhart suspected that she was afraid and scared by being here, who wouldn't be? The most powerful and dangerous people in the Third Reich were in this room. Once out of his lustful trance Eckhart summoned one of his subordinates to his side with a few quick snaps of his fingers. The woman approached and listened to his orders.<br><br>"<em><strong>That woman down there,&nbsp; Marie-Élise I believe her name is, have her brought to the Third level converted section were my private observation booth, I have need of her special services, and ensure that she says yes...</strong></em>" said Eckhart to the woman who quickly went off to complete her task. Eckhart then watched as the young woman was approached...<br><br>......................................................<br><br>&nbsp;One of Eckhart's Elite Guard (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090826004704/wolfenstein/images/4/47/Elite_Guard.jpg) was wading through the crowd with an obvious sense of duty on her mind, her foot steps in the high leather boot heels made audible her advance towards the seamstress. Her outfit was designed from every stitch to make her body a symbol and image of her sexuality, as Eckhart liked it that way, this way everyone knew who she worked for. Her face uncaring and unchanging as she began to stare at and make a b-line towards her. Within only a few seconds she had gotten right in front of&nbsp; Marie-Élise and got very close to her person so that her face was only inches from her face.<br><br>"Ms.&nbsp; Marie-Élise Lorraine? General Eckhart would like to see you personally on the third floor observatory, follow me please" she said then turning around to guide the woman to the next level.
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				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 08:58:57</strong>
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				Marie-Élise saw the overtly sexual woman cutting through the crowd like a shark through a school of fish. It was one of Eckart’s personal guards. The women, they were all women, frightened her. And she had always avoided them. Quietly, she moved to the side in an effort to not be knocked over when the heal-clicking bitch passed by her area. It was not to be. Even as the woman stopped in front of her, Marie-Élise found it inconceivable that she, a mere seamstress, might be the target of the focus of Eckhart’s minion. So it came as a complete shock when the taller woman clicked her heels and began to speak. The French woman's blue eyes were directly in line with the abundant bust of this Valkyrie. She could smell the woman's overpoweringly expensive perfume. By its scent, Marie-Élise knew it might only have come from the perfume factory in Deauville, France.<br><br>The smaller seamstress's stomach felt like a knife was twisting in its center. She wanted to vomit. But she collected herself and said, “I had another appointment,” in a broken stammer. She felt in her terror an immediate desire to confess everything this instant to this woman. Marie-Élise could almost hear the words streaming from her mouth. But some inner strength of character kept the girl frozen silent. She must not betray any secrets. Ironically, she would have done anything to avoid the presence of General Eckhart. Whereas, other braver agents would pay any price to gain access to the secrets held within the dark, black heart of Eckhart.<br><br>She would soon stand before the source of so much evil flowing from the occupation of France by Germany. But she would no doubt never provide any information she might learn due to this event for she would be dead. Eckhart must know that she was a spy. He sought to execute her personally by summoning her to his side. She would be an example to other spies.<br><br>Perspiration ran down her neck and careened into the valley between her breasts. Her undergarments felt soaked.&nbsp; Suppressing her need to vomit from sheer, unadulterated terror, Marie-Élise nodded nervously. “Oui mademoiselle.” Her small black shoes well-made, but plain with their little half-inch heels dragged immeasurably slowly as she followed the guard.<br><br>“Faster,” the woman snapped out impatiently. <br><br><em>Sadist</em>, thought Marie-Élise. <em>She no doubt is eager to see me shot. Or will they hang me? Oh God I don’t want to be hung, but being shot might hurt</em>. These thoughts occupied her mind up until the very moment she stood before General Eckhart himself. She had no idea what he looked like, because she could not summon the nerve to raise her eyes to a level where he would be visible. Her one strong impression of the General was that his boots were extremely well-polished. When it sank in that he had a garment crisis for one of his men, the sheer relief left Marie-Élise feeling light headed. She managed not to faint. But it was touch and go as she stammered out her willingness to do anything the General might require. Her sheer terror might have raised suspicion. But Marie-Élise had a reputation for being extremely shy and inarticulate at the best of times. 
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 05:03:02</strong>
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				Eckhart had already boarded the elevator to reach the third floor. He wanted to get to the room first as to ensure it was still up to his high standards of cleanliness. Inside the third floor office (http://www.calvin.edu/academic/cas/gpa/images/bauten/bauten4.jpg) had been built only a year ago once Paris had been occupied. The third floor had at one time been a small observation area, open air and city view abundant, but since the Nazi's took over it had been transformed into an office apartment for Eckhart. Although he rarly used the room, it was still kept immaculately clean and tidy, lest Eckhart show up suddenly and find something to his disliking. It also served as one of many Nazi status symbols within Paris, telling the people of the city that even their own monuments were no longer there's but now belonged to the German's. Along the walls of the room were busts, statues, and various paintings of German high officers and officials, leading to an Erie sense of someone always watching you through cold dead eyes. While there were many pictures along the three walls only one was placed behind the desk, it was a large portrait of Eckhart himself in a truely Germanic pose, looking just slightly to the right of the painting as if uncaring...<br><br>.........................................................................<br><br>The Elite guards-woman led the timid young seamstress into a nearby elevator, quickly passing by General Straab who was expected the girl to talk to her about the stain, but his eyes only meet the cold stare of the Elite Guard, non-verbally informing him that the girl had a higher order to follow before she got to him. Straab did not try to make a scene, for the last officer to try and make trouble for Eckhart had meet his early demise at the end of Eckhart's bodyguard "Franziska" who quickly shot him personally only after a simple nod was given to her by Eckhart from across the room. A few moments later the former General's brain had been blown out across the room of the party a few months back. No one sense them dared to make trouble.<br><br>"<em>Move it! The General does not like having to wait!</em>" hissed the guards-woman seeing the the Marie was falling behind. Once the elevator had started to rise towards the top of the tower, the guard became silent, the only noise was the whir of the cables pulling the small cabin up the still tower. The guard did not even look at the girl, as if uncaring or out of hatred for the French people. Thankfully the ride up was quick and soon the doors to the office opened revealing Eckhart standing with his back to the elevator as he looked out the window at the city. The Elite Guard stepped to the middle of the room and snapped to attention, her heels clicking in true German fashion.<br><br>"<em>The seamstress you requested Herr General</em>" said the woman professinoally.<br><br>"<strong><em>Danke, das Sie jetzt gehen aber Außenseite bleiben können, falls alles geschieht</em></strong>" Said Eckhart in German, the guard saluted and walked out of the room closing the doors behind her. Eckhart did not turn however and addressed the lone woman in the room with quiet talk.<br><br>"<em><strong>So you are the apprentice to Jean-Paul correct?</strong></em>"
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				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 06:47:55</strong>
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				Marie-Élise abhorred the Nazi treatment of her beloved City of Lights. Ignorant and lacking a civilized culture, their marring of what had once been a beautiful, simple observation floor typified this fact. But for once, she had no focus for the gaudy ugliness the Germans scattered about their rooms and called art. Instead, her mind was screaming ‘no’ again and again with each step that drew her closer to the monster that occupied the dark heart of this castle. <br><br>Mothers frightened children with the man’s name. Pregnant women were said to miscarry if brought into his presence. They said if he walked across the grass, blackened footprints were left behind. While, she didn’t really believe the tangled knot of superstitious rumors that revolved around this man like an ugly halo of flies, she did know that there was something twisted and evil about him. Briefly, a flicker of hope was raised when the fat German General Straab spoke, only to be snuffed out a moment later when the guard made clear she was destined to meet Eckhart himself. As the guardswoman lead Marie-Élise step by step closer, her face paled and she felt a sharp pain in her side. When the strapping female guard practically dragged her onto the elevator, the girl wondered if she might be having a heart attack.<br><br>When the seamstress finally stood before the general, the female heel-clicker sharply reported. Marie-Élise’s schoolgirl German was poor and thickly accented. But she knew enough to understand that the guard would remain outside in case of some undefined event. As the neatly dressed girl stood before the German general he could smell vanilla—the scent she dabbed on, because her ration card did not stretch to actual perfume—and stark fear. There was no disguising the fact that General Eckhart terrified her.&nbsp; She nodded in a series of sharp head jerks when asked if she were the apprentice of Jean-Paul. It took several seconds, before she managed to croak out the word, “Yes.” 
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 19:48:44</strong>
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				General Eckhart's uniform was immaculate and trimmed as usual. His leather jackboots were polished to a high enough sheen that you could start to see a small reflection in the leather. The gray SS pants showed no signs of wrinkles or lumps, probably from hours of pain staking work done by some french man at gunpoint in the city. Eckhart's immense standards were stuff of legends within the already large community of myths surrounding Eckhart. There was even one story of a tailor who missed a couple of stitches on a new pair of uniform pants, causing a few stray strands of fabric to become loose during one important staff meeting. Eckhart was the only one to notice the mistake, and once the meeting had been completed he threw himself into an immeasurable rage at the tailor. Soon afterwords the entire fabric shop that the tailor had worked at was transformed into a local police station, with the entire tailor staff disappearing literally overnight. The reports stated that they had been "Relocated" to a "Re-education Camp", but everyone knew what had happened.<br><br>Eckhart turned to face the girl finally. The SS Cap (http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj90/chrisjohn2005/SSOfficerscap2.jpg) on his head showed the dreaded deaths-head placed directly underneath the Nazi eagle, symbolizing he was a member of the most feared organization in the Third Riech. His uniform was filled with awards and medals, but he had changed out of his most formal jacket and switched to a semi-formal jacket (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/89/Dietrich_in_color_01.jpg) that instead of having all his medals, had the ribbons. On the collars she could see the rank insignia of a "Obergruppenfuhrer" (http://www.militaria-exchange.com/images/images/9297), meaning that he was ranked as the third highest rank in the SS, only second to Himmler and a few others.<br><br>"<em><strong>Good, However the smell coming off of your body is disturbing, let me see your ration card....</strong></em>" said the General not moving from his position across the room from her and merely putting out his left arm, his hand wearing a white glove (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31eW9ZCkbNL._AA300_.jpg).
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				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 23:11:45</strong>
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				Marie-Élise had thought he would smell of death. Instead, she thought he smelled faintly of expensive soap. His clothing was top drawer. If she had worked on a suit of this quality, she would had to absolutely focus, because every stitch was perfect. Her eyes were focused on the little details, his clothing, his scent, because it helped her to remain upright, to not pass out. <br><br>Her dilated pupils were somewhat reduced as he looked her over and she did her best to remain quiet and respectful. If she had a needle or tape measure in her hand, she would be fine. Work always calmed her. But the terror of not knowing made it hard for her to move past the fear and focus on what had to be done. In the future, if she had a future, she might laugh about her fears. <br><br>What an odd world she lived in where a girl with her timid, shy nature could become a spy. She thought back to the first time she had visited this Nazi stronghold. They had detained her for several hours and questioned her when they noticed how nervous the little seamstress became when confronted with any authority. <br><br>Eventually, it became something of a joke with the guards. Oh, it’s our little terrorized seamstress. They would growl and gently mock her, not the SS, but the few regular guards who had dealt with her on routine days. In truth, Marie-Élise grew nervous anytime she was confronted with an authority figure. Maybe it stemmed from her stern father. She didn’t fully understand the root of her fear herself. But there it was.<br><br>The words soaked into her dark head. With difficulty, she found her ration card and held the slightly stained and wrinkled card out for the General to see. She couldn’t believe he would actually touch it himself. Not with his fastidious white gloves, his perfect uniform, but she would never dare deny him the right to demand it. <br><br>It was a minimal ration card. Nothing in her career provided any excuse for ‘extras’ like chocolate, stockings, and perfume, but did provide enough of the basics to get her through each month. It was difficult, but she forced her lips into a pleasant grimace, a tiny hint of a smile. “My ration card sir,” she said in her small voice. “I still have one meat selection. But I was saving it for next week.”<br><br>Why had she spoken? The thought shot through her. How on earth did she think he would care about her meat ration? And had he hinted that she stank? Trying to appear nonchalant, she turned her head briefly toward her shoulder and took a quick sniff.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:38:19</strong>
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				Eckhart took the ration card from her slowly taking it into his gloved hand, unlike the guards at depots who usually snapped the card away from her to take a quick glance at the card. It was&nbsp; a minimal civilian version of the card that was given to the vast majority of people living in Paris. They were meager rations designed specifically to prevent people from doing anything truely spectacular without outside help, such as truckers being able to leave the city without having extra fuel rations, transit papers, and proper food transfer stamps, so that he could eat in other city's. It was a massive choke-hold on the cities citizens. It prevented people from doing anything other than basically surviving. However if you were a friend of the Nazi's such as an informant or "confidant" of an officer, you were given luxury's and free supplies that allowed them to live in paradise compared to the downtrodden citizen.<br><br>Eckhart was a master at this technique for control, it allowed him to have hundreds to thousands of informants telling him of the day to day activities of the city, just so that they could eat better than the rest, it was a quick, effective, and most of all cheap form of control on the masses. The general could maintain absolute control while keeping the costs of controlling the city at a minimum, paperwork was cheap, soldiers cleaning up blood in the street was not. It was also cheaper than the standard information reward of 30 gold pieces, a small fortune these days to the average layman. Eckhart walked over to the large desk holding the card, dialing a number into the machine and listening for a response on the line. All of this was done without even asking the seamstress one question.<br><br>"<em><strong>Haben Sie eine neue Zivillebensmittelmarke und eine Schreibarbeit geholt herauf sofort</strong></em>" (<em>Have a new civilian ration card and paper work brought up at once</em>) The general said into the receiver then hanging up.<br><br>Eckhart sat down in the large leather chair with a gold Nazi eagle embedded in the leather. Soon the large wooden doors opened again with a Wehrmacht Aide (http://www.hotflick.net/flicks/2008_Valkyrie/Thumb/008VKY_Jamie_Parker_002.jpg) came through the door and had a stack of official forms in his hand. He quickly set the files on the desk, saluted and walked out in a hurry. Inside the folder from what Marie could see was a brand new Ration card set for a "Friend of the German Third Riech" as it said on the top, it contained a Gasoline Ration (http://cdn3.ioffer.com/img/item/161/773/149/gF4ZtoSdk8hoyEV.jpg), a set of 30 Daily food ration cards (http://www.naval-history.net/WW2MemoirAndSoP25RationCard.jpg), and Bread, meat, and fist ration card (http://www.internationalmilitaria.com/lotImage/NaziBreadRationCard.jpg), and finally the last page was a Luxury and Signature card (http://www.birdchildsandgoldsmith.com/acatalog/grmratbk.gif). Eckhart made sure the paperwork was in order and took out a fountain pen from the desk and began to sign in various places of the pages, notarizing and signing. He looked up at her when he was finished and signaled her to walk over to him.<br><br>"<strong><em>I don't believe anyone who has so aptly served the Riech should have to go hungry when her master does such a good job. This will be your new Ration set, just sign at the bottom line here</em></strong>" he said pointing out the spot and handing her the pen.
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				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:51:52</strong>
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				For months, the resistance had sought to place someone close to Eckhart. If they had succeeded, Marie had no need to know. But now she stood inches from the general himself. He towered over her slender frame and was handing her a special ration card.<br><br>One did not gain such a card for free. No German would ordinarily grant a simple seamstress this privilege. Yet now she held in her hand a Friend of the German Third Reich card signed by Eckhart himself. This was literally like gold. Any German seeing that signature on her ration card would shudder to interfere with her movements. Possession of such a card alone meant that her value to the resistance had gone up immeasurably.<br><br>A loyal Frenchman might refuse such a card and be shot. Carrying it meant you would forever be branded a collaborator. Such a person would be feared during the war, but if peace ever came they would be hated and despised. It was a critical juncture in her young life.<br><br>Slowly, her heart slowed. Marie suspected she would be made to spy on her friends and employer in return for the card. It might present the opportunity to feed false information to the Germans. But the risk was incalculable. <br><br>Her slender hands were strong and calloused from long hours at the sewing machine. One trembled as she reached up and took the card. It burned where it touched her skin. This was akin to signing a contract with the devil in blood. She forced herself to look into Eckhart’s eyes. In her fevered imagination, they held all the warmth of a snake.<br><br>“You honor me and my employer,” she said with a nervous smile. Her heart felt like hummingbird wings, so fast did it beat against her chest. She hated this man with every fiber of her being, yet she had to play nice with him. Truly, this was a deal with the devil. "I appreciate your great kindness."<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:46:57</strong>
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				Once the files had been handed over Eckhart stood up and began pacing around the room as if stuck in a trance. He would stop every now and again to look at a painting or look out the window. The sound of his jackboots stepping on the floor even through the heavy carpet was still audible enough that you could hear each and every step he made, constantly reminding her where he was in the room, no matter were she was. <br><br>"<em><strong>You've earned it, your work is top notch you deserve to have some special recognition for such. But let us get to the reason you were taken all the way up here. I do not wish for you to see me as Arrogant so please bare with me, I would like a new commission with your master. I will be placing a very large order so that is the reason that I have called you in here, I want to have an entirely new wardrobe made by your employer and his staff personally.</strong></em>" said Eckhart walking around the room as if not talking to her specifically but as if addressing people in the room that were not there.<br><br>"<em><strong>On the table behind you, you will find that I have already set up all the necessary blueprints and information that he will need, all that's really left are the final measurements, of which I was hoping you would be able to do now. Oh and before I forget or you become worried, the object of price or money is not a concern, I want only the most top quality materials to be used.</strong></em>" Eckhart said pointing out the book containing the Wardrobe 1 (http://www.themarshalsbaton.com/General%20Uniforms%20and%20groupings%20Page%202.htm) and Wardrobe 2 (http://www.themarshalsbaton.com/Gen%20Uniforms%20and%20groupings.htm) pictures and files. 
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				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 08:46:05</strong>
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				Even in this tense, dangerous situation, Marie-Élise felt the beat of her pulse slow as she focused on the man’s words. This was about sewing and she considered herself one of the best seamstresses in the world. She had been an adequate nurse. But give her a piece of cloth and a pattern or example to follow and she could create the most amazing wardrobes. <br><br>His words rang in her ears almost hypnotically as she moved to the book and began to examine the pictures, the files. The uniforms were chilling in what they represented. “We can do this work,” she nodded to herself. The little seamstress seemed less terrified, so much more competent as she keenly reviewed the patterns. “We have nothing in terms of fabric that meets the quality you desire. So yes, we will need your assistance.” <br><br>As she spoke those final words, she pulled out her measuring tape from a small pocket sewn into the side of her dress. Measuring a man was a regrettably intimate act. In some ways, she thought she knew some things about a man even his wife might not know. For instance, before she left the room tonight, she would know whether the General dressed his most intimate parts left or right. <br><br>Her slender body moved close to the general, so close she could smell his aftershave. “May I?” She asked softly.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 09:06:43</strong>
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				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.
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				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 16:08:24</strong>
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				The height of the General made it difficult for Marie. She glanced around and found a short wooden stool. Scuff marks existed on the well-worn seat that said someone with military heels had stood on the stool many times. While she didn’t know for what purpose this was done, it did catch her eye. With an apologetic smile, she pulled the stool close and stood on it so that she might better measure the tall man. Her hands were efficient as she went about getting the precise measurements necessary for clothing of the quality that her master made. She had him raise his arms slightly so that she could measure him just under the chest, crossing the shoulder blades and fullest part of the chest. She stood so close to the man that she could hear his heart beat, feel the warmth of his body.<br><br>So the general was human after all, she thought wryly. Bloody visions of plunging a knife in his heart did not seem quite so fantastic, but of course, the Nazis would never allow her to get that close. What if she had scissors? It was a beautiful, futile thought. Within minutes, her little notebook was filled not with intelligence for the resistance, but the myriad little measurements needed to create this man’s narcissist’s vision of perfect cut, fabric, and grim little death heads. As she completed her task, Marie recalled Adelise.&nbsp; An elegant older woman, she had often stopped by the shop to chat with Jean-Paul. This was when Jean-Paul’s legs still permitted him to stand and move about, albeit painfully. He had always showed such joy at her visits. But after she disappeared rumored to have been taken by the Nazis, Jean-Paul had never again spoken her name. <br><br>What painful sacrifices had Jean-Paul made to keep his shop open? What deals had he made for his ration cards and access to the highest ranks? Marie had never trusted Jean-Paul in any true sense. You could not afford the luxury of trust in the resistance. But she had never really thought of him as a collaborator, not a true one. Marie stepped away from the General. “Thank you Herr General. I have the measurements I need now.” Her voice was steady, but already as she tucked away her measuring tape and little book, she was looking down and a nervous little tremor was audible in her voice.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 19:47:25</strong>
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				As the measurements were made Eckhart's body became that of a display model found in department stores fully allowing her to move his arms and body as she needed to take the measurements, remaining silent the whole time. It was as if she had his complete confidence, although she knew that there was probably an Army of soldiers and officers just outside the door just waiting for the slightest indication of trouble to come bursting in guns raised. Even with someone completely alien to himself Eckhart still allowed her in his bubble without so much as a side thought about his security. Eckhart truely believed himself invincible to the average citizen.<br><br>"<em><strong>You know if I had allowed anyone else to get this close to me, they would be at the end of a rifle, perks of being in the Fabric business I suppose.</strong></em>" said Eckhart half way through the measurements. Showing a little of his arrogance at allowing a "second class" citizen measure the Aryan General of the Third Reich. Once the measurements had been done Eckhart readjusted his uniform and faced her.<br><br>"<em><strong>There is one more thing however....</strong></em>" said Eckhart straightening his tie. "<em><strong>As you and I both know, Jean-Paul is in the last moments of his life and however much it pains me to say it, he does not have much time left in this world. I would hope that he has been a good master to you and taught you much, for even if he is to....expire before this order is done, I still expect delivery.</strong></em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 23:51:39</strong>
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				Marie felt chilled. His words regarding the end of a rifle barrel recalled the fact that her presence here was not innocent. She thought of what would happen were she discovered. A quick bullet in the head and an unmarked grave in some muddy pit would be the fate she could hope for, the worst was by far too horrible to contemplate. She nodded and fashioned a wry smile at his words. She understood his point.<br>&nbsp;<br>Marie had to shake her head briefly. She was so into her role as tailor she was already thinking about the stitching, the handwork. He spoke about her status as a “second class” citizen. “I feel favored,” she responded, “to have such an excellent model to work with. Your suits will look magnificent.” <br><br>Jean-Paul had drilled a variety of those little comments for her to offer during measurements. “Oh no, it’s a manly look,” was another she sometimes offered to an exceptionally portly man who worried that his gut might not be sufficiently obscured by their workmanship. As if a tailor could disguise an extra one-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds, in the mid-section. Thankfully, this was not an issue with the General. He would look magnificent in his tailored suits.<br><br>Ah, Marie could almost smile as the General offered a veiled threat. Luckily, she was more than capable of handling this order herself if necessary, though, the work would be slower. Who did he think actually manufactured the suits his officers wore? It would be different if they did not have pre-furnished patterns. Jean-Paul’s real mastery lay in his ability to design something new and original. What she did was artistry of a sort, very high level work in fabric and stitching, but she didn’t have Jean-Paul’s genius for design. <br><br>In any event, her employer had many years left. Yes, he was slowing down, but she did not believe him anywhere near death. “I understand Herr General. Please do not hesitate to trust our small shop to give you the absolute best work. And I guarantee if Master Jean-Paul should fall ill, I am prepared to handle the necessary work to complete your order. It was amusing. If they had been talking about the weather, her nerves would have made carrying on a conversation extraordinarily difficult. But when there was a specific task on hand, she was able to summon a keen focus and accomplish what needed to be done.<br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 06:10:13</strong>
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				"<em><strong>Good I expect nothing less than perfection</strong></em>" said Eckhart bluntly, returning to his Nazi role model persona. He went back to his position of looking out the massive windows out at the city of lights...<em>His city </em>he thought in his mind. Eckhart was always straight to the point when it came to pleasantries and visits, there was always an angle to his politeness and calm demeanor. Always plotting about how to get away with this or that, it was the way he came to power so fast and so hard. In the most likely plot line of this situation, Eckhart was trying to get inside the mind of Marie, probing her reactions and responses to his various questions. Seeing what she would do and how she would react.<br><br>However it was a two way street, just as Eckhart could examine her, she could do the same to him. Eckhart was having a hard time nailing down what this woman was trying to accomplish. <em>Is she just a seamstress or another spy sent by the resistance to try and get close to me?</em> Eckhart continued to think, ignoring Marie for the moment. <em>Perhaps further interrogation is necessary...</em> Thought Eckhart before remembering Marie still waiting on his whim.<br><br>"<strong><em>Oh you may leave at your convience if there is nothing more...</em></strong>" said Eckhart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 18:12:09</strong>
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				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?”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:40:59</strong>
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				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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:27:37</strong>
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				Sturmbannführer Veronika Dresdner moved with a fluidity and grace that few people in this world could claim.&nbsp; Her presence was strong...though perhaps some of that was due to the aura that seemingly surrounded her.....another portion due to the patches that adorned her grey uniform jacket.&nbsp; Her rank insignia graced her left side collar tab while a blank, black tab with silver piping surrounding it graced the right.&nbsp; Down on her left sleeve was another patch...this one a black diamond, outlined in silver with the letters SD embroidered on it.&nbsp; This told those observant enough to see it that not only was she a member of the Schutzstaffel or SS....but was assigned to the Sicherheitsdienst, which was the Security Division of the SS.&nbsp; <br><br>It came off of her in waves.....an energy that told people she was somehow dangerous.&nbsp; It was cold and controlled.&nbsp; Some of the male officers in her division had dubbed her The Ice Princess because they were certain that there was nothing but a block of ice where her heart should have been.&nbsp; Her entire world was German and it's needs.&nbsp; Veronika had proven she was willing and able to take on the missions that no one else wanted.&nbsp; She could kill in a myriad very creative ways without giving it a second thought no matter how grisly.&nbsp; She was the SD's fixer....and she was very good at it.<br><br>But right at this particular moment.....she had a young woman square in her sights.&nbsp; The young woman that had just come from a meeting with General Eckhart.&nbsp; The whole reason Dresdner was in France at the moment was to root out the annoyance that was the French Resistance.&nbsp; While Eckhart was merely&nbsp; using this girl to screw with one of his staff members.....Veronika had taken notice of her for different reasons.&nbsp; While many civilians were nervous in the presence of German Officers, this girl seemed even more so than most.&nbsp; As if she was somehow expecting something.&nbsp; As if she were hiding something.&nbsp; Dresdner knew young Marie-Élise had something of a reputation among the security personnel as being quite timid.....but what Veronika had witnessed tonight went beyond that.&nbsp; The girl was petrified.....as if she felt her life might be at stake.&nbsp; But why would she think that?&nbsp; What reason would a seamstress have to fear for her life?<br><br>All of that made Veronika very curious. It set instincts off inside her that had been quite reliable for her in the past.&nbsp; This instinct told her that perhaps this was the in she'd been looking for.&nbsp; Maybe Marie-Élise was the weak link?&nbsp; Perhaps not.&nbsp; But it was certainly worth checking out.&nbsp; Leave no stone unturned....until you found the right stone....then kill everything found underneath it.<br><br>It would certainly be a pity if the little seamstress had to die.&nbsp; She was really quite cute.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>If anyone had been watching, they would have claimed a miracle had occurred based simply in the change that came over Veronika as she neared Marie-Élise.&nbsp; The Ice Princess melted away and a smile actually formed on her lips.&nbsp; Her eyes softened too.....and the blonde woman whom a moment ago would have terrified small children seemed quite affable and approachable.&nbsp; Just prior to her reaching the woman though, a soft <em>snick</em> was heard as a knife blade popped free.&nbsp; Without breaking stride, Veronika deftly cut the thread at the bottom of the seam of her uniform skirt...then folded the knife away and made it disappear.&nbsp; A few tugs made the seam come loose about an inch up from the bottom.<br><br>Stopping behind the young frenchwoman, Veronika spoke...her french nearly flawless, her tone as friendly as she could manage, "Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle.....est-ce que mais je comprends que vous êtes une ouvrière couturière? J'ai attrapé ma jupe sur quelque chose et la couture s'est détachée. Pourriez-vous la fixer pour moi?" (Excuse me, Miss....but I understand you are a seamstress? I caught my skirt on something and torn the seam.&nbsp; Could you fix it for me?)<br><br>She offered her an embarrassed smile, "Je ne peux pas laisser le général me voir comme ceci. Il aurait un ajustement. Je serais si reconnaissant si vous aideriez." (I cannot let the General see me like this.&nbsp; He would have a fit.&nbsp; I would be so grateful if you would help.)<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 08:13:56</strong>
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				When Marie-Élise gazed across the heat of the crowded room, her eyes widened. In the resistance, they intentionally ensured that as few people as possible knew of any other person in the movement. Thus, when Marie-Élise had information to prove or needed to receive special instructions, she used coded messages and pre-identified locations where she could either deliver or receive her instructions. But once, curiosity had overwhelmed her and she had lingered hidden until the message she had dropped off was picked up. <br><br>The man who had taken her message from the drop site was now standing across the room dressed in evening clothes and speaking with a German officer. Marie could not help the small smile that flirted across her face. She had known that she was not the only one in the resistance working this room, but to have it confirmed added a little extra spark to the night. Just then a stunning German woman began to speak to her in the kind of French that made Marie-Élise feel just a little inferior. Her French while Parisian had a slightly lower class touch, a blue collar tone reflecting the neighborhood in which she grew up. <br><br>Her eyes briefly flickered with fear as they did when anyone paid her attention in this Nazi house of horrors, but the woman’s voice was not cruel and she touched on the one thing that always calmed Marie-Élise, sewing. The smaller dark haired girl looked up with a smile. “Bien sûr, je peux vous aider. “ She was already reaching into her pocket for her sewing kit. “Peut-être que nous pouvons aller aux toilettes où il sera plus facile d'y remédier. “ She said gesturing to the nearest elegant ladies room. It would be so much easier to conduct the repair in privacy. With a shy smile, she showed that she very much understood the woman’s anxiety of avoid incurring the general’s wrath. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 17:06:45</strong>
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				It was not lost on Veronika the look that the girl had on her face as she looked across the room.&nbsp; There was a man there, a civilian, that she clearly recognized....and was surprised to see.&nbsp; It could be nothing....but Dresdner took note of the man, as well as whom he was speaking too, and decided that she would find him later for a conversation.&nbsp; One of the benefits of being SS was that if she tortured the man for information and he proved not to have any...well....he was simply a French Civilian.&nbsp; He would simply disappear and no one would ever know what happened to him.&nbsp; <br><br>But the look she gave him spoke volumes...and Veronika would have bet her last Reichsmark on them both being Resistance.&nbsp; Yes, this little one would prove most useful. <br><br>When she initially made her request, the girl had responded with a flash of fear simply at her presence.&nbsp; However, once she realized what was being asked, she relaxed....and even invited her into the ladies room to take care of the problem.&nbsp; Veronika smiled at her and nodded....gesturing for her to lead the way. "Merci tellement! Vous êtes un épargnant de vie!" she said as they went.&nbsp; (Thank you so much!&nbsp; You are a life saver!)<br><br>Once they'd safely reached the ladies room, Veronika locked the door behind them, blushing a bit....as if she was embarrassed and didn't want anyone walking in on them. Her uniform jacket was undone with a few buttons and left to hang open.&nbsp; Next she reached behind her and unzipped her uniform skirt, then stepped out of it.&nbsp; Veronika was in the habit of dressing up beneath her uniform.&nbsp; While she managed to make her uniform look quite good, she always felt better when she wasn't forced to wear the standard issue underthings.&nbsp; She had certainly taken full advantage of being in Paris since her arrival and had purchased several new items from a lingerie shop, which she was now wearing.&nbsp; She had on a pair of nude colored silk stalkings held up with a dark red lace garter belt.&nbsp; The panties she wore with them matched.&nbsp; With her jacket hanging open, it was easy to see through her uniform blouse and find that the bra she was wearing also matched.&nbsp; <br><br>Veronika handed over her skirt...blushing a bit and wondering if Marie-Élise would take notice.&nbsp; Multiple parts of her hoped she would....the devious side because that would allow her to exert a form of control over the girl.&nbsp; If she could develop a relationship with her, then they would have a basis for future dealings.&nbsp; However, another part of her wanted Marie to notice because....if had simply been so long since she'd been with anyone.&nbsp; Felt a warm, soft body pressed against her and the pleasure that came with that.&nbsp; Just the thought of it nearly made her whimper, but she stifled it before anything made it past her lips.<br><br>"J'ai peur que je ne sache pas votre nom. Le dirigeant qui vous a indiqué dehors moi a seulement dit que vous étiez un ouvrière couturier. Mon nom est Veronika. Il fait tout à fait beau de vous rencontrer." (I am afraid I do not know your name. The officer who pointed you out to me only said you were a seamstress.&nbsp; My name is Veronika.&nbsp; It is quite nice to meet you.)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 06:23:50</strong>
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				Almost eagerly, Marie-Élise followed Veronika into the lady’s room. A chance to exercise her craft and perhaps earn the gratitude of another high ranking Nazi was not to be missed. She glanced around the subtle elegance of the bathroom with its genuine cloth towels so white and pristine.&nbsp; The sound of the door locking behind her started her, but she understood shyness and was unconcerned. When Veronika stepped out of her skirt, Marie-Élise gave a little gasp of delight. “Oh mademoiselle, this lingerie it is magnificent.” Her eyes showed an admiring delight. She had always wanted to design and create beautiful works of art in the form of dresses and lingerie for other women, but life had not presented her with such an opportunity so she labored creating staid masculine attire on behalf of her employer. While she admired the lovely oh-so feminine form before her, Veronika began to speak.<br><br>She smiled. It was so much more comforting to speak with another woman. Where the General’s presence had overpowered her, she felt able to relax ever so slightly in the presence of a woman, who while still her enemy, was so elegant and lovely. “My name is Marie-Élise Lorraine and I am honored to help you out. She moved forward. “Show me the tear and I will soon have it made right.” The small dark haired woman moved nearer to Veronika. “Your perfume is lovely,” she murmured with a blush as she took the garment. While not a virgin, Marie had never thought of another woman in a sexual sense. But there was something about Veronika, something in the air that vibrated back and forth between the two women, which had Marie blushing and feeling a gentle thrum in her body. <br><br>It was a confusing feeling and one that if she spent any time at all thinking about it, she would know she had to suppress it. This woman was the enemy. If only she knew more about her, but Marie had never run into this beautiful creature before. As her hazel eyes fixed on the seductive curves of Veronika’s body, she felt a touch of envy and not just for the lace of her lingerie. Her own subtler smaller curves seemed somehow inadequate next to this blonde goddess.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 04:09:30</strong>
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				Veronika let herself blush a little when Marie fairly gushed over the lingerie she was wearing.&nbsp; Partly because the girl was letting her guard down...and partly because she was genuinely happy that someone appreciated her selection.&nbsp; "Surely you have made things for your female clients as pretty or even more so?" the German inquired. She could feel the seamstress looking her over....and it didn't take a Rocket Scientist to recognize the gleam of excitement in someone's eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is wonderful to meet you, Marie-Élise," she said, letting a smile cross her face.&nbsp; "And thank you.....the perfume was a gift from my mother," she lied.&nbsp; Veronika Dresdner was a dyed-in-the-wool predator....lying was as easy for her as breathing.&nbsp; Holding up her uniform skirt, she showed the girl where she'd cut her seem.&nbsp; "I really don't know what happened...but I must have cut it one something quite sharp."<br><br>She could tell that little Marie-Élise was her's for the taking....if she proceeded carefully.&nbsp; Dresdner could feel the emotions rolling off of her new-found friend and mixed in with all of it was a little more than a hint of response.&nbsp; The blond just knew the brunette had never even considered being with a woman....yet she was fairly vibrating in response to Veronika.&nbsp; For her own part....the want that she felt for Marie-Élise was the only part of the exchange that wasn't faked.&nbsp; <br><br>As she indicated where the tear was, she allowed her hip to brush against Marie-Élise's.&nbsp; There was a little spark there....and Veronika blushed again.&nbsp; "Oh...I...I'm sorry."&nbsp; <br><br>The urge to lean in and kiss her was strong.&nbsp; But this ploy would fail utterly if it was rushed.&nbsp; So she pulled back the full measure of her want and need, letting only the smallest bit color her feelings which she knew full well another woman would pick up on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 08:49:07</strong>
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				Marie-Élise rapidly revised her first impression of Veronika as a hardened Nazi. The girl had a rather charming demeanor that Marie found quite intoxicating. She knelt down to examine the tear, her eyes unable to avoid admiring the lovely form of the other woman. She too blushed as she almost absent mindedly caressed the silken texture of the woman’s lingerie. “You mother has beautiful taste,” she said with a smile and then with a frown. “You must have rubbed against something sharp, a metal edge of some sort, but I can mend it easily.” <br><br>As she spoke, she had already pulled out her sewing kit and wetting her lips briefly, she dampened an end of a thread and slid it through the eye of a needle with a skilled hand. When <br>Veronika’s hip brushed against her, the sudden racing of her heart came not from fear this time, but an underlying sensual excitement. “I always wanted to create such pretty designs. When I first began, I dreamed of working with silks and lace.” Marie-Élise gave a rueful smile. “But one takes what work one can and men’s suits are where I find myself.” As she spoke to Veronika, she finished up the simple repair and put away her thread and needle. <br><br>She couldn’t help a gentle caress that might have passed as simply a gesture to signal that the repair was done. But the way Marie-Élise sucked in her breath; it was obvious she was a little shocked by the almost electric current that she felt on touching the other woman. Rapidly, she tried to stand, her eyes looking down in embarrassment.&nbsp; She had intended to act the spy with this woman, but the almost intimate nature of their encounter had deeply flustered Marie-Élise. While not a virgin, Marie-Élise was inexperienced sexually and naive enough not to realize her attraction to the taller woman.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 03:58:55</strong>
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				Veronika was more than pleased with herself, but she kept that buried inside.&nbsp; And even better than that was that she was giving her the best opening she could have ever asked for.&nbsp; Letting herself blush once more, "Would.....would you like to create a new set for me?&nbsp; Something really fun?"&nbsp; <br><br>The blonde smiled at the other woman as she fixed the seam she'd cut with ease.&nbsp; She couldn't help but be amazed at the skill.&nbsp; As she tried to stand, Veronika offered her her hand......and lifted her upright.&nbsp; With all of the body language and with the way the room felt just then, she couldn't help but press the issue just a little.&nbsp; With a gentle motion, she lifted Marie-Élise's chin and kissed her softly.....and then recoiled.&nbsp; "Oh My....I'm so sorry!&nbsp; I don't know what's come over me."<br><br>Turning away, she covered her face with her hands.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 19:01:07</strong>
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				Marie-Élise felt a sense of power. Scary in an abstract sense as a Nazi officer with the power to make any civilian’s life hell, she had stumbled on a hidden side to Veronika. Her stammer and blushes told Marie-Élise that Veronika was attracted to Marie-Élise. Wouldn’t it be a wonderful coup if she could somehow use that attraction as a way of aiding the resistance? Even as Marie-Élise told herself anything that happened would be for the war effort, there was a tingling undercurrent that said she was incredibly intrigued by the possibilities. With more confidence that she had ever felt, Marie-Élise responded to Veronika’s question. “I would be honored. You have a glorious body and nothing would please me more than to design something that would set off your beauty.”<br><br>When Veronika appeared overwhelmed and kissed her, Marie-Élise felt a sensual shock flirt through her body. As the other woman stammered and apologized, Marie-Élise smiled and looked up into the taller woman’s eyes. “No need to apologize. You are a very attractive woman.” She stepped near Veronika and let her hands rest on the other woman’s hips. “You tasted divine and I myself was desperate to do the same thing.” She turned her mouth upward to the other woman, her mouth an invitation for more erotic explorations. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:25:23</strong>
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				After a few minutes re-preparing his uniform Eckhart made his way back to the party. His dealings with Marie had sufficiently pissed off General Straab to the point that Eckhart liked. He passed the steaming general without so much as a second glance. His power was much more than Straab could ever have and maintain. As he re-entered the room Eckhart noticed that Marie was no where to be found, if she had left a guard would have informed her. Eckhart's inner paranoia began to flare up. She could be doing any number of things. <em>'Contacting the resistance? Discussing details of my order with other officers?? Wait, maybe she is just in the washroom...'</em> Thought Eckhart as he rounded a corner approaching the women's restroom. He wouldn't dare enter without knowing no one was in there, but he knew people would have to come out eventually.<br><br>He waited by a nearby column and waited for the inevitable opening of the door. Several guards became nervous as Eckhart's demeanor changed suddenly from happy and cordial to quiet and plotting. He didn't know what was going on, but he had a fishy feeling about all of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue Subsection 1) "Deadly Threads"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 02:24:07</strong>
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				Veronika felt Marie's hands on her hips and heard her words....suddenly feeling hot despite being half naked.&nbsp; Without really thinking about it, she let her own hands slide around the girl's waist.....then pulled her close and kissed her again, this time much more slowly.....with a sort of longing that spoke volumes about how long it had been for her.&nbsp; She wanted the connection.....though none of it betrayed her ultimate motive.&nbsp; To destroy the French Resistance to the very last man, woman, or child if need be.&nbsp; <br><br>But at the very moment she granted herself a small bit of a reward for all of her hard work.&nbsp; She would enjoy this girl.<br><br>The blonde's hands began to roam over Marie's back slowly...one going lower...the other going upward, her fingers tangling in the girl's soft, brown hair.&nbsp; As they kissed a small whimper escaped her.&nbsp; 
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