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“Are you alright?” She asked to the person in front of her.

#cartlandetchase #you can reply with the muse you prefer

Ira: Remember, you can't harm the living.

Suzzie: We can fix that 'living' part.

"Have you ever heard of the OSS?"

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〖✭〗— - The morning’s air was crisp and frigid, nearly burning the lungs with each breath taken in and leaving a thick white bellow of white ghosting outwards with every exhale. Noticeable fog-type mist hovered no more than two feet from the ground, giving the surrounding fields and outer perimeter woods an eerie aurora. Troops were huddled behind the massive bulk of loosely heaped hay, intermingling casually within their assigned squads whilst having a designated one keep alert to take morning watch. Moral was rather high, despite the chilled weather, a night of being able to sleep on moderately soft hay instead of sitting up sleeping against the frozen uneven walls within a foxhole. The hay proving to also provide a greatly appreciated layer of insulating warmth as well as the extra padding. And the absent of any wind chill currently, had everyone in a joyful mood. Even the officers, having the added luxury and shelter of a small barn -more in an aspect of a shed with exactly how small it was, but no one was complaining- for the night. And it made for a pleasant temporary headquarters as they paused in their march, awaiting the arrival of a messenger. One bearing the translations from intercepted German codes to their first and secondary movements along their current lines. A definite advantage, not the mention it’d open up an avenue to received sorely needed supplies, especially with the month growing colder. Currently the company’s leading Captain, Richard Winters, was out surveying the troops as well as the patch of land they were currently stationed on, along with First Sergeant Lipton and Captain Speirs. Thus leaving a lone Captain Lewis Nixion to await the messenger, which fell into his job description of intelligence officer. Plus it allowed him a bit of peace away from the prying eyes of the troops and the sideways glances from the other officers as he slipped a hand inside the chest fold that came down in a ‘v’ shape along his chest to pull out his flask and after twisting the small cap off to pour a generous amount inside his coffee tin. Just returning it to his breast pocket when the sound of footsteps alerted him to an approaching presence. His eyes flicking over the barn’s entrance, his head following the movement at seeing an unfamiliar face but recognizing the uniform and rank of the man approaching their humble dwelling. Nixon let a friendly smile come to his expression, him rising from his seated position against a an empty barrel to meet the other man half way."Captain." Nix greeted, offering a relaxed salute, both displaying his reluctant nature to adhere to strict guidelines and yet still manage to give off the respect it was meant to. Him actually taking the time to do so proving it already. "The OSS? Yes, I’d say, I do ." The other captain nodded several times, then smirking lightly, he added, "Or was that some code that I just ‘mucked’ up?"

#cartlandetchase #〖✭〗#〖✭A War Going On✭〗#//Haha forgive him hes a bit of an asshole right now

"Was everything a lie?"

"Aidan...no.."

"What's this about, what's wrong?"

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Sing Until Your Lungs Give Out~cartlandetchase

Ani looked down at the letter that had arrived. She smiled, looking at the words that would ensure her new job, and she got ready to sing at the concert.------Later that night, she sang at a club that appreciated her talents, a large group of people crowded and dancing before her. Once the concert was over, she stepped backstage towards her dressing room.

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