Marie cycled over the bridge towards the checkpoint. She felt the butterflies in her stomach starting to stir.
Even though she'd done this a hundred times before, the nervousness never lessened.
Her comrades were ahead of her and were smuggling some guns today, but it could be anything.
People, maps , radios...anything that was prohibited by the invaders. The French resistance never rested.
The men ahead of her were having their papers checked and by the time she'd pedaled slowly to the barriers, they were looking around the hay cart. The cart that the guns were buried in.
She was the diversion part in this operation, and she knew exactly what she had to do.
Dressed for attention, she never failed to do her job. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Before the German soldiers had started to investigate the cart holding the contraband, she was already smiling broadly at the three soldiers, chatting to them and flirting wildly with her eyes.
She was well aware of the effect that she had on men, and she used it. A lot.
She soon had all their attention, and they'd all but forgotten about the other vehicle.
With a beautiful and friendly girl to chat to, the monotony of the day had been brightly interrupted and was far more interesting than searching yet another peasants hay cart.
The officer looked over her papers, while the others looked over her.
She smiled back at them as their eyes wandered all over her body, she thinking to herself how much she wanted to take a shower.
The officer that had been looking at her papers motioned for her put her hands up, behind her head.
She knew what this meant.
She was going to be searched.
It wasn't the first time this had happened to her, 'but it may well be the last', She thought grimly to herself.
The other two soldiers watched the procedure, smiling.
She could see the excitement in their eyes, and she was thankful it was just this one officer that was doing the 'searching'.
Reminding herself to not look too happy about the situation, she tried to look uncomfortable. Her mission had been accomplished and that was all that mattered.
They'd become suspicious of her, if she didn't look just a little bit uneasy.
She wasn't remotely perturbed , but she had to act her part.
The search over the officer gave her papers back to her , and sent her on her way.
Smiling warmly, she said 'thank you' to the officer, that only moments ago had his hand on her breasts.
She winked cheekily to the other two soldiers who had enjoyed watching the show.
Pedaling slowly away, she could feel their eyes on her.
She definitely needed that shower.
Heinz, the German officer who just enjoyed searching her, was coming around to see her later that evening.
Nobody knew about their relationship.
It was so taboo to fraternize with the enemy let alone sleep with them, and the German high command were always suspicious of officers who had French girlfriends, seeing them as high security risks.
It was very much in both of their interests, to keep what they had just to themselves.
They'd been lovers for the last three years, and she knew that he was deeply in love with her.
She never felt the same about him, but she did really like him.
He was a very nice guy, and he always treated her like a princess.
She'd kill him later that evening, she thought to herself.
Heinz was one officer- of over forty officers that night, who were going to die in the beds of their French girlfriends - just hours before the allies hit the beaches.
She really liked Heinz, and had she'd garnered lots of vital information over the last couple of years, all passed on to the allies across the English Channel.
'After the sex, though,' She thought to herself, 'The poor guy deserved that one last pleasure.'
She was even going to let him do 'that thing' to her, that he always wanted to do. She'd always said no to that particular 'request' of his, but tonight was different.
Tonight she was going to let him enjoy himself, as much as she possibly could.
...... just before she blew his brains out.
Heinz was really nice guy.