Chapter: Machinery Sounds

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….. Beginning of 1944; Outskirt of France Borders: ...

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The smell burnt her nostrils as she took a long deep inhale then a heavy exhale from her mouth. A small cough escaped her as the scent of smoke and blood burned through the air.

There was a yell of the German language thrown in her direction, to which she bowed her head as she stared down at what was at hand. Before her, laid on top of what used to be a long wooden dining room table, was a soldier, who was groaning in pain and wincing every time she dug into their skin.

It was not her country soldier. It was the enemy soldier to her country. She had been taken hostage by the enemy because they realized her skills as a medic.

The soldier was a German soldier. A Nazi soldier to be exact.

The soldier was apart of a group of ten that had taken down the American soldiers that she had been traveling with in their convoy truck. They discovered that she was one of the few female medics a part of the American Army and they taken her hostage.

A hostage, a medic, and a woman of thirty-five years old.

Nayla Michaels knew she needed to get away from these men.

Using a long tweezers to clasp on the bullet, she pulled it out of the soldier's left leg slowly. A sound of relief escaped the soldier. He brought his hands up to rub them across his sweaty face.

Dropping the bullet into a bowl, Nayla dropped the medical tool before stepping to the bowl filled with clean warm water. She used a cloth to dip into the water before moving back to the soldier, cleaning up his injury and then she began to stitch his leg.

Once the soldier was all situated, Nayla cleaned herself up and then she found herself a spot to sit away from the Nazi soldiers.

In a corner on a low chair, Nayla kept her eyes on the Nazis soldiers hovering around the front of the abandoned house. They spoke to one another in German while loading up their assault rifles.

They were talking in a frenzy and their voices rose an octave. By their reaction, Nayla realized that the allies must be coming near. Nayla shut her eyes to strain her hearing to listen to outside the building.

There were clicking sounds of metal hitting against each other. A powerful engine.

Her eyes snapped open as she picture almost immediately what made that unusual sound.

"A tank." She whispered, standing up from her spot to sneak up to one of the windows.

The Nazis soldiers quiet themselves, not wanting the allies to hear them, especially when they had a tank.

Nayla stood in the background, behind the Nazis as she stared out the window to see a tank slowly rolling by with a group of twenty foot soldiers following behind.

She wanted to scream, to make some sort of loud sound for them to come this way, to take these Nazis out and to save her from being held captive.

Stepping forwards, Nayla eyes stayed on the window, but she winced as she stepped onto a loose floorboard that made a loud creaking sound.

One of the Nazi soldier's turned to her and snapped something in German, but it appeared that he spoke to loudly because the next moment, the foot soldiers outside were shouting about hearing something from the house.

Panicking, the Nazi soldiers began to fire at the American soldiers on foot.

Nayla ran to grab her medical bag then she made way to the stairs as the building began to be fired upon.

She ended up diving to the floor, crawling her way down the stairs. She flinched as bullets torn up the house. The Nazi soldiers stood no chance against this heavy arterially, especially coming from a tank.

She kept her head down as she crawled, but lost her grip causing her to slide down the rest of the steps.

"Oof!" Nayla slammed into the wall at the end of the stairs.

She rolled her way into the corner of the staircase platform, throwing her arms over her head as the bullets kept puncturing holes through the small house.

It felt like forever before the rain of bullets stopped. Their was a yelling command from outside to search the house for any survivors.

Pulling herself up against the wall, Nayla held her medical bag to her chest as she waited for the American soldiers to come raid the house. Hearing the boots coming closer until the front door was slammed open.

"The shots came from the second floor."

"Grado and Bible, check upstairs."

A sense of relief flowed through Nayla at the American voices. Slowly, she pushed herself up to stand, but froze at the sound of a click of a gun.

"Lookup now."

Slowly, Nayla lifted her head up to find herself staring up into a set of blue eyes that reminded her of the deep blues of the Atlantic Ocean. It was a man that was taller than her by inches, his face covered in grim and his facial expression was nothing but business.

The man eyes scanned her up and down, taking in the dirty clothes on her. Combat boots, dark tan pants tucked into them, a worn down shirt underneath a dark forest green jacket with a medic patch on the left arm. His eyes caught the American flag patch above the medic patch.

"You're an American?"

"Yes. I had been taken hostage by the Nazis that you had just killed. They killed the convoy that I had been station with. They saw that I was a medic and kept me here to patch up a few of their men." Nayla informed him.

"You're safe now."

"Thank you. Truly, thank you." Nayla replied, watching a smirk come onto his lips.

"Whoa, who is this pretty lady? A French woman?" Another man appeared with dirt covering his face, he was tall and the sides of his head were shaved leaving the top of his head full of black hair that was messy. This man eyed her like a piece of meat and even went so far to reach out to caress her face.

"American is more like it." Nayla fired at the man, smacking his hand away with a glare.

The man gave her a sly smirk with a wink making Nayla to continue glaring at him. She knew that the men hadn't been around women in ages and often found themselves getting lovers around here. But for her, she ignored these men to the best of her abilities.

"Grady, enough." The man that had found Nayla, snapped.

The man named Grady raised his hand in the air while stepping back a few steps to stand beside three other men.

Nayla took the men in before looking back at the blue eyed man, who eyed the four men before he turned his attention back on her.

"What is your name?"

"Nayla Michaels." Nayla answered.

"Well, Ms. Nayla Michaels, let us step outside and get out of this hellhole of a house that held you hostage."

They walked outside where Nayla saw that the group of Americans that had been on foot to see almost half their group was now cut down. There were only about twelve now, instead of twenty.

Nayla followed the tough attractive man that she still didn't know the name of. They stepped up to a Sherman Tank that had the word 'Fury' written along the cannon.

"What is your name?"

"Staff Sergeant Don Collier. But you can call me Wardaddy."

"Wardaddy?" Nayla eyebrows raised as she repeated this unique nickname.

There was amusement clear in her eyes causing Collier to eye her back with raised eyebrows in a challenging manner to question his nickname.

"Behind you is Bible, Gordo, Coon-Ass and Red." Collier pointed out each of his crewmates that were a part of the Fury tank.

Each man gave Nayla their own salute, but in a smartass manner. Nayla shook her head at their actions. Her attention went back on Collier, watching him pull out a cigarette to light it up. The rest of his crew began to climb back onto the tank.

"Need a lift?" Collier asked, turning to the Fury tank as he went to step up onto it, but paused to look back at her.

"You're serious?" Nayla replied.

"Why would I ask, princess?"

Nayla paused in stepping up to the tank as he called her this particular nickname. It made her to rest her gloved hands on her hips and her eyes to narrow on him.

Seeing that she clearly didn't like the nickname that he had given her, Collier held his hands up with a sarcastic yet charming grin.

"Do not call me princess."

"Fine. Come on, milady, your chariot awaits." Collier mockingly did a polite gentleman voice as he held his left hand out for her to grab.

Rolling her eyes, Nayla reached up to rest her right hand in his. With ease, Collier pulled her up onto the tank. He made her to sit on the edge of the top hatch where she could slide down inside the tank.

Coming to sit beside her, left leg pressed against her right leg, Collier yelled around his surroundings that they were leaving. The foot soldiers circled the tank, a few sat on the tank with their feet hanging off the sides.

"Where are we heading?"

"Who says you're joining us?"

"Where else am I supposed to go?"

"Get away from this. Go live a life as a housewife or something." Collier mumbled, looking away from Nayla to scan their surroundings as they began traveling down a dirt road through a heavily, forest area.

"I am not leaving after spending a year over here. I may be a woman, but I am a medic first and save lives. I serve for our country too. The only difference between you and I is that you have a dick and I don't." Nayla told him sharply.

She was tired of being looked down upon just because she was a woman.

His eyes snapped back on her her, his eyes searching her eyes before a chuckle escaped from him. He nodded his head while taking a long drag of his cigarette then flicked it off into the dirt road below the tank.

"Good attitude." Collier said, eyes facing back forward.

Nayla looked away from him to stare around their surroundings too. She felt the need to always be on guard if she was to stick with these men to wherever they were going.

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Hours passed and they still traveled on the dirt road that went through a forest.

Throughout the ride, snarky comments were exchanged throughout the tank crew toward one another. A few of those comments were tossed at Nayla. Most comments thrown at Nayla were from Grady, or better known as Coon-Ass. Nayla mostly ignored him as he made crude comments about wanting her to sleep with him.

"I can make it worth your while."

Before Nayla could shoot another death glare at Grady inside the tank, Collier spoke out with an annoyed tone of voice.

"Coon-Ass, shut the fuck up now." Collier stated firmly making Grady to snort and disappeared further inside the tank.

There was awkward silence before Collier cleared his throat and glanced at Nayla.

"Are you a nurse back in the states?"

"Yes."

"Family?"

"A little boy."

Finding out about her having a child, Collier perked up as he realized that they have a mother on board their tank. Collier held himself back from stuffing her into the tank and tell her to stay inside to keep her safe.

"What's his name?"

"Tristan Anthony Michaels. He is seven years old."

"Is he back home with your husband?"

"I'm a widow."

"Sorry. You're not the only one." Collier mumbled as he looked away from her.

Collier eyes casted up toward the sky that was beginning to turn into warm colors as the sun was setting.

"Sorry."

Collier only shook his head then looked at her in the corner of his eyes before looking forward with a sigh. He reached into his coat to pull out another cigarette when a bullet ricochets off the tank causing Nayla to duck with Collier. But Collier soon reacted by shoving her down inside the tank.

Nayla landed on her ass on the hard metal floors of the tank with a thud. Her eyes looked up to the open hatch to watch Collier take hold of one of the exterior machine guns. He began firing off into the distance with the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Turning her attention to the front of the tank, she watched as Gordo and Red firing with their own machine guns that poke out the front of the tank. While Bible looked through a scope, scanning the woods for the target. Grady muttered about the Nazis appearing out of nowhere and such.

A grunt from above drew Nayla's attention back to Collier, who fell back while cursing his head off then went back to grab hold of the machine gun.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine! Fucking cock sucking bitches!" Collier shouted.

Soon the firing stopped and Collier was shouting down toward the foot soldiers that were still alive. Nayla pulled herself up through the hatch to look around to see bodies of Nazis on the edge of the road.

Turning her attention back toward Collier, her eyes scanned over his body where she saw a blood stain on his left shoulder.

"Let me check that out."

"There is a town up ahead. You can check it out there." Collier told her, keeping his hands on the machine gun as he continue to scan the forest.

Nayla ducked back into the tank to move over to her medical bag that fallen off her when she got shoved down earlier. She dug through the medical backpack until she pulled out a holster with a handgun in it. The Nazi that had captured her earlier didn't find this gun as it had been well hidden in a secret pocket within her medical backpack.

Strapping the holster around her waist, she moved back out of the hatch where she rested her arms on the edge to keep herself outside. Her eyes looked around the forest before she pulled herself up to sit back beside Collier.

"You should be inside."

"I'll get inside if you let me check you out."

"The hell. I'm dealing with a stubborn ass woman."

"I just met you and I can tell you are a stubborn ass man. Now let me che—"A bullet whizzed between Collier and Nayla face causing Collier to look ahead to search for the location of where that shot came from.

Another shot made Nayla to duck as the bullet ricocheted off the tank. Pulling the handgun out, Nayla looked up in time to see a Nazi soldier running behind the trees while taking another shot toward the tank, completely missing.

Lifting the handgun up, Nayla aimed and zeroed in on the target before she pulled the trigger. Within a second, blood burst from the soldier's neck and they slammed to the ground.

Lowering the handgun, Nayla stared at the spot where the enemy went down before she let out a deep exhale. It wasn't the first time that she had to do this.

An impressed whistle made her to look at Collier to see him leaning up against the machine gun.

"I can see that not only are you a medic, but you have sharp aim. It's not your first time shooting someone, is it?"

"No. Let's just say that I had to learn quickly on how to defend myself when I first came here." Nayla told him, staring down at the handgun in her hands before looking forward as the tank lurched forward again.

Collier nodded, eyeing Nayla up and down before he looked forward. He knew that he did have to worry about her yet at the same time didn't. But, he felt the need to keep her alive like his crew and bring them back home.

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Hi Everyone,

I had just watched this movie Fury and I have to say that the whole time you are on the edge of your seat. Though I wish there had been a different ending to the movie…

Anyways, I'm going to apologize about any historical facts that might be wrong.

Also, I'm starting two years before the movie.

Disclaimer for this chapter and the future chapters: I do not own anything about the Fury series. I do, however, own my original character, Nayla and her son (who will be mentioned some more).

Enjoy!

Thank You!