(Hello! It's been a hot minute because I've been moving and on top of that I've been trying to figure out how this site works and I'm failing. That being said, here's a new chapter! 3)

It had been an odd couple of months for Miriam since she joined up with the basterds, not that she had much choice. She had been handpicked by Aldo and had been told by him many times that she was his one and only choice for this job. She had always wondered why he picked her out of the others in the lineup. The other women seemed to have better qualifications for the job, and yet, he picked her. "It's cause when I met up with the other women, they didn't have the same look in their eyes, the way you did. They were there for the job, you were there for much more than that," he told her. She looked up to him ever since that day.

She moved up in the basterds ranks quickly as she was seen as one of the men. The Nazis that mocked her for dressing like a man soon got their lights knocked out by Donny or viciously mocked and tortured by the other men, namely Stiglitz. Just like the other men she had to earn her keep too and not just by patching the men up when they got hurt, she was also expected to get the scalps of 100 Nazis. She got better the longer she was with them.

There came a point where the men decided to try and get with Miriam. Aldo was not impressed. They'd flirt and he'd give them a look from afar but sadly for him, they'd be too busy trying their hand at flirting. Donny was especially blind when it came to that and the other men decided to take bets on how long it'd take before Aldo tore him a new one. Hugo and Wicki were the ones to start said bets.

A thick Boston accent cuts through the air, "So, uh doll, I've been thinkin' about our date when we get back…" Miriam stopped sewing the stitches in his arm before raising an eyebrow, "Yeah what about it?" Donny turned to look back at her, "I was thinkin' about taking ya to a ball game. Think you'll like that?" She stopped herself from laughing and tightened the ponytail holding her long dark brown hair. He noticed her reaction immediately and turned back to his original position, "hardy har har, laugh all ya want. I take it you're still saying no?" She went back to finishing his stitches, "Donny I am not changing my mind. The answer will always be no." She finished up the last stitch on his arm before patting him on the shoulder, "Right now we cannot be distracted." A set of footsteps came towards the tent. The flap opened and the lieutenant walked in before he sized up the situation. He made a face while rubbing his chin, "Damn good job Miriam," "Thank you, Lieutenant." He nodded at her, "Think you need ta step out a moment, need ta talk to Donowitz a moment," "Of course." She nodded before she stood up and walked outside.

She had made her way over to the other men, finding Wicki and Stiglitz immediately. They both gave each other a look before they all began to speak German. "Did he try again?" Wicki started. She nodded, "Poor bastard doesn't know when to quit. I feel bad though, he always looks so sad," Hugo had interrupted her when she mentioned that, "then let him be sad. You gave him the answer, he needs to move on." Aldo and Donny both came out of the tent, both headed to the front of camp while Donny called the basterds to attention.

The men and single woman lined up one by one in front of them. Aldo eyed them up, "We got some information about a British spy joinin' our ranks and besides that our little lady here has a little solo mission while we do some waitin' around," Also paused while Miriam had a confused look at that statement. Aldo looked at her as he began to continue, "Now this aint my choice, in fact I think it's a stupid fuckin' decision but what the brass says is what we do," he looked around. He looked at Donny's clearly irritated face and went back to the line of soldiers in front of him, "Miriam, you have a solo mission while we wait for our contact. We'll meet back up when we get the information we need and go from there. Sound good?" The rest of the group yelled 'yes sir' back.