Hey guys!

Soooo I decided to write a Band of Brothers story the other day...randomly... It's been a while since I've published anything on here so hopefully I get back into the swing of things quickly!

I will tell you right now that this story is basically completed. I've written the whole thing and now I'm just going through and doing MAJOR edits to it all. I'm thinking I may do like, one or two updates a week, depending on his quickly I'm able to edit stuff.

As a quick side note for my story, I've tried to be as historically accurate as possible (aka checking dates, reading Stephen Ambrose's book, etc) but I will be the first to admit that history classes were never quite my forte. I will also be the first to admit that from time to time I have a tendency to make mistakes. I'm only human. Plus, since this is technically my piece of work, sometimes I just decided to go with my own flow and rewrite some stuff. Sue me (but actually please don't. I don't have that kind of money).

But for now, here's my intro/prologue/whatever you want to call it. Let me know what you think!

A Covert Affair

The sound of big brass music drifted across the street, seemingly calling to passersby to enjoy its upbeat tune as it floated out of the only pub in Aldbourne. The same pub that was currently filled to the roof with American paratroopers. It was ten o'clock on a Friday night after a long week of training for the war, why shouldn't they be out celebrating? Who cared if they had more training in the morning, they wanted to drink and by hell they were going to drink.

From the shadows across the street, a woman stood, watching the pub with calm eyes. Pulling out a compact mirror, she lifted it to her face, making last minute checks for perfection. Although she had just done her makeup before leaving her hotel room, she wanted to make sure the night wind hadn't done any damage to her masterpiece. Satisfied that her makeup was as good as it was going to get, she lifted the mirror, checking over her hair. Grabbing a couple bobby pins from her purse, she set the mirror down on a rock wall and leant down to look in it, using both hands to pin back a few flyaways. Checking her hair again, she nodded to herself before shutting the mirror and putting it back in her purse, simultaneously taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

Her mission tonight wasn't any different from any of her other missions. Infiltrate, flirt, segregate... they were all part of her routine and she had done it so many times she could do it in her sleep. Still, she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. It had been a while since she had been on the job, a year to be exact, and although her file laid it all out plainly so there was no way anyone could doubt her abilities, this particular group of superiors hadn't seen her in action before. She knew she had to act well her part so she could leave them impressed.

She had learned that military men often doubted skill level until they witnessed it firsthand. You could brag about shooting a bull's-eye every time you fired your gun but until your commanding officer actually saw it, it hadn't happened. That was what tonight was, a test to see if she could really live up to her file. She planned to blow their expectations out of the water.

As she began to walk across the street toward her destination, she thought through her personal directions one more time, knowing she could never forget them but worrying about it all the same. It had been over a year after all, and this type of work wasn't like riding a bike.

Step one: infiltrate. Become a member of the crowd and join in until you're actually accepted as one of the crowd.

She knew that one wouldn't be too hard. From asking around town earlier today she had found that many of the local women steered clear of the pub on weekends, specifically because of the American paratroopers. With their lack of female interaction, it wouldn't be too hard for her to be accepted by the men. Some of them had been in training for months, only having the weekends to surround themselves with civilians. She was pretty convinced that none of them would turn down the chance to talk to a pretty girl, especially if she seemed so eager to talk to them. All she had to do was play the innocent English girl who just wanted to flirt with the Yanks.

Step two: flirt. Use every female characteristic you have to string as many men along as you can. Make them interested without overdoing it and making them turned off.

That one would be easy as well. These men hadn't seen any type of action, militarily or romantically, in weeks. The presence of a woman would send them over the edge.

All she would have to do would be use a few coy phrases, bat her eyelashes a few times, and play the naive bystander and she would have them eating out of the palms of her hands. If one of them didn't fall for her charm, twenty more could easily take his place.

Step three: segregate. Get them one-on-one. Once you've built a rapport with all of them, build each one stronger. Men talk more when they're alone and have all your attention.

"Why don't we dance?" was her favorite way to get a man on his own. Most men would never turn down the chance to wrap their arms around a pretty lady, especially if she was the one to suggest it. She was willing to bet that most men at that pub wouldn't turn down the chance to wrap their arms around an unattractive lady either, but she was lucky she didn't have to worry about that. Plus, what American soldier wouldn't jump at the chance to impress a woman with all they've learned and done in their training? Most girls fawned over men who could claim they fired a bazooka at a practice target.

She repeated those steps again and again as she allowed the crisp fall air to push her in the front door of the pub. Immediately, the smell of stale beer and cigarettes hit her nose, making her head spin slightly. Getting herself under control, she set her coat on a coat rack by the door and then turned to survey the room.

Paratroopers in their Class As were spread out, filling the entire place well past capacity. This was either going to be very easy or extremely hard. Spotting a group of six men leaning against the bar, she decided that would be her best bet. Besides, she needed a drink in hand if she wanted to fit in to her best ability.

Her superiors were counting on her and she wasn't about to let them down.

So there ya go! My intro/prologue/whatever you want to call it!

Please, please, PLEASE let me know what you think! Reader reviews are like candy to me, and since I'm on a diet for my cousin's wedding in a few weeks, wouldn't you rather I get tons of reviews than tons of candy?