09-01-2011, 04:09 AM
Arching her back Jenna stretched her tight muscles. For hours now she had been busy cleaning and fixing the rebel's weapons. Anything to do with them she was the go to girl. For some reason she was so in-tuned with weapons it was just natural. Setting down the knife she had been sharpening Jenna stood up from her stool.
Sweaty and tired she decided she needed a little break from working. She had been so engrossed with her work she had missed lunch and dinner. Stomach growling Jenna glared down at it. First she needed to go take a bath in the river, then she could find some food and then maybe sleep.
Picking up her gun and a knife she recently just sharpened Jenna made her way over to her personal tent. Going inside she threw the two weapons down on her bed and grabbed a fresh set of clothes and a towel. Strapping her knife onto her thigh for the walk she grabbed her clothes and towel in her left hand, while her right held her pistol. Jenna never went anywhere without some type of weapon on her.
Walking out of her tent she made her way in the dark to the river. She was just about to walk out of the tree line when she spotted a dark form in front of her. Frowning Jenna crouched down and studied the form. She almost cursed when she realized the form was wearing a Nazi uniform. Juliet was suppose to be here somewhere. Setting her clothes and towel on the ground Jenna put her pistol in the holster strapped on her lower back. Then pulling her knife out she crept forward.
When she was close enough she sprang up on the soldier's back. Wrapping her left arm around his forehead, her legs tight around his waist and her blade pressed hard against his neck. "Drop any weapon your holding right now or I will slice your throat open. Go ahead see if I'm bluffing," she growled out her German accent thick with anger. To make her point know Jenna pressed her blade down a bit harder, causing a drop of blood to form on the mans neck. She wasn't going to chance anything. Jenna would die protecting any of the rebels.
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