Her mother was the one who had the figure that would never stop. She’d used it to crawl into a general’s bed and who knew how many others. Her father didn’t mind, it gave him more time with his mistress.
Gerta had taken after her father’s lean form, his military calling, and as little else as she could manage.
“Let’s move, comrade.” They called out, even though she was already in the middle of the pack. Explaining that “comrade” was an outdated Communist term now more of an insult than anything had only anchored the nickname. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake her thick Russian accent.
“Chinook going down with injuries,” the watch commander said as he handed off a sheet of coordinates. “I’ll send a repair crew as soon as I get one. Go secure that site!”
And they went.
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