Oliver was flying over the countryside of Germany about to go and complete his mission of trying to get some information. It was going well until a German pilot spotted him in the darkness of night and shot him down. He tried not to crash into anything, but it ended with him destroying a field of crops. He got out of his cockpit and hid out in the farm hoping not to get spotted
The RAF is Falling Down {p}
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Willow poured the bucket of mash into the horses pans then into the pigs trays. She pauses seeing light crashing down from the midnight blue sky, lit with the full moon. She stood in the doorway of the barn as a shadow emerged from the burning crops that her father and brother worked so hard on. She grabs a rake to protect herself as the shadow neared "Hey!" she shouts to grab their attention seeing their direction was to hide in the hay bales
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Sh*t Oliver thought when he was spotted. He looked at the woman and hid back a bit. "I don't mean you any harm" he said
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Willow shift her feet "Come into the light!" she snaps her German accent a bit heavy, she steps back still holding her own weapon
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Oliver slowly walked out into the moonlight so that she could see him. "I'm unarmed, I swear"
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"Your name?" she asks nearing him, slowly as she sees the lights in the house turn on
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"Oliver, Oliver Greenberg" he answered. He glanced back to see the lights turn on. Please don't turn me in he thought
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"You're from the Brits?" She questions dipping her head for him to followa s she walks into the barn
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"Is it that obvious?" he asked before following her direction and walked into the barn
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"Your outfit and speech...ya" she nods and opens a stall door for him "I'll get you a blanket and pillow...by morning if your still here. Well you'll have breakfast and get to work then we'll try to get you home" she hums
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"I guess I need to start acting more German" he joked. He walked into the stall and curled up on the hay. "So...you aren't going to turn me in?"
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"Nope" she throws him a blanket and pillow before leaving to the house where she had to explain to her family a small just burned the feild up
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He wanted to ask why, but she had left the room. He grabbed the blanket and slowly started to fall asleep
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The woman didn't return until morning with a plate of pancakes in her hand "Brit bot!" She says opening the door
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Oliver sprung up as soon as he heard the words. "Seriously? That's your nickname for me?" he asked
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"Yup.." she hands him breakfast, leaning to the wall
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"You know you can call me Ollie if you want"
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"Eat your food" she orders dismissing his suggestion
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He rolled his eyes and started to eat
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"Names Willow" she introduced as he ate