The Americans landed as planned. Somewhat off course, one of them, Jon from the Bronx recognized the farmhouse. "It's Helena's" he said breathing out, relieved. "anyone got a smoke?" he said smiling and looking around quickly at his buddies.
"Are you shitting? this woman's a spy and God knows who's in there with her. Ten to one there's Germans", said the Captain snapping the Camel right out of Jon's mouth. He grinned and the Captain motioned for four of his men to advance.
In the window, Helena seemed angelic. The man at her feet was indeed very blond, the men could hear her calling his name "Hans" several times. She shook her head and Hans returned the ring to his pocket, his head hung low. He stood up.
"NOW!" shouted the Captain. The door busted in Hans said "your work, Helena?" with a terrible smile just before he was shot and she began to cry.
The men advanced into the room "nice job, spy!" and she ran into the night.