Therese grinned, "Let's hope, shall we?"
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Kenny thought this sounded reasonably executable, even for someone with his unfortunate lack of any useful skills.He did have good aim, although it had been a while since he'd done any throwing - as a youngster he'd played games on the streets in Berlin with his friends, and they'd lobbed things then. Once Kenny's family moved back to England, he had been focusing intently on his studies instead, although whether any of this was actually done of his own will was doubtful. (Although it was true not making big decisions for himself was all right with Kenny.) So much for doctor, lawyer or even star military general; Kenny had disappeared off to the Netherlands after school and left his parents as busy with whatever Churchill was planning next as ever. It hadn't been a hard move in the end.
"That's fine," Kenny said to Dirk. "We can do the Molotovs if you're sorted for all the other positions." Kenny didn't like the thought of himself being even jointly responsible for a Jagdtiger, so thought he'd better stick with something else like setting vehicles on fire. That sounded just a wee bit less daunting, at least he could stay hidden in the bushes... "Anton has scarily good eyesight. He can watch out for anyone watching us." Anton grinned. He never seemed to get tired of hearing compliments about his eyesight for some reason.
"Is that so?" Dirk asked, interested in Kenny's claim about his friend. "Your friend Anton should be very useful tonight. We could definitely use someone with good eyes to observe the situation when we reach the airbase and the group of German armor here in town, as well as act as a spotter for the mortar teams throughout the bombardment of the airbase. What languages does your friend speak... umm... I don't think I caught your name, actually."
(Maybe a scouting party? I guessed they knew what it looked like…)
Therese chuckled, "Sounds like fun. We might even make it." Another lock of coppery found its way between her teeth as rested her head in her hands.
"Here," said Pierre, handing over his painfully detailed map.