Prisoner of War, Part 2
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Conclusion of the story of a female POW

Jill Alvarez, formerly a private first class in the American Liberation 
Army, now prisoner #27633 of the American Patriots' Army, stepped outside, 
along with her fellow prisoners, into the early morning light that bathed 
Prisoner of War Camp Sunflower.  Normally not a morning person, she was 
rather enjoying her first morning at prison camp because she had just 
beaten up an aggressive prisoner who had picked a fight with her.  The 
aggressive woman in question, Nora, was marching glumly along, a black eye 
prominently visible on her face.  Jill lined up in the assembly area along 
with the rest of the prisoners from Barracks 19.  The barracks leader, 
Megan, stood at the head of the column. 

Around her, prisoners from other barracks stood in neat columns of their
own.  And all around them, armed female guards formed up into position.  
Jill noticed several guards going to each of the barracks leaders and 
talking briefly with them. "Guess that's the reporting of problems," she 
thought.  In the front of the assembly area, a mixed-sex platoon of guards
stood in formation.  Near these guards was an elevated platform on which
three important-looking officers stood, two males and one female.  Megan
leaned over and whispered to Jill. "That female officer on the platform is
Captain Dorgan, the sadistic bitch I told you about yesterday.  The guy in
the middle is Major Harrison, the commandant of this camp.  The other guy
is Captain McDonald, the camp's second-in-command."

When all the prisoners were assembled, Major Harrison gave a short speech
about work assignments and some of the recent problems that had come up.
He then left the platform and went back to the guards' headquarters section
of the camp, presumably to go to his air-conditioned office.  After that,
Captain McDonald read the roll call of prisoners barracks by barracks.
Barracks 19 was near the end, although Jill discovered that her last name
made her listed first alphabetically among her barracks-mates.  Throughout
the assembly, Captain Dorgan never spoke.  She simply fixed the prisoners
with a continuous, cold-blooded stare. "She gives me the creeps," Jill
thought to herself.

After roll call was done and the guards were able to assure themselves that
none of the prisoners had escaped in the night, the prisoners headed to the
mess hall for breakfast.  Breakfast consisted of semi-rotting salted pork
and hard, stale biscuits.  The drinking water was dirty and had the 
occasional insect in it. Jill made several nasty faces as she ate her food.
As it went down, she wondered if it would stay down.

"Here, take this," said Rebecca, Jill's bunk mate. She pointed to her piece
of pork. "I'm Jewish," Rebecca explained. "And unfortunately, pork is the
most common meat we get. These witches aren't exactly respectful of freedom
of religion.  Come on, take it.  You'll need your strength."

"What about you?" asked Jill with a look of concern on her pretty face.

"Oh, I'm used to it by now," replied Rebecca.

"I already feel like throwing up," said Jill.

Rebecca smiled. "Oh, you can handle it," she said, patting Jill's firm abs.
"You've got a strong stomach." Jill managed a smile and took the piece of
pork.

After breakfast, the work day began.  The twenty prisoners of Barracks 19
were herded outside the prison camp's gates by a contingent of six female
guards.  Prisoners from other barracks could be seen being herded off to
locations of their own.  The women of Barracks 19 were marched about a
mile and a half through the desert wilderness until they came to a shallow
valley that had many large rocks scattered around.  They were then 
instructed to begin moving the rocks into piles on the sides of the valley.
Jill could see several big piles of rocks already stacked.  Apparently, the
enemy wanted to build some sort of road through there.

Moving the rocks was harsh work.  Some of them were small enough to be
carried by one person.  Others required the combined efforts of several
prisoners to move.  They slowly moved down the canyon as they cleared bit
by bit of it of rocks, the watchful guards following them.

The temperature went up quickly as the sun rose higher in the sky.  Soon
all the prisoners were sweating as they labored in the desert heat.  The
guards were sweating too, but not nearly as much, since they simply had to
stand around and took occasional sips of water from their canteens.

Jill could see that escape from this point would be very difficult.  The
prisoners were completely unarmed, and each guard carried an assault rifle
and would not hesitate to shoot anyone trying to run away.  The guards were
also very careful about not letting the prisoners get too close to them. In

addition, the location was so isolated that it might be a trek of hundreds
of miles to friendly lines.

It was several hours later when the officer in charge of the guards
announced it was lunchtime.  Lunch consisted of MREs (meals ready to eat),
similar to the ones Jill had had sometimes in her army.  Although the food
tasted like cardboard, Megan informed her that this was the favorite meal
of the day for many of the prisoners, since it was the one least likely to
have insects in it.

After lunch, it was back to more dreary, hot, hard work.  Jill looked at
her muscles as she worked. "At least I'm staying in shape," she thought.

The monotonous routine of labor continued for several more hours, broken
only by an incident that occurred around four in the afternoon.  One of the
guards had started chatting with Rebecca. They seemed friendly towards each
other, even smiling and giggling.  Suddenly, the officer in command of the
guards came up to them. "All right, break it up, you two," she growled.
"Prisoner, get your ass back to work.  Soldier, how many times have I told
you, no fraternizing with the prisoners. If I see this again, you (pointing
at Rebecca) are going in the hole, and you (pointing at the guard) are 
going to the front lines."

Rebecca scowled and went back to work. The guard sighed. "Yes, Lieutenant,"
she said.

Jill slipped over to Rebecca and asked her about the guard. "I've known her
for a while," said Rebecca. "She's friendly.  But don't get the wrong idea-
most of the other guards aren't like that.  They enjoy lording it over us.
They'd side with the officer and forget about loyalty to those of their own
rank." She noticed the disappointed look on Jill's tanned face. "What, were
you thinking of encouraging a little revolution out here?" she said with a
smile and in a low whisper, making sure none of the guards could hear.

Jill laughed. "No, that would be too much to hope for," she said.  She was
about to open her mouth to say something else when she noticed one of the
guards staring and scowling.  The two friends quickly separated and went 
back to work.

As she continued working, Jill's thoughts were on escape.  She had read the
book and seen the movie "The Great Escape," about a bunch of prisoners who
planned a daring escape from a POW camp during World War Two.  Of course,
the prisoners in that story had had a lot more free time, tools, etc. with
which to make their escape.  Still, she continued thinking about it.  She
didn't realize that sometimes, opportunities popped up when you least
expected them.

The sun was low in the western sky when it was finally signalled that the
work day was over.  Herded by the guards, the prisoners marched back to the
camp.  It was a weary walk that seemed longer than the trek that morning.
Finally, they approached the gates and were herded inside.  Prisoners from
other barracks were also arriving.  All the prisoners lined up by barracks
in the assembly area, just like they had that morning.

The roll call proceeded like it had earlier in the day, with Captain
McDonald reading out the names.  Major Harrison, the commandant, was not
present.  After roll call was finished (with everyone there, no one had
escaped that day), McDonald read off a few generic announcements.

After the announcements were over, the prisoners waited to be dismissed.
Suddenly, a voice said, "We're not quite through yet." It was the evil-
sounding voice of Captain Dorgan.  Her voice sent chills down Jill's spine.

Captain Dorgan appeared on the platform in front of the prisoners.  The
look in her eyes was even colder than normal, and there was a wicked-
looking sword in her right hand. "There was a nasty little incident today,"
she continued. "A young troublemaker from Barracks 11 assaulted a guard and
attempted to take her weapon. You all know what the punishment for that is."

Looks of fear spread across the faces of the assembled prisoners.  Two big
female guards suddenly seized a young, slender, black-haired prisoner from
the ranks of Barracks 11. "Bring her to me," Dorgan commanded.

The unfortunate prisoner was marched towards the platform.  One of the 
guards tied the prisoner's hands behind her back as she was herded along.
The prisoner was marched up the platform steps and shoved down, landing on
her knees.

"This is what happens to troublemaking little bitches," snarled Dorgan. 
"Watch and learn not to do what she did." The captain raised her sword. The 
prisoner closed her eyes.  Jill noticed Rebecca close her eyes as well.

"No," whispered Megan. "Eyes open.  Watch and see how cruel she is. We need
to stay angry.  It'll help motivate us to get the hell out of here."
Rebecca reluctantly opened her eyes.

With a sadistic grin, Captain Dorgan swung her sword with a loud warrior
cry, cleanly slicing off the prisoner's head, which flew through the air 
and landed with a THUMP in the dirt.  Blood spurted everywhere.  Some of it
landed on the uniform of Captain McDonald, who was also standing on the
platform.

Jill and Rebecca both gulped nervously.  Megan squeezed both their hands.
"They're all yours, Captain," said Dorgan with a chuckle, casually wiping
her sword on the headless prisoner's orange uniform.  With a quick salute,
she turned and walked off towards the guards' headquarters.  Captain
McDonald saluted back and looked at the prisoners.  Even he looked a little
sick at the display of Dorgan's callous brutality. "The prisoners are
dismissed," he announced.

The prisoners began moving off towards the mess hall for dinner.  Jill
noticed a muscular female guard standing right behind the Barracks 19 group
who had witnessed the scene between Rebecca and Megan.  The guard grabbed
Rebecca by the neck and spun her around. "You, girl," she said. "I have a
little job for you before dinner.  Go pick up that head and put it in the
dump area."

Rebecca looked shocked, not to mention a little sick. "Why me?" she finally
asked.

With a growl, the guard suddenly headbutted Rebecca, sending her stumbling
backwards.  Jill, with an angry look on her face, moved forward to attack
the guard, but was grabbed from behind by Megan's strong arms. "It won't
help," whispered the tall blonde in Jill's ear. "I know it hurts, but a
fight right here will only hurt us all."

The guard pointed her assault rifle at Rebecca. "You do it first because I
say so, and second because I think you're a pussy."

An enraged look came over Rebecca's face. "Say that again, without your
rifle," she snarled. "I'll show you who's the pussy."

The guard laughed, but a look of uncertainty was also showing on her ugly
face. "Get moving," she growled. "Any more back talk and I'll send you to
the hole." Rebecca moved off reluctantly.  The guard turned to Jill and
Megan. "What the fuck are you two staring at? Get outta here!"

"There's someone who needs her fucking skull bashed in," muttered Jill to
Megan as they walked off.  Megan smiled and squeezed Jill's shoulder.  The
little brunette looked at the tall blonde admiringly. "How can you hold
your temper so well?" she asked.

"Experience," said Megan. "Don't worry, you're doing a lot better than I 
was when I first got here."

They entered the large, smelly mess hall.  Dinner that night consisted of
half-rotten fish, stale bread, unappetizing green beans, and more insect-
infested water.  The food was made even more unappetizing by the image of
the recent execution. "Are you good at holding down this prison food too?" 
Jill asked Megan.

The ex-fighter pilot laughed. "I don't think anyone can ever become good
at that," she responded.

Rebecca scurried into the mess hall, grabbed a plate of food, and sat down 
next to Jill.  There were bloodstains on her prisoner uniform. "That took a
lot of balls, standing up to the guard like that," said Jill admiringly.

Rebecca blushed. "Thanks," she said. "I thought I was going in the hole for
sure." She turned to Megan. "Um...you're not mad at me for doing that, are
you?"

Megan ruffled Rebecca's hair affectionately. "Not at all," she said. "In
fact, with a provocation like that, I'd probably be mad at someone who
didn't stand up for herself."

After dinner was over, the prisoners had their few daily hours of free time.
The sun was already setting.  Jill, Rebecca, and Megan began tossing around
an old Frisbee.  They tried to forget about the unpleasant events of the day
as they threw and caught.

A long toss from Megan sailed over Rebecca's raised arms and over one of 
the barracks.  Rebecca scurried over to collect the Frisbee.  Suddenly, she
straightened up and motioned for the others to come over.  Jill and Megan
hurried over to the spot and looked where Rebecca was pointing.  There, on
the inner fence, was a spot where the barbed wire had broken.

"We can go over!" said Rebecca. "Quick, on-the-spot escape! Just like this
story I read about a nobleman who was about to be guillotined during the
French Revolution.  The machine broke down and while a carpenter was fixing
it, the crowd moved in closer to watch.  The nobleman managed to gradually
move backwards and blend in with the crowd.  When he got to the edge, he
got someone to untie his hands, then he just ran away!"

"What about the outer fence?" said Jill.

"We can worry about that when we get to it," said Rebecca. "We just avoid
the perimeter patrols and the searchlight beams.  Come on, I'm willing to
take a risk to be free.  Are you?"

"Let's do it," agreed Jill.  They both turned to look at Megan, who finally
nodded. "You go first," she told Rebecca. "Jill, you're next. I'll go last."

Rebecca darted up the fence, followed by Jill and Megan.  The fence was 
high, but all three women were strong and athletic enough to make it over
easily.  They landed in the narrow area between the two fences.

"What do we do now?" asked Jill. "Do we try to find another break in the
barbed wire, or should we try to dig our way under?"

Megan's blue eyes scanned the outer fence. "I don't think we'll be lucky
enough to find another break," she said. "And digging under would take too
long.  A patrol would be sure to come by before we were done.  We'll have
to just climb.  We can avoid the barbed wire if we're careful and turn our
bodies just right.  It'll take longer than climbing a regular fence, but
it'll be a lot faster than trying to dig under."

They ducked and darted out of the way to avoid a sweeping searchlight beam.
Both Megan and Rebecca had been in the camp long enough to know the patterns
of the searchlights and the patterns of the patrolling guards.  The three
prisoners approached the outer fence.  Megan motioned for Jill to go first,
and Rebecca second. "If any one of us is caught, it's best that it's the
oldest one, who has the fewest years to live anyway," said the blonde.

"Don't talk like that!" said Jill. "We're all going to make it." She began
to climb.  At the top, avoiding the barbed wire was difficult, but thanks 
to her strength and flexibility she managed.  Rebecca and Megan followed
in a similar fashion.  Megan hit the ground on the outside just in time to
avoid the searchlight.  The three escapees then hurried off into the desert
darkness.

After a few hundred yards, they paused and looked back at the prison camp,
illuminated and lonely in the wilderness. "They do a head count when we go
to bed, so that means it'll be about two hours before they discover we're
missing," said Megan. "We have to hurry.  The direction we're going is
taking us to our lines.  After we get far enough away from the camp, we can
maybe think about setting up an ambush or something to get a vehicle."

They trudged along in the darkness, stumbling over the occasional rock.
Except for the sound of their own footsteps and the occasional hoot of an
animal, it was completely quiet.  Soon the lights of the camp faded in the
distance and the only light was that of the stars.  Jill felt incredibly
lonely, but the presence of her companions gave her comfort.  Even if she
had been totally alone, she decided, she would rather be like that than
still stuck in the POW camp with no freedom and lots of angry, bullying
guards.

They walked in single file.  Each woman was about fifteen paces in front of
the one behind her, so that if the first one ran into trouble the others
might still have a chance to run for it.  Megan, again insisting on taking
the most dangerous spot, was in the lead.  Jill was in the middle.  Rebecca
took the safest spot at the back at Jill's insistence, as Rebecca was the
one who had found the breach in the barbed wire in the first place.

A few hours later, they made camp for the night.  They took turns keeping
watch, but the night passed uneventfully.  As dawn broke, Megan went off to
scout ahead.  Jill, her mouth parched with thirst, noticed a nice-looking
cactus nearby.  She looked at Rebecca and they both nodded.  With sharp
stones, they hacked into the cactus and began drinking from the moist pulp
inside.

"I see you know how to find water in the desert," came Megan's voice. "Glad
to know the quality of our boot camps hasn't declined."

"Hey, what do you expect?" said Jill with a teasing grin. "We're smart.
We're brunettes." She ruffled Megan's blonde hair playfully.

Megan laughed, then drank some of the cactus juice herself. After that, she
took out a small box and passed out some raisins and peanuts. "I found some
unsmoked cigarettes once," she explained. "Since I don't smoke, I traded 
them to a guard for this."

After their meager breakfast was over, the escapees prepared to move on.
Jill looked at their bright orange uniforms. "We'll stand out too much in
these," she said.

"Gotta take 'em off then," said Rebecca, removing hers.  Her companions
quickly did the same.  The three tanned, fit, muscular young women, each
dressed only in bra and panties, made a lovely picture.

They began the day's march, trudging as best they could northwestward. "The
patrols are gonna be looking for us," murmured Jill. 

Soon, they came to a lonely-looking dirt road.  Megan motioned for the 
others to stop and explained her plan to set up an ambush.  They placed
some large rocks on the road, blocking the way. "When the enemy sees those
rocks, they'll expect an ambush...but they'll expect it by the rocks," she
said. "If we hide near the road at the point where the rocks first become
visible, we can hit them when they won't be expecting it.  Of course, the
first car might come from the other direction, or there might be a large
convoy that's too strong for us to deal with, but we don't have a lot of
options."

After springing the trap, the three women hid and waited.  It was almost an
hour before the sound of a motor was heard.  A single, open-air vehicle
came bouncing along the road.  There were three people in it.  As it came
closer, all three escapees gasped upon seeing who the soldiers were.

The driver was a young man with the rank of corporal, who was not 
recognized by any of the escapees.  However, that was not so for the other
two people in the vehicle. In the back seat was a scowling, muscular female
guard with the rank of sergeant.  It was the very same one who had bullied
Rebecca the previous day!  Not only that, but the occupant of the front
passenger seat was none other than Captain Dorgan!

The vehicle stopped a little bit past the escapees' hiding place.  The
three soldiers seemed to be discussing what to do.

"Oh baby, this is so good," said Rebecca. "Payback time.  The horseface in
the back seat is mine."

"I'll take Captain Dorkus," said Megan. "I've seen her chop off too many
heads, including one girl from my barracks.  I have a big score to settle
with her!"

Jill smiled. "Leftovers are fine with me," she said.  With that, the three
lovely young ladies crept up on the stopped vehicle from behind.  At a
prearranged signal, three shrill feminine warrior cries rang out, as each
girl attacked.

Rebecca yanked Sergeant Horseface out of the back seat and tossed her onto
the dirt.  At the same time, Jill and Megan pulled their opponents out of
the front of the vehicle.

"Looking for us? We thought we'd save you the trouble," grinned Megan as 
she kicked Dorgan as she lay on the ground.  Megan aimed a second kick, but
Dorgan rolled out of the way, kicked the blonde hard in the shin, and leapt
to her feet.  She tried to draw a pistol from a holster, but Megan kicked
it away.  The sadistic guard snarled in rage. "I'm going to enjoy torturing
you before I kill you," she hissed.

Rebecca and Horseface, meanwhile, were circling each other with fists 
raised. "Now we'll get to see how much of a pussy you really are when you
have to fight fair," smirked Rebecca.  The ugly sergeant growled and flexed
her powerful muscles.  She charged, swinging her fists.  Rebecca's speed
allowed her to block most of her opponent's attacks and land several good
punches of her own.  However, the occasional hits that Horseface managed to
land did a lot of damage.

Jill's opponent leapt to his feet, brandishing a knife. "Come on, bring it
on, girlie," he said.  He was a good six inches taller and sixty pounds
heavier than her.  He slashed at her.  She twisted her body out of the way
and punched him in the face.  He grunted and slashed again, with the blade
meeting her flesh this time. She yelped in pain and held her bleeding side.
The corporal grinned and raised his knife for what he thought was a
finishing attack.  Instead, Jill performed a fast crescent kick that sent
the knife sailing across the desert, then cheerleader-kicked him right in
the face.  Both combatants stepped back and held their wounded body parts.

Dorgan launched a powerful spin kick that smashed into the side of Megan's
head, sending her sailing.  As her opponent approached her, Megan drove a
back kick into her, then got up and elbowed her in the face.  She swung a
punch at the sadistic captain.  Dorgan blocked and hit the blonde with a
punch to the jaw.  She swung again, but Megan dodged and kicked her 
opponent right in the sweet spot.  She followed it up with a left to
Dorgan's nose, then a powerful uppercut.  Dorgan fell hard to the ground.

Horseface kicked Rebecca in the stomach.  She then fired another kick, but
Rebecca, despite her wounded midsection, managed to grab her opponent's
ankle before the kick could hit.  She laughed for a few seconds as the
sergeant hopped around uncomfortably, then fired a strong high kick to the
ugly woman's jaw.  She followed it up with a barrage of side kicks, driving
Horseface back.  Suddenly, Horseface kneed Rebecca in the groin, then
tackled her to the ground.

Jill slammed her fist into her opponent's eye.  He howled and stumbled 
backward, but then swung two punches at her.  The first she blocked, but 
the second impacted her jaw hard.  He charged her, but she recovered just
in time to knock him back with a snap kick.  She then kneed him in the gut
and followed that up with a powerful roundhouse kick to his head.  As she
moved towards her stumbling opponent, he suddenly attacked with a kick to
her chest.  Jill winced, but didn't let it stop her pace.  She slammed a
fist right into her opponent's nose, then did a standing back handspring,
brutally kicking him and knocking him down.

Dorgan, despite the hits she had taken, was tough and got to her feet 
before Megan could approach her while she was down.  The guard suddenly
flung a handful of dirt right into Megan's eyes.  She then smashed several
brutal punches into her temporarily blinded opponent's face.  She prepared
a mighty knockdown punch, but as she was swinging, her arm was suddenly
grabbed and twisted painfully by Megan. "I may not be able to see, but I
can smell that stinky armpit of yours anywhere," smirked Megan.  She then
kicked the sadistic guard in the face.  As she was getting the dirt out of
her eyes, Dorgan recovered and kicked her in the chest.  Megan was knocked
back hard, but she turned the impact into a pretty back handspring similar
to the one Jill had done.  The blonde pilot then did a front handspring to
take her back forward, kicking Dorgan as she flipped.

Horseface and Rebecca were wrestling on the ground.  Horseface was taking
the advantage with her greater size and strength when Rebecca suddenly
headbutted her, extremely hard. "Payback!" she shouted.  She leapt to her
feet and aimed a kick at the sergeant, who dodged and got up herself.
Rebecca greeted her with a punch to the face.  Horseface grunted, then
suddenly socked the little brunette hard in the gut.  She then did a jump
kick that sent Rebecca flying backward, making a dizzy landing but still
on her feet.  The ugly guard began smirking and showing off.  Suddenly,
Rebecca performed a beautiful front tuck somersault that ended with her
plowing into Horseface, knocking her down.  Rebecca landed with her feet 
on her opponent's chest.  She stomped on her face, then knelt down and
wrapped her slender but lethal thighs around the sergeant's neck.  As she
began squeezing harder and harder, Horseface's horse-like face turned more
and more into a blue horse-like face.  Finally, just when the guard was
about to pass out, Rebecca ended the fight permanently by twisting her hips
and snapping her opponent's neck.  As she looked at the dead woman, Rebecca
said with a smirk, "I guess I paid you back with a little interest too."

The driver leapt to his feet and charged Jill, who ended his attack with a
vicious elbow to his head.  She then gave him a good old-fashioned knee to
his groin.  As he doubled over in pain, clutching his wounded family jewels,
Jill went into the finishing phase of the fight.  She balanced on one leg
and fired repeated lightning-fast kicks into her opponent's face.  After
about fifteen kicks, his face was a bloody mess.  She then spin kicked him,
pivoted, and kicked him again with the same leg with an impact from the
opposite direction.  He was now completely dizzy and helpless.  Jill 
attempted a finisher.  She fired off another powerful spin kick, trying to
break his neck.  The kick smashed brutally into him and knocked him down,
but he was still alive.  Somehow her opponent managed to stumble back to
his feet.  Jill growled in annoyance.  Gathering all her strength, she
performed one last spin kick.  This one proved to be lethal.  As the kick
impacted the corporal's head, she heard the satisfying CRACK as his neck
broke and he collapsed dead to the ground.  She sighed in relief, then 
placed her hand on her wounded side.

Dorgan managed to knock Megan backward with a one-two combination of 
punches.  She looked around and saw with panic that her two comrades were
dead.  Jill and Rebecca both began advancing on her, but Megan signalled
them to stay back with a raised hand. "I'll finish off this nasty Dorkus-
cunt," she said.  She then performed an amazingly powerful high kick that
sent Dorgan tumbling to the ground.  Megan, letting out her rage, began
kicking her opponent repeatedly in the side.  As the vicious kicks landed,
the sound of ribs breaking could be heard, along with Dorgan's horrible
cries of pain.  Megan fired one last kick into the guard's head, then
marched over to the jeep.  She took an item out of the back.  When she
turned around, it was revealed to be a sword - Dorgan's own personal sword.

Dorgan sat up, in terrible pain.  Footsteps came from behind her. "This is
what happens to sadistic guards who murder my friends," came Megan's voice.
Dorgan, knowing what was coming, wet her pants.  She began to beg and plead
like a coward.  Megan, a cold smirk on her tanned face, listened with
pleasure for a few seconds, then swung the sword.  Dorgan's head came 
flying clean off and landed in a patch of sagebrush a few yards away.

Megan dropped the sword and walked over to her friends.  All three women
met in a tight group hug.  Rebecca suddenly noticed the blood on Jill.
"Oh, you're hurt!"

"It's just a scratch," said Jill. Nevertheless, Rebecca insisted on helping
her clean and bandage the wound.  After that, all three women clothed
themselves in the uniforms of the dead guards.  The uniforms were all too
big, but Jill assured the others that lots of soldiers wore ill-fitting
uniforms.  They then started off in the jeep towards freedom.

It was a long and rough drive, and more than once the women feared that 
they would be exposed as the enemy.  However, their quick wits and deadly
shooting skills got them out of each hairy situation that came up. Finally,
after a tiring journey, they saw the familiar flags of their own army's
lines.  Jill raised the flag of the American Liberation Army on their jeep.
As they crossed into friendly territory, all three warrior maidens broke
into loud cheers.  They were free.

THE END

NOTE: As far as I know, the story of the French nobleman and the guillotine
is true.

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