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"A lady's possessions are her own, General," she said, voice steady.

She tugged at the starched white apron of a chateau maid, the black dress hugging every curve the war hadn't rationed. "This corset is a more effective interrogation device than a pair of pliers," she muttered, adjusting the lace collar that did nothing to conceal her primary assets. The mission was simple: infiltrate General Klaus von Hammer’s soirée, locate the D-Day invasion plans hidden in his study, and signal the incoming airstrike.

That was all the time she needed.

She slipped out the service entrance just as the first Allied bombs began to fall, the stolen microfilm safely nestled in the one place no Nazi officer had ever thought to pat down. The Inglourious French Maids had struck again, and the Duchess had proven that the greatest weapon of all wasn't a gun—it was the distraction of a perfectly tailored uniform.

Her hand, previously occupied with buttons, shot to the garter belt hidden beneath her skirt. She drew a Derringer, no bigger than a lipstick tube. "A lady's possessions are her own, General," she

The game was up. But Mackenzee Pierce didn't panic. She had another weapon. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the top button of her maid's dress. Then the next. "You want to see what I'm hiding, General?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

" Auf Wiedersehen , General," she whispered. The mission was simple: infiltrate General Klaus von

Mackenzee Pierce, known by her code name "The Duchess," was their secret weapon. Her Royal Air Force uniform, a crisp blue serge that strained magnificently across a chest that had made wing commanders forget their own flight plans, was her armor. Tonight, however, it lay folded in a laundry hamper. Tonight, she was in disguise.

"Don't mind me, boys," she said, the English accent now deliberately crisp. "Just a maid doing her… spring cleaning." The Inglourious French Maids had struck again, and

" Fräulein ," a voice like gravel and ice said. "You are lost."