Who: Captain America, open to WWII vets When: 1944 Where: European Allies base What: Several high-profile operatives are brought together for a covert strike against Hydra, and are given an afternoon and night to unwind before mission. Rating: Lowish, but you know, war and Bucky's mouth...
It was barely 1500. Which meant they had 14 hours before they had to be gathered for the mission. Yet his mind was still on their new orders. The organization had done a good job of making it seem like each of them were elsewhere, making Hydra shy away and channeling them closer to one of three bases that they would be hitting one after the other the next day. They would need sleep, but none of them were the type to snooze 14 hours.
These were also already legends that he was among, people who had gained renown already during the course of the war. He moved into the cafe, intent on getting some coffee and sitting at a table to go over his own folded map sketches, just to make sure everything was in par with what the mission briefing had involved. He ordered a coffee and pulled out his worn pencil, a fat thing mostly carpenters would have used, and added a few precise lines that he'd noticed on the map they had that his didn't--sharp contours of cliffs.
They should be able to use those. He stared at the map for a moment, then sighed, folding the pieces of paper away and tucking them into his jacket pocket again. They'd know more when they were actually on the ground. There wasn't much he could do to strategize and plan currently.