    "I found a possible group of partisans, and an infiltrator," said Tomasz, in a surprised voice.
    I moved over to the window, "Where?"
    "Third building on the left. Let's watch it. When they come out, we can follow. Hopefully, we can alert them about the guy in the red shirt without too much fuss," Tomasz said.
    Just before dark, one man left the building, walked to the corner, and waved to the others to come out. Ten men and a woman left the building. Three of them turned left, three went further down the side street, and three and the guy in the red shirt turned right on to the main street.
    A minute later the same two Gestapo followed those who had turned left.
    We decided to follow the three who went down the side street. Just before we got to the next side street, a transport carrying six soldiers, a driver and a Gestapo in the front seat, turned down the street behind the three.
    "Now what?" I asked.
    "Let's keep going. Maybe we can help," Tomasz replied.
    "Aren't we a bit outnumbered?"
    "A bit," said Tomasz, with a chuckle.
    At the end of the block, the Nazis had already stopped the three. The girl was being dragged by one soldier to the back of the transport. She was crying and bleeding from the mouth and nose. The others were looking in the other direction while confronting the two men, so we walked up behind the soldier manhandling the woman. Tomasz went to bayonet him, I grabbed his arm, and moved forward. I thrust my bayonet into the back of his skull where the spine enters. He fell without a sound. Tomasz scoop up the woman and we ran between some houses without being noticed.
    "Where did you learn to do that?" Tomasz asked.
    "It's how we kill the pigs on the farm. It's quick and painless," I replied.
    The lady was still bleeding from the nose.
    "You'll be killed for this, but thank you. Thank you," she said, in a shaking voice, adding, "Quick, we must try and save Arland and Bertram.
    "Sorry, but we are slightly outnumbered, and out gunned. For now, we need to be far from here," I stated.
    "What's your name?" Tomasz asked.
    "Helga, what's yours?" Helga asked back.
    "I'm Tomasz and he is Heinrich," Tomasz answered.
    "Why are you helping me?" Helga asked, holding her nose.
    "We doe one good deed every day," I replied.
    We kept dodging between the house's until we were able to cross the main street, and made our way back to our room.
    We explained to her how we got involved.
    "I had my suspicions about Ancel. So, who and what are you really?" Helga asked, in a suspicious voice, still holding her nose.
    Tomasz and I looked a each other and decided to a short version of things to date.
    "So, how about you. Why are the Nazis interested in you and your friends?" I asked.
    She sat in silence for a minute, then said, "We have been collecting intelligence on manufacturing and troop movements. Then we pass it on to other groups, the Russians, and the French. They won't stop looking for me, and the others are dead by now," Helga said, with tears running down her face and mixing with the blood from her nose and mouth.
    "Here's a fresh towel   I can see how they might not like you a lot," I said.
    "We must find Ancel. He can not be allowed to live," said Helga in an angry voice.
    "We need to get you medical attention first," I said, as my mind drifted to what was happing to Hanna. That weighed heavy on my mind, like a lead weight every day.
    "No doctors. They are all surveilled. We can probably find Ancel at the Nazi compound about a mile out of town, and we should get something to eat before we go?" asked Helga, still holding a towel to her nose.
    "I'll go the market, the caf s are not an option," Tomasz volunteered.
    "You'll need new cloths," I said, looking at the blood stains on her dress.
    "I'll need some new front teeth as well. Could have been worse," Helga said, pulling the towel away from her face.
    Tomasz came back with some canned fish and bread.
    "There was not much of a selection, and the prices are very high," Tomasz said, while he emptied the sack.
     It was hard for Helga to eat, so we took our time.
    "Well, I'm read," Helga said, standing up, getting dizzy, and sitting back down.
    "You need to rest a while, and we need to find you a new dress," Tomasz stated.
    "Yeah, I can see that. Wash your face, and take a nap. Then we'll go to that Nazi compound, surround them, and get Ancel with an ax," I said, in a matter-of-fact way.
    She sort of laughed, and Tomasz said, "Sounds like a plan."
    "We'll be back in few hours," I said, as we walked out the door.
    "Think she'll be there when we get back?" Tomasz asked.
    "Probably, I think her options a narrowed recently," I replied.
    "Slack down, we're about to be questioned." Tomasz stated.
    "Stop!" a soldier shouted from behind us.
    "Show me your papers!" said another soldier.
    We drew our pistols as we turned around, and shot all four of them.
    "Only four of them," I said as we ran down a nearby alley.
    We stopped at the next street and looked around. There was nobody chasing us.
    "You go that way, and we'll meet at that same cafe," Tomasz ordered.
    I ran down two streets, and then back up the main street. There were a dozen soldiers milling around the soldiers we had shot. I walked toward them like a few other people. A staff car pulled up with several SS officers riding in the back. I decided to take a side street. An hour later I made it to the cafe, and met Tomasz.