    "There are a bunch of soldiers coagulating around our deceased friends," I said.
    "A coagulation of Nazis, I really like that. Oh, and we need papers," Tomasz said, staring at his soup.
    "Helga might be able to help," I replied.
    We sat in the cafe for an hour before taking the long way back to room. When we got there, Helga was sitting by the window.
    "We brought you back a dinner. Hope you like Wienerschnitzel," I said, handing her the dinner.
    "My favorite," Helga said, adding, "Are you two responsible for the commotion down the street?"
    "They asked us for our papers," Tomasz replied.
    "Do you have connections for those sorts of things?" I asked.
    "We will need to get to Munich, and do it without drawing too much attention," said Helga, with raised eyebrows.
    "They will be checking everywhere. That means all the rented rooms first. We must leave here now. As soon as I attack this Wienerschnitzel," said Helga, as she wolfed it down.
    We took every back road we could for around twenty miles. At the village we came across, we got Helga a new dress, and took a bus the rest of the way. There were soldiers checking papers at each stop. We stayed on the bus until we had stop with no guards. It was a long walk back to Munich, but, a good samaritan could see our plight, and offered us a ride. He dropped us off, and we took a taxy to a hotel. The desk clerk said they only had single beg rooms available. We said we would just have to take turns sleeping, but if a three-bedroom opened up, to let us know. He apologized, saying it's the war.
    "This is a bit nicer than the other place, has its own shower," Helga said, with a smile.
    "It's too late to make contact, so Iet's get a drink," Helga suggested.
    "I'll stay here. I need some sleep, besides, I'm not old enough," I said.
    "Ok, we won't be long," Tomasz replied. I laid there thinking of Hanna, and what she might be going through.
    Hanna was thinking the same about Hans and Heinrich. She and Alma were setting up a chain of radio sets to relay intel. The Nazis listed them as top priority, and were searching everywhere to find them. There were also committing the most sadistic interrogation's imaginable, no one survived them.
    "More requests from England and Russia," said Hanna.
    "Russia first. They're still needing it most," Ida replied.
    "Good morning, I brought you some more equipment from the English air drop, and the provisions as you ask," said Mr. Faust, catching his breath and hugging Bar.
    "He really likes you. And thanks again. We couldn't do this without you," Hanna said, with a grateful voice.
    "No need to thank me, just kill the bastards," Mr. Faust said, as he closed the door behind him.
    "Funny old guy," Ida said.
    A few minutes later Arland Feldmann rushed through the door.
    "I seen them stop Mr. Faust as I was coming out of the woods. I think you should go now, don't pack," Arland said, in a panic voice.
    They grabbed their coats, weapons, and ran about two hundred feet into the woods, stopped, and prepared to fight. They heard tromping and clanking coming up narrow lane. Hanna held Bar so he would not attack unless absolutely necessary.
    Stopping just outside the door, the Gestapo officer ordered everyone out of the shack. Two of the soldiers were dragging Mr. Faust like a rag doll, he was either dead, or unconscious.
    Hanna was straining to hold Bar back.
    "Come out, or I will shoot your friend," the Gestapo officer shouted.
    A few seconds later, he turned and shot Mr. Faust. Bar broke free from Hanna and took down the Gestapo officer in lightning speed. Hanna, Ida, and Arland opened up with their automatic rifles. The soldiers fell before they could respond. Bar had the Gestapo officer by the throat, and was violently shaking him.
    "Christ all mighty, remind me to never get on Bar's bad site," said Ida, with an apprehensive expression.
    It took both Ida and Arland to pull Bar away from the Gestapo.
    "Well, the Gestapo trained him well," said Arland, with a chuckle.
   The three of them hugged and praised Bar, who was acting like he was ready for more Nazis. They had slit Mr. Faust's' throat.
    "Quick, setup and send the X message. Every post must leave without hesitation," Ida ordered.
    They collected the soldiers' weapons and valuables, their electronic gear, some food, and left. Arland gave them a ride about ten miles down the road.
    "Stay at this marker, I'll have Adler take you from here. I'll have him honk twice. It might be an hour before he can get here," said Arland, adding, "Good luck. That go's for you to Bar, giving him another hug and rub."
    They decided to hide across the street, and down a hundred feet. 15 minutes later a Nazi troop transport pulled up, and immediately scattered into the woods. Ida, Hanna, and Bar did the same, in the opposite direction.
    "Can't trust anyone anymore," Ida said, pushing branches aside.
    They made their way to Hannover to try and find Ida's childhood friend, and took a room at the Kaiserhof.
    "Good thing they accept dogs," Ida said.
    "Did you notice the way Bar was looking at the clerk?" Hanna asked.
    "Point   We need to freshen up your hair, your roots are starting to show," Ida said, looking at Hanna's hair.
    The next day Ida left with Bar to find her old friend, and Hanna stayed in the room.
    "Excuse me, but do you know where Lotta Deutsch moved to?" Ida asked a woman sweeping the steps next to the house Lotta used to live in, as it looked as though it had been unoccupied for a long time. We went to school together as children," Ida asked.
    "They moved away a years ago. I have no idea where they are," the woman said.
    As Ida was thinking of where she could find phone listings, a German patrol car drove by and stopped.