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    "Nice looking dog you have there Fraulein," an officer said, stepping out of the car.
    "Thank you," Ida said, hoping the officer didn't notice her legs shaking.
    "The military needs fine dog's, would you consider donating him," the officer continued.
    "He was determined to be too unfriendly to be trained," Ida replied.
    The officer came closure, and the hair on Bar's neck bristled, and he started a deep growl.  The officer drew back, and said, "I see what you mean." He got back in the car, and they left.   Ida stood still for a moment, trying not faint.
    "Let's get you a pound of beef, and me a nice cold Stein," Ida said to bar, as they slowly walked away.
    Later that day Ida found her old friend, they exchange stories and frustrations with political regime.  It was obvious that she had no connections.
    "Hello.  My name is Armand Achen, I notice your encounter with the German, so I followed you," he said.
    Ida said nothing, she just stared at him.
    "I guess that sounds bad, but I need to tell you that Arland has been neutralized, and the Gestapo is looking for two females and dog.  You won't get much further," Armand stated, adding, "We have a car waiting, and safe place for you and your friend can stay, and work with our group.  If you want to."
    Ida continued staring at him.
    "I understand your mistrust.  If I was a Gestapo, you would already be under severe interrogation," Armand stated.
    Ida sat for moment, then agreed to his offer, seeing no alternative.
    "First we collect your friend," Armand said, and they did.
    "You will like this place.  Right down town, first class, and beyond suspicion.  There is even a friend for your dog.  Your colleagues have been dedicated to taking down the Nazis from the beginning.  They are talented, and have connections all over the place.  We operate in the open, and hobnob with the cream of the upper classes.  Most importantly, the intel we collect comes right from the principal sources.
    "How did you hear about us?" Hanna asked.
    "The intel relay network you setup was well known, in some circles.  You accomplished a lot with very little.  Then there are stories of your activities before that.  Most impressive.  Hanna, my I call you Hanna?" Armand asked.
    "That would be fine," Hanna said, in an apprehensive voice.
    "I must tell you that your parents are on America.  They made it out just in time, and they know you are fine, relatively speaking.  We can arrange communications with them," Armand stated.
    "Are you lying," Hanna shouted, grabbing him with both hands.
    "Absolute truth, and you have a good grip for a lady," Armand said, in an animated stressed voice.
    "You have free rain.  You can come and go as you wish.  You can meet any of us, any time, for anything.  Mostly because you have already been clear based on your previous exploits.  You'll have to keep the dog in on the grounds, he's a dead giveaway.  No one will question him as just another guard dog," Armand stated.
    They drove through an automatic iron gate into an open garden you only see in magazines.  A butler greeted the us, and parked the car.
    "Welcome to the estate of Baroness Elisabeth of Werstein," Armand said, with a smile.
    "I wish Heinrich and Hans were here.  I wounder how they are doing," Hanna said, hugging Bar.
    She did not know just close Hans was.
    Hans and Jakub had made their way to Reims France, and were staying at the Le Clos Raymi, and working with the French underground specializing in trains. 
    The leader of the group was a man called Le Tigre.  The Nazis had tortured and killed his sister.  He was obsessed with killing Nazis anyway he could.  He was also a train engineer, so he had great knowledge of the rail system.
    "Hans, come, they are hulling tanks to Dunkirk," Jakub said in a loud whisper.
    "Remind me to insist that the Nazis only work in the daytime," Hans said, in a sleepy voice and a few groans.
    "I'll see to it they get a memo.  We got 15 minutes to make it to the track yard at the station." Jakub stated.
    They met others in the group just outside the Gare de Reims station.
    "Jakub, take this to the centerline tracks.  Ald ric, you take this package to the fourth set of tracks.  Hans, keep all the wires connected," La Tigre ordered, in a firm voice.
    They hear the whistle. 
    "Right on time," La Tigre said, looking at his watch.
    "Dammit," said Ma l, pointing to two soldiers inspecting the tracks ahead of the train.
    "Hans, you take the one on the right," said La Tigra, as he pulled his knife from his boot.
    They made their way to a boxcar next the tracks the soldiers were walking along.  When the soldiers had just bearly past them, Hans and La Tigre spang out from behind the boxcar, and slit their throats.
    One of the soldiers dropped his rifle, and it went off striking Hans.
    La Tigre carried Hans back to the rest of the groups position. 
    Soldiers were running their direction form two directions.
    It was obvious that Hans was mortally wounded.  The group ran into the darkness.  La Tigre stayed a moment longer.
    "Sorry my friend, but I can not let them take you alive," said La Tigre, as he run his knife into Hans' heart, and pressed the detonator.  He then joined the rest of the group.
    The group stood for a minute watching the train derail in a thunderous crush of hundreds of heavy tanks and armored cars piling on top of one another.  At the same time dozens of soldiers descended on the scene.
     "We have caused significant damage tonight," La Tigre said, looking further down the track seeing the munition cars exploding.
    The soldiers found them and began firing from several directions.  Four of the group went down as they made their way between the maintenance buildings. 
    Shortly thereafter they found themselves surrounded.  Knowing they were about to die, they charged forward.