A man in a nazi uniform jumps out the window.

Waiting in the alley alone is unnerving, to say the least. I constantly check over my shoulder to make sure that nobody is coming for me.

Suddenly, a window above and behind my head shatters. I whip around to a bag flying into me and a man in a nazi uniform jumping out of the window. Before I can escape he grabs me and spins me around to face him. It’s Clarke.

“You almost make me piss my pants!” I tell him. “If I had gun, I would have shot you!”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t.” He says, picking up the bag and turning for the street. “I suggest that you start walking. Quickly.”

I walk alongside him. He is moving with a purpose, his eyes constantly darting back and forth. We walk walk as fast as we can without running, so we don’t draw attention to ourselves.

He glances at his watch as we near the edge of the village. “Any second now.”

The silence is shattered by a massive explosion behind us, that shakes the ground and sends every bird in the village flying into the air. We feel the heat on our back as the two of us start running for the trees with everything we have. The village fills with sounds of chaos.

The others are waiting for us, and I scoop my weapon out of Smirnov’s arms in stride. Our team escapes into the forest. Before the fascists have time to react, we are gone.