Anna sat in the back of the Mercedes limousine with Professor Scherer, the trunk loaded with a large supply of vaccines and other materials from the research center at the Charité. Officially all research had been stopped and resources transferred to the hospital area of the clinic, but the professor had powerful connections. Once again Anna was left with her jaw hanging at the ease with which he’d been able to assign two laboratory technicians to help her growing bacteria cultures for the serum. She herself had been absolved from her nurse duties and transferred once again to the biology institute.
Hans mumbled, disgusted about the bad shape of the roads to Fallingbostel, claiming the Jews had done this to Germany. Anna pursed her lips at the ridiculous yet hateful remarks this dyed-in-t
