Peter walked towards Anna, pondering whether it would be prudent to talk to her or not. Bartosz didn’t know, and the SS man at her side looked the part. His glance fell on the man’s shining belt buckle with the inscription Gott mit uns, In God we trust. He pursed his lips; surely God wasn’t very happy about the horrific crimes committed in his name.
Gott mit unsAnna gave him a look that meant for him to keep his mouth shut and then said, “We’ve come here to retrieve the prisoner Zdanek.”
Peter’s eyes almost popped out of his head and he had to bite his lips to remain silent.
She waved at Bartosz. “You, go with Professor Scherer’s driver and find something we can use as a stretcher. And you,” she pointed at Peter, “come with me to make the prisoner ready for transport.”
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