“Not worth the trouble shooting these bitches, lads.”
Tears of relief filled Lotte’s eyes as the man holding her stepped back and lowered his pistol. She unsteadily straightened her back, her gaze falling on Gerlinde, who stood against the wall, her eyes round and nervous red dots heating her cheeks.
She wanted to walk over and comfort her friend, but thought it prudent not to move, lest the tension in the room stirred again and one of the agitated soldiers did something everyone would later regret.
“Yeah, Eddie, not worth the bother, mate.” His pals slapped him on the back and walked him out, breathing an audible sigh of relief. The situation had escalated way over their heads and neither the soldiers nor the two women had known how to get out of this self-created mess.
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