The candles flickered at the wave of the girls finger.
“Ugh. Why do we have to be the ones to wait inside?”
She turns to the man near the door, who was typing away at a computer.
“Are you even listening to me.” She growled.
He shakes his head, “I can care less.”
She mumbles and turns away, putting her chin on her knees.
Outside, Berlin was bustling. Snow had befallen the once quiet city. Small bouts of chatter could be heard, and street vendors were shutting down for the evening. Pedestrians crossed streets with a hustling strides, coats warming their bodies, earmuffs and hats pulled over their heads, and scarfs flapping against the cold breeze.
She continued to play with the candlelight; averting her gaze from the window.
The girl put out the flames with a closing palm, and headed for the bathroom. The bathroom was the only thing that made her feel safe. As weird as it sounded.
She scoffs, and slides down to floor, pressing her back against the door. The girl sighs, thinking of her life as a farmers daughter in Anschluss.
It was brutal having to work with Nazis supervising her every move. Her father could barely feed their family which consisted of her mother, herself, and two younger brothers. They would take crops from them, leaving scraps and mother and father to have to go 2 miles to the nearest city market.
Now she was in Nazi Germany, a place in which she had been forced to call home.
She hoped they were doing fine now that they were promised safety in Vienna.
She gets up and leaves the bathroom.
The man that had been standing near the door, now sat on the bed closest to the kitchen.
“He’s still on his computer?” She thought.
She didn’t know his name. He was apparently the son of a higher up executive in Berlin’s main Austrian embassy.
“Do you know who I am?” He asks, speaking for the first time in the hour after the others had departed.
The girl shakes her head.
“I’m the son of one of the biggest embassy stockholders in Western Europe.” He grinned, moving closer to her.
She takes a step back, bumping into the nightstand.
“You should know that, but you don’t consider how I could kill your family...”
She stopped listening at the words “kill your family.” She couldn’t let her father, mother, and brothers die, they were what she was working this gig for. The benefactor told her that he’d be able to guarantee her family safety in Vienna, if she helped them.
She strode over to her case next to the bed closest to the window. Pulling a guitar out from underneath, she snapped it open, revealing a high powered sniper gun, gloves, ammunition, an earpiece, and a pair of glasses. All sniper gear.
“Enjoying your luxuries, Verena?” He sneers.
“I’m doing this for my family. Not for myself.”
“Berlin has the best that one could offer.” He responds, opening his computer, and lying against the pillows to do more work.
She closes the case, and pushes back underneath the bed.
“I can’t wait for this to be over, so we can go home.” She inquired.
