Peter,
I need your help.
Andrew Carter
As Peter stepped out of the cab at the Dusseldorf train station he looked around noting the familiarity of the broken down platform. He couldn't count the number of times he had been here, usually with a stick of dynamite hidden under his coat, waiting in the shadows till the right time to deliver the package that Carter had carefully put together. He could still see some of the damage from those bombs so carefully laid to create maximum damage.
Peter stepped up onto the platform and started walking toward the ticket station, but he hadn't made it halfway there when he heard a loud crash on the opposite end of the station followed by a stream of angry french. Peter's eyes immediately sought out the commotion and he rushed over to see what was going on. What he saw stopped him in his tracts and caused him to burst out laughing. There stood good old Louis LeBeau, his hands balled into fists as though ready for a fight, in-front of a big German man yelling at him as though he were a five year old child. When Peter started to laugh though, Louis turned his angry eyes toward him, ready to challenge anyone who dared laugh at him, but when he caught sight of Newkirk, a smile brightened his face and he forgot all about his quarrel with the German man. He rushed toward Newkirk and put his arms around his friend murmuring multiple french greetings.
"Alright, alright mate. It's good to see you too." Peter laughed as he pulled the small Frenchman off of him. "What are you doing here?"
The change in LeBeau was immediate. His lively, excited actions turned serious and sad.
"I am not sure." He said. "I'm on my way to Stalag 13 to meet Carter."
"To meet Carter?" Peter asked, and suddenly he knew that LeBeau had received the same note that he had. LeBeau must have had the same thought.
"You received the same note didn't you?"
Peter nodded. "I'm worried about him LeBeau. It has been 5 years since I've heard from me mate, and then he suddenly sends that note. Something is wrong Louis. Really wrong."
They both stood in silence for a moment, both of them thinking about their friend, wondering where he was, and what was going on. But Louis, knowing that they couldn't just wait there all day long, pulled Peter forward.
"Come, we must purchase our tickets."
