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Sergeant Kinchloe bent down to examine his cell mate. Dressed in a grubby flight suit and decrepit leather jacket, the slim, fair-haired man's breathing was labored and his pulse was faint. He had already been unconscious when they had arrived at the medieval keep that was acting as temporary headquarters for the local Gestapo. The rough handling by the guards probably hadn't helped his condition any. Kinch started to lift his companion's eyelid with the idea of checking his pupils and then realized there wasn't enough light filtering through the gaps in the heavy planks that made up the door. With a sigh the large, black sergeant straightened and moved away as far as he could within the confines of the small room into which he'd been shoved.
It was not a traditional cell. Just a small, rectangular room that had probably spent several centuries as a larder for the now disused kitchens. It was, however, structurally sound, which could hardly be said for much of the rest of the old ruin and certainly couldn't be said for the former Gestapo offices which the Allies had firebombed the previous week. Presumably the goons had not yet managed to clear a path to the old dungeon to set up operations.
There's a war on, thought Kinch. Sometimes even the Gestapo has to sacrifice its usual brand of hospitality.
For the sake of form, he did a quick examination of the walls and the door, but found no easy weakness to exploit. He wasn't planning on escape anyway. He needed to stay and keep an eye on Sleeping Beauty. It would be disastrous if he were to regain consciousness while in Gestapo custody. Kinch wondered when the drug that had been administered to the man would wear off. He had managed to hide a syringe with a small dosage in his boot, but he was loathe to use it. His companion had not reacted well to the first dose and Kinch didn't really want a corpse on his hands. If the man threatened to squawk perhaps he could just hit him.
Again.