One week later.

Alma sat in the train car opposite Aldo and Donny. She fiddled with her fingers, staring out the window every now and then. It was silent between the three of them. Mostly because Alma had never really spoken to Donny, but she was happy he was tagging along. When he and Aldo met up with her at the train station he shook her hand and thanked her for allowing him to be involved in the operation.

Alma was nervous, anxious, the pit in her stomach vibrated with apprehension. She could only imagine how they were feeling. She knew Aldo always had a collected, calm way about him, but they had never done something like this before.

She took out her passport and flipped through the pages. After a moment she placed it back into her coat pocket. She closed her eyes and leaned back into the chair.

Every time she closed her eyes she just thought of Dieter. She hated lying to him, she repulsed herself every time she did it. But she couldn't tell him the truth. Despite everything Dieter told her after he had returned from Poland, she knew he wouldn't drop anything for her. He loved what he did, and even though he'd never brag about it; he did believe the rhetoric of Adolf Hitler and he did follow it.

Alma sighed, rubbing her hands on her face. Until now she had never thought of how this operation would effect Dieter. Would he be involved with the hunt to find who was responsible? Most likely. What if he discovered it was her? Dieter was smart, very smart. Smarter than her. But would he consider someone so close to him as his enemy?

Alma loved him so much. It was no argument that she'd never leave him, but when she asked herself if she would drop everything for him, she didn't know the answer.

"Should be 'nother hour." Aldo muttered. Alma looked at him from the window. Donny was missing. "He stepped out 'bout ten minutes ago, stretchin' his legs."

Alma nodded.

"What's going on in that lil' head o' yours?" Alma sighed, staring out the window, "Thinkin' 'bout him?"

She nodded. "I just..."

"Listen, I'm not gonna pretend I understand your relationship with Mr. SS Kraut but I ain't an idiot. I can see ya love 'em, and if I was in your position I'd find myself incredibly conflicted. You're gonna have to make a decision soon."

Alma paused for a long moment. "Last week he said he'd drop everything for me, if I asked."

"You believe he'd do that for ya?"

"I don't know...I don't know if I could do it for him...the only difference is I know what he does, but he doesn't know what I do. If he found out I'd have to kill him, because I know he'd tried to kill me. That's the thing, he's so loyal but I don't know who he's more loyal to; me, or Hitler."

Aldo leaned back, "You think you can live with this for the rest of your booksellin' life? With a Nazi hubby?"

Alma rolled her eyes, "I don't want to think about that right now."

Donny arrived back and took a seat. Alma and Aldo glanced at each other, she sighed.

"Aldo, you know what to do when we get there, yes?"

"Yep."

"Donny?"

"Yes, m'am." She nodded. After twenty more minutes the train slowed and the three of them went their separate ways. There were Nazis everywhere, more than Alma had ever seen before.

Alma made her way to the outside of Slubice and was met with a vast wooded area. Soon Aldo and Donny found her and they began their trek to Auschwitz.

Alma leaned against the tree, her jaw clinched, staring ahead. There it was. Auschwitz. The largest Nazi death camp in the world. And she was about to burn it down. Donny returned with the count of SS guards circling the border of the camp. Twenty-eight. Less than she was expecting. Aldo soon returned confirming the Southwest corner was the weakest edge, and where they will break in.

"Himmler is here, in that white house up the hill." She pointed past them. They both nodded. "Second he notices something's up, his scrawny ass will be down here with ten personal body guards." They nodded again, understanding.

"One hour and we're a go." Aldo muttered. Alma breathed in, trying to push away everything but combat.

An hour passed and all three made their way into the camp with ease. Refraining from using their guns, Aldo, Alma, and Donny slit the throats of every Nazi they encountered but they got split up quickly, which was bad.

Alma's heart rate quickened. The camp was huge and she didn't know where she was. As she was sneaking around she was suddenly caught off guard by a Nazi with his gun pointed right at her. He slowly approached her. Alma stepped back, the man was yelling at her in German as he stepped toward her. Then, he paused. He lowered his gun just slightly and muttered.

"I know you..." Alma took that as her chance to grab her gun from her belt and quickly shot him in the forehead. He fell to the ground with a thud and she quickly ran the other way as fast as she could.

She saw a bright orange light of fire illuminating in the distance. Aldo was already quickening the plan. Which was fine. Inside the building she was walking against started to erupt with noises and yelling. An alarm suddenly broke off and Alma ran to the entrance.

Alma kept in the shadows, watching the main gates thrust open by four men in black uniforms. She smiled. These were Himmler's body guards. She quickly loaded her gun and shot the four of them in the head. Four more ran out, followed by the man himself. She shot two in the legs and Aldo from across the walkway shot the other two. She looked around, Himmler had disappeared. But not too far, she figured.

Alma walked out of the darkness and reloaded her gun as she hummed.

"Ooooh, Hienrich!" She yelled, a smile on her face. She saw subtle movement behind the gate. She loaded her second gun and placed it in her belt. "I see you, you little shit." She shot in his direction and she heard a rustling. "I don't want to ask you twice, Himmler. Get your ass out here." She spoke in German, thankful Dieter had helped her with certain pronunciations. She aimed her gun at his shadow.

Slowly, one foot at a time, Himmler stepped out in front of the entrance, his hands up in surrender. Though she knew he would never surrender, he would die before he did that. And that was indeed what would happen.

"How kind of you to join us, Reichsfuhrer Himmler!" She smiled gently at him, noticing he was still wearing slippers. Donny rushed up behind her, ready to punch him in the face, but she held her arm out. "Keep your gun on him Donowitz."

She pointed her gun at him as well.

"What do you want with me? You've already destroyed my camp!" Alma laughed, Donny laughed with her.

"I want you, meine liebste Himmler, to turn around." He slowly turned around and saw a stool and a noose hanging from the top of the gate. He turned back around and looked at her, pain and confusion creases his brow. "Get on the stool Hienrich."

Himmler turned back and stepped on the stool slowly.

"Now put the noose around your neck." Alma smiled as he did so, his hands shaking so hard he could barely slip it over his head. He started mumbling in German, Alma recognized it as a prayer. "Shut the fuck up!" She yelled. Aldo smirked.

Alma pulled out her Walther and aimed it at him. Himmler in turn eyed the gun.

"That gun is German Army issued!" He said is disbelief. "Where did you get it?!" Alma rolled her eyes and shot one off a leg of the stool, throwing off his balance and tightening the rope around his neck.

Aldo chuckled, amazed at the young woman's authority over this man. She couldn't be more than 5 foot 3 inches, Himmler was about to be killed by a little girl with braids.

"Why are you doing this? I've done nothing to deserve this."

Alma hearty laughed. "Ooooh you shouldn't have said that." She cocked the hammer back and shot him in the knee. Himmler screamed louder than any man she'd heard. "Stand on one foot if you want to live!" Himmler struggled, the rope constricting his screams of agony but he stood on one leg, jumping to keep the tension of the rope off his neck. Alma smiled.

Aldo had never quite seen Alma like this before. Sure he had seen her kill a Nazi but never quite this brutally. It was normally quick and easy with her. But then again this man had his hand in killing hundreds of thousands of people. Alma took that personally.

As the man struggled Aldo began to grow tired of his screaming. "Put the fucker out of his misery, Al."

Alma turned to him and smiled. And without looking she shot his other kneecap, nearly shooting the leg off entirely. The choking sounds of Himmler's inevitable hanging was halted as Alma shot again, this time through the rope. He coughed and dry heaved, clutching his knees.

Suddenly a truck pulled up and a tall man came through the gates. Alma smiled.

"Aldo this is Nicolas, he is going to transport the Jews from this death camp into Russia." Alma watched Himmler as his face filled with horror. Aldo and Nicolas began working on clearing out each building as Alma held Himmler up, her hand on his hair, forcing him to watch each starving human pass by him to freedom. Alma found immense joy in his whimpers and groans of pain.

Nearly an hour later the entire camp was cleared out, Alma stood above Himmler as he begged her to let him go.

"How are you going to get help, Hienrich? You can't walk without knee caps." She smiled. Aldo tapped her shoulder, alerting her that it was time to go. She nodded and bent down next to Himmler and whispered in his ear, "In just a moment, you're going to meet all the Jews you've murdered. I suggest you prepare an apology." Alma brought her gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

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