Louie's eyes skimmed the room, trying not to appear skittish. The Bear Jew, Ulmer, and the Little Man were sitting in chairs. Ulmer and the Little Man were talking, with Ulmer keeping an eye on the girl Jew who was playing catch with the Bear (he couldn't get himself to say her real name). Stiglitz was off in another room, sharpening a knife. Louie didn't dare go into that room. Hirschberg was lying back on the staircase, slowly falling asleep, and Wilhelm was near the Apache, also talking. The Lieutenant looked over at Louie, back to Wilhelm, then turned around and walked to him. Louie could feel small drops forming on his head.
"You got any spirits available? A man needs a cold hard drink every now and then." The man looked directly into the Nazis' eyes…not blinking. Archibald hid a gulp and nodded, then went back to the counter.
"You speak English?" The young man tried not to flinch.
"Some."
"Good. Maybe you can help us answerin' a few questions…" The American paused when the glasses were filled up. As he took one, he leaned in closer to the German and smirked, "…Louie." Louie's eyes snapped up, putting his hands firmly on the counter to stop shaking. He couldn't say a word now…
"Now…" Aldo took a swish, making a small face, "Wooee, that's good. Anyhow…I know you know that lil' gal over there-" He pointed a finger over to Delma who was currently trying to learn a clapping game from Omar, "-so the only question remains…where's her sister?" Archibald pursed his lips and shrugged.
"I do not know...is she dead?" He feigned surprise., causing the big man to snort.
"Don't give me any o' that bullshit. She's gotta be alive somehow…locals said you two hung round a bunch back in Clichy…" He paused, waiting for a response. The American got nothing… "If you insist…but remember, we're Bastards. We find out things 'ventually." Aldo drained his glass, set it hard on the table, and went back to his men...leaving Louie even more frantic. If he didn't find out of this soon…he was screwed. Literally.
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Emma sat back in the wooden chair of the small hotel's dining room. It was a simple place, which suited her taste for a few days' time. She finally had a chance to get away from it…from everything. The young adult looked at her meal and gave a small sigh. True, it was a very excellent pot-a-feu, but with being who she is, the longing for kosher styled dishes made her miss the old days too much. Emma took the final sip of wine and set everything up as if she was going to clean the table. The waitress took notice of this, and went to her smiling.
"Êtes-vous terminé, Madmoiselle?" (Are you finished, Madmoiselle?) She turned her chocalate brown eyes to the young girl's green eyes and nodded.
"Très bon. Aimez-vous payer maintenant ou le mettre sur votre onglet?" (Very good. Would you like to pay now or put it on your tab?) Upon recognizing the words "pay" and "tab", the German opened up her black purse and scrounged around for money…which she didn't find.
"Er…onglet, s'il vous plait." (Tab, please) The waitress nodded, gathered up the plates and left. Emma could feel a small blush forming. She just hated money to gather up like that, but because she was out what else could she do? The girl got up and smoothed her plain blue dress out. She knew what she had to do, but didn't like it. Emma would have to go back to the house and ask Louie for a bit more money…even though it wasn't even time yet.
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A/N: Short chapter, I know...but I just can't get a good transaction. I promise...the next chapter is the actual reunion! I'll try to make it as informative as possible but in the meantime, what do you think is going to happen/want to happen? I always like hearing what the readers think so...review please!!