A/N: Here's the tenth chapter! It's almost done! By the title, you can all probably guess what's gonna happen. Yay!

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Both Hans and Simon looked stunned, only Hans moreso. It seemed that Simon had suspected this all along. "Well, this is awkward," Hans said, holding his side.

Adelaide dashed forward, ripping Hans' shirt. She applied pressure to his wound, much to Hans' discomfort, and wrapped the white material around his stomach. Hans looked up at her gratefully.

"Well, I think I'll be heading off with my share," Simon said. Adelaide stood up to say something, but before she had the chance, Simon was gone.

She would have gone after him, if Theo hadn't returned to the room. "Boss, this entire place is going to blow in five minutes! Where'd Simon go?"

"Adelaide, uh…scared him away, actually," Hans replied, sort of in awe himself.

"Holy crap – five minutes?" Adelaide exploded. "We gotta go!"

She ran out into the other room and screamed, "Everybody out! Move, people, move! Go! Get out!"

Unsure of what to do, the guests awkwardly made their way out to the back of the airport. It was still fairly dark in the city, but there was a hint of pink in the horizon.

"You sure know how to motivate people," Hans commented.

Adelaide smiled, just as the whole building exploded. She covered her ears and Hans held her close. "Oh, my God," she said suddenly, clutching her throat.

"What?" Hans questioned. "What is it?"

"My key," she said. "The thirteenth key. It's still inside?"

"I'm sorry, meaning what…exactly?"

"It may have been just a pawn in your master gameplan, but it was an heirloom."

"It may have already been destroyed."

"Not if it was left in the basement." Adelaide looked up at Hans, as he released his grip on her arm. "I have to try."

Adelaide ran into the fiery building, and Hans prayed that no police would arrive at the scene just yet.

Adelaide coughed as smoke filled her lungs. Her eyes began to water, and she tried to stay low to the ground. She crawled her way to the basement, and felt around for the keys. Adelaide eventually recognized hers, after retrieving the others', as well.

Coughing some more, she tried to make her way out, but found it impossible. Feeling extremely weak, she soon passed out.

"What's taking her?" Hans said, pacing around outside. The guests were growing nervous, but Karl and the other terrorists kept them in line.

"She's probably just having a bit of difficulty finding the keys," Theo confirmed.

"But what kind of gentleman am I, not to go help her?" Hans said. "Watch the guests."

"Hans!" Theo yelled. "Hans!"

Hans was gone. As he ran inside the burning building, he pulled up his shirt to limit the amount of smoke breathed in.

"Adelaide!" he called out, coughing. "Adelaide!"

He sunk to the ground and crawled around. Suddenly, he felt his hand brush against something soft. It was Adelaide.

Hans picked her up, just as a burning beam fell in front of his path. He went a long way around and carried Adelaide out of the airport in his arms. As Adelaide, coming around, felt the cold air around her and coughed. Hans placed her down lightly on the ground.

"You were a fool, running into that building," Hans said, moving a stray strand of ashen hair away from her face.

"Then so were you to come after me," Adelaide smiled.

Hans helped her up, and she brushed off her skirt. Just then, they both noticed a remaining, slightly singed, twig of mistletoe on the ground.

"So, is mistletoe also a tradition in Germany?" Adelaide questioned.

"Yes, but we – er – believe that you don't need to be under it," Hans replied quickly.

"That's a lie, isn't it?" Adelaide asked, grinning.

"Yes."

Suddenly, Hans pulled her into a kiss. A deep, passionate one. Not the kind of kiss one would expect to receive from a terrorist. As, they broke apart, Adelaide's eyes fluttered back open.

"How was that for your first kiss?" Hans asked.

"Wow," she breathed. "You are a really good kisser…for a terrorist."

Hans grinned.

"Touching, touching," Theo said. "Now, please, for the last fucking time – let's get the fuck out of here!"

Once again, everyone was ushered near the hangars. Kristoff was an experienced pilot, though not completely adjusted to the controls.

The guests only sat down after Adelaide comforted them by assuring that the Germans would land the plane safely in Los Angeles.

And they did. It was about four o'clock in the morning when they arrived there, safe and sound. Hans and Karl helped everyone out of the plane.

Standing in front of them all, Hans addressed them. "Attention, everyone," he began. "As you may or may not have noticed, we are in Los Angeles." He walked up to Mike and handed him a pen, placing his thumb firmly on the lid of it.

"What is this?" Mike asked.

"Oh, I wouldn't move my finger if I were you," Hans warned, with a smile creeping up on his face. "If you lift it, the pen will explode. On the trip over here, I just didn't think I could trust the lot of you to keep our secret. If any of you move from your spots there on the runway, we will explode the plane. Merry Christmas."