Samuel had been three feet away from freedom when one of the Nazi's that they had neglected to send away had stepped into his path. Samuel sighed, and turned to look at the men guarding him and his fellow prisoners. He was too much of a risk, and he knew it. Since he had helped the prisoners on the train escape, they would want him gone. Probably in the next round of extermination.
He glanced around noting the Sonderkommandos, one in particular catching his eye. The young man seemed to be doing everything in his power to not get noticed. Samuel winced, suddenly able to smell the stench of death that the Sonderkommandos were stirring up by hunting through the ditches for any valuables that the corpses there might have once had. The man that had caught his eye was tall, with dark hair, and a bit thin. Every prisoner at the camp was a bit thin, Samuel thought to himself ruefully. At least his capture meant that many others got to be free of this place.... At least for a while longer.
*****
Kitty was bored. Piotr and Bastian had left her to find something to do at the camp while they went, hunting for Samuel. He had, after all, been right behind them on the train. She had been helping those that had been on the train settle in, and now the building was getting overcrowded. Kitty was going to discuss finding a new building for their growing numbers with Sam whenever they returned. He had to return.
She sighed, watching everyone in the building. The few children playing, and the men fighting one another, "training." It was better than nothing, but it didn't compare to what she and Piotr were used to. She used to think that sessions with Logan would kill her. She and Piotr should really demonstrate some technique for the members of the rebellion. She bit her bottom lip, deciding that she should be helping hunt for Sam too. After all, no one would be able to catch her, even if they did find her. She smirked as she got up, quickly slipping through the back wall of the building.
*****
Bastian glanced up at the larger man, as they wandered through the alleyways near the train tracks. "Are the two of you ever going to talk about that whole, she walked through the train, and you just happen to be capable of turning into a huge silver giant thing?" He asked, finally breaking the silence. He watched as Piotr slowed down, and nodded.
"Da, I was hoping that you might not have noticed that." Bastian snorted, and Piotr glared at him sharply. "I knew it was unlikely," the Russian answered checking behind a dumpster, hoping to find Sam crouching behind it, the roles simply reversed from when they had first met.
"I was just surprised that I wasn't the only strange one," Bastian explained. "I mean, knowing things before they happen has to be similar to what the two of you can do, right?" Piotr raised his eyebrows at that, smiling at Bastian. "I saw you and Kitty coming, Piotr. Before the train ride, I knew that I didn't have to worry about making it out of the camp, because I saw the two of you rescuing us from the train."
"That's interesting," Piotr said, walking out of the alley distractedly. "Can you tell me more about what you can do, and I will explain about Kitty and I as well." Bastian nodded, excitedly, and began telling Piotr every detail he could remember about coming into his powers.
*****
Kitty shrugged, ducking into another house in the neighborhood. He had to be somewhere near where they had gotten off the train. He couldn't have been captured. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the task. She winced, hearing footsteps. She wasn't alone in the house. Someone else was already here. She glanced to the door that she had walked in, and darted away from it, seeing the knob moving. She ran up the steps as quickly as she could. She winced, as she crammed herself into a tiny closet. Those were definitely German voices. She strained herself, trying to hear what they were saying, but it was useless. She would have to be closer. She wasn't moving from her spot in the closet until she was sure she could phase down to the floor below without being seen.
She would get out. She had to.
