"Alright, Katrina, you're on your own from here," Colonel Hogan said sadly. He had grown attached to the girl, and didn't want her to leave. She smiled at him shyly, and reached up to put her arms around his neck. His arms encircled her, and he hugged her back. "I'm sorry to leave you here, but the agent can't come and get you. Just remember to go to that house, right there." Hogan pointed to a house, still half-holding her beside him. She nodded, and began walking slowly, when suddenly, gun fire broke the silence of the night.
"Halt!" a sharp voice called, distinctly German. Colonel Hogan gave Katrina a push towards the house, hoping the man didn't see her. He stood when he felt the muzzle of a Luger pressed into his back.
"What are you doing?" the voice asked menacingly. Hogan breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't noticed Katrina. Silently, he asked Heaven to watch over her, and make sure she got to safety. "Well?" Hogan darted from the grasp, zagging desperatley to the left, drawing his attention from Katrina, who was still fully visible, walking towards the house, hoping she wasn't drawing any attention. A second shot rang out, and Hogan felt a searing heat impact his stomach. He clutched the spot in agony, falling to the ground helplessly. In a haze of cloudy pain, he thought he saw two figures, a male and a female, help Katrina to the house. The Gestapo man had apparently gone to seek help, leaving him alone, when the man and woman started walking towards him, their faces a tender mix of gratefulness and sorrow.
"Who are you?" he tried to ask when he noticed that their feet didn't touch the ground, but instead floated just above the dirt. He looked at them with wild eyes, and the woman knelt beside him.
"Hush, Colonel. You have deserved to rest," she said. She passed a pale hand over his forehead, and he closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep for all eternity.
"Halt!" a sharp voice called, distinctly German. Colonel Hogan gave Katrina a push towards the house, hoping the man didn't see her. He stood when he felt the muzzle of a Luger pressed into his back.
"What are you doing?" the voice asked menacingly. Hogan breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't noticed Katrina. Silently, he asked Heaven to watch over her, and make sure she got to safety. "Well?" Hogan darted from the grasp, zagging desperatley to the left, drawing his attention from Katrina, who was still fully visible, walking towards the house, hoping she wasn't drawing any attention. A second shot rang out, and Hogan felt a searing heat impact his stomach. He clutched the spot in agony, falling to the ground helplessly. In a haze of cloudy pain, he thought he saw two figures, a male and a female, help Katrina to the house. The Gestapo man had apparently gone to seek help, leaving him alone, when the man and woman started walking towards him, their faces a tender mix of gratefulness and sorrow.
"Who are you?" he tried to ask when he noticed that their feet didn't touch the ground, but instead floated just above the dirt. He looked at them with wild eyes, and the woman knelt beside him.
"Hush, Colonel. You have deserved to rest," she said. She passed a pale hand over his forehead, and he closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep for all eternity.
