The man sat and listened to the commotion coming from outside his cold, dark cell. He had been roughly pushed into the dark room then the guards had left without a word. Brown eyes had been looking around suspiciously as he was thrown into the room. The man knew that the Gestapo was nasty, yet he had been in his cell from over eight hours and no one had come. He thought he should be thankful that they had left him alone and had not started his interrogation. Yet his stomach couldn't agree with his head. He had thoroughly checked the room and had found no possibly way out, besides the door he had come through. He had just sat down in a corner as far from the door as possibly, when the commotion had started outside.
From the little German he knew he gathered that they had caught another man and were having trouble getting him into the cell next to his.
"Get your hands off me, you lousy Krauts," An English sounding man's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. The statement was closely followed by a thud of a gun butt hitting skin.
After that there was a eerie silence which was punctured by the guard opening the cell door and unloaded their now silent prisoner. He then heard the guards move towards his door.
"What are we to do with this one?" One of the guards asked slapping his hand on the prisoner's door, making the man inside jump to his feet.
Before the question could be answered an explosion could be heard from down the corridor, the man inside the cell listened as the guards ran down the corridor to see what the explosion was about. He walked to the door and listened when he heard voices outside. One voice in particular caught his attention. It was brown eyes, he noted with shock. He was instructing someone to open the cell door. There was another small explosion. The man was shocked, brown eyes must be working for the resistance. He took a chance and banged his hand on the door.
"Stand back!" Came the muffed response to his banging.
He stood back, there was another small explosion then he was pulled out of the cell. He barely had time to notice that his rescue party were wearing Gestapo uniforms. He ran down the rows of cell following the other men, he was just hoping they were leading him to safety and not his death.
The men stoped in front of him as they neared a corner. One of the men, the shortest of the three men rescue team, walked out into the next hallway. He was in the middle of the walkway when he turned his head back to brown eyes and shook his head then kept walking. Brown eyes then turned to a blond skinny man next to him and nodded to the man he was supporting, the one that had been silenced outside the prisoner's door. The young soldier pulled out handcuffs and cuffed the man. The prisoner stepped back as brown eyes came towards him.
"There are guards around the corner we must handcuff you, so we can get out of here," brown eyes told him quickly.
The prisoner held out his hands understanding. Brown eyes clicked the cuffs around his wrists. Then followed the blond haired one around the corner. The prisoner watched as he saw brown eyes lead him to the exit of the building, with growing concern, there were two guards standing on each side of the doors. The short one of the team was already talking with the guards, the small one then pointed to the half-conscious Englishman and him. The guards moved out of their way, and saluted as they saw brown eyes. Brown eyes saluted then lead the way to the truck that was waiting outside. The prisoner breathed a small sigh of relief as he climbed into the back of the truck with the lanky blond one and the English prisoner.
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