December 17th, 1925

New York City

"Booker, how did you pull this off?"

"I have my ways,"

"I'm afraid to ask what that means, Sebastian,"

"Then you don't know me at all, Andy,"

"I don't care! Booker, this is wonderful!"

We all piled out of the car that we were all riding in together as we were right outside Carnegie Hall, which was filled with people left and right. It was lightly snowing, the crisp winter air was all around us as the black car we rode in from our safe house near Hell's Kitchen. We gave ourselves a break for doing our mercenary jobs, only doing some odd jobs here and there in New York City. With the turn of the century, and after going through a major war overseas, New York seemed like childs play for us.

And of course, we wanted a bit of rest most of all.

New York had plenty of things to do, and even throughout the Prohibition was ripping through the country, we still found ways to let the years melt by. Booker and Andy would try to find alcohol, and they knew where to find it. I saw them some nights, sitting in the living room of our safe house drinking together and playing cards or watching the citizens down below. Booker was still trying to find a place without his family, and it was tougher than he was letting us know.

Nicky and Joe were more into the tourist attractions, seeing all the sights and exploring the little hole in the wall places together, though they couldn't be as expressive as they usually were. They had to down to a science though, walking side by side but never holding hands, a squeeze of the hands briefly was a silent kiss or even a lingering gaze was more than it should be.

As for me, I went on plenty of walks and read up on the culture. This city was such a melting pot of plenty of people and different walks of life, and even a walk in the neighborhoods in broad daylight was enough to catch my attention as to seeing how these people lived both, nonchalantly, but also with the yogurt that every day could be their last.

New York was growing on me.

Of course, we were there for merely a few months, autumn going into winter when I heard of an upcoming concert at Carnegie Hall, which got me interested since they were going to be playing Dvorák in one of his major pieces. It felt a bit selfish for me to ask the others if we could go, and I almost knew Andy was going to shoot it down at first because we could be exposed a bit too much. But it was a mere try, yet deep within me wanted to go and listen to the music.

But Booker, being the sneaky one that he was, surprised me by taking all of us to the premiere.

It took some convincing for Andy to cave, yet Nicky and Joe were all for it since they could tell it made me excited to go. It was like pulling teeth for Andy to go with us since she was trying to stay behind and let us enjoy it. All it took was me giving me a small smile, and Book giving her a reassuring squeeze around the shoulder for Andy to roll her eyes and cave. So, after all of us getting our hands on some proper formal attire and we all got dolled up, Booker got us a ride to the premier.

We were dressed to the nines.

The boys were all in suits and bowties, looking as dapper as ever. Joe recently shaved his bear down to be nice and tight, which made him look more handsome than ever. Andy and I were in dresses: Andy's was a crimson red that was down to her shins and black heels, her dark hair curved around her face just right. I went for a dark green dress to bring out my pale skin and red hair and came all the way down to the floor, a low neckline, and showed most of my bareback. My hair was now cut down to go with the fashion and placed elegantly in a low bun behind my head.

"Booker, I don't know how to thank you," I said to him as we were all standing there together, looking up at the massive building in front of us. People were moving constantly on the sidewalk, some of them going inside also dressed to impress. I have Booker a look over, seeing him in his own suit and his hair pushed back like the latest fashion. He just smirked at me.

"You don't need to thank me," he replied casually, "We French need to stick together and we need to keep up with the cultures, to see what they have to offer, no?"

I laughed as I went to lace our arms together, to act like a couple with each other as we would do sometimes do with this kind of situation. But Booker moved his arm away from me a bit too fast, clearing his throat as his hand went to his pants pocket I placed my arm down, almost feeling like I offended him as he shifted on his feet and gave me a look.

"I'll be fine on my own tonight, Eleanor," he reassured me, seeing that I was giving him an uneasy look. I wanted to ask why, but the look on his face was telling me otherwise. I would forget at times how Booker didn't like to play married couples or a romantic couple with either myself or Andy. it was because what happened to him, how he left behind his wife and sons, was still fresh.

I was about to apologize, feeling so bad about it and guilty when I felt an arm reach over to my own to wrap it within its own so smoothly. I looked over to see who it was as my hand was brought up so delicately and was kissed on the back of it.

Nicky, dressing so handsomely in his suit and his hair perfectly placed, was grinning at me.

"Be my date tonight, I'm rather lonely since Joe is with Andy" He said to me softly as he lowered my hand, having me give him a small smile as we were about to walk in together, arm in arm. I quickly looked over, seeing Booker give me a reassuring nod.

"Go on, Amie. I'm right behind you," he said in kindness, in which I looked back in front of me as both Nicky and I walked in together. Joe and Andy were doing the same together, both of them were comfortable with the part as well as Nick and I. Once we showed our tickets Booker gave us, one of the ushers grinned from seeing our seats as he spoke to Booker with a bit of excitement.

"I'll show you to your private viewing box, Mr. Grecko." He said to Booker, Booker nodding as we were all following him. I was still feeling a bit bad in how Booker was feeling when I tried to take his arm, Nicky sensing it and he gave me a look of concern as we were ascending the stairs to the left.

"What's wrong?" he asked, having me give him a quick look of uncertainty.

"I feel bad, with what happened back there with Booker," I said to him under my breath, going up each step and holding my dress up barely to not fall, "I tend to forget he doesn't like to pay husband when we do things like this,"

"A non-purposeful mistake no doubt," Nicky reassured me, "He knows you mean well, Eleanor. Don't worry about it tonight, it's partially your night anyhow," We were passing a group of young women while they were going down the stairs as we were going up. I watched as they were looking at Nicky like he was a prize, giggling like school children as they were passing us by and talking to each other under their breaths. I lightly scoffed as Nicky just smirked.

"My god! They look at you like you're a piece of steak they went to devour," I said to him in disgust. It did bother me since Nicky was fore more than his looks. Of course, he was handsome, the others knew it, but he was far more than that. I did admit that I was protective of him and how people saw his image, not his mind and heart like I did.

"They're merely young and naive, they don't know better," Nicky reassured me as he patted my hand with his own, no even affected by it as we turned the corner and went up some more steps, "Besides, I saw them look at you jealously since you're my date,"

"Oh, I don't mind them at all in how they looked at me. Besides, what does Joe think about it?" I asked him, having Nicky quickly look behind us at Joe and Andy who were waking right behind us a few paces back. They both looked gorgeous as a couple, almost like those exotic Hollywood couples you would see on the screen. The same girls who were ogling at Nicky were doing the same thing with Joe.

Joe, of course, was paying no real attention to it, so he just smiled at the group of ladies as they were passing each other on the steps. A gentleman at heart. Andy, just as I did, caught the eyes as they were watching and gazing at Joe, and she instantly leaned over to plant a big kiss on his cheek.

Joe grinned bashfully as she did this, both seeing the looks and hearing the murmurs of the girls as they saw this gesture. Like they were hurt by it, and not to finished there, Andy looked over her shoulder at the emotionally wounded girls and gave them a friendly death glare.

Nicky and Joe locked eyes, Joe mouthing, "Oh my God!" to the both of us with a look of shock and disbelief. Nicky and I chuckled a bit too loudly as we looked ahead again and tried to hide out laughter in our hands since Booker was about to turn around and ask what was going on.

"Behave yourselves," Andy told us under her breath, though she knew about the entertainment of it all as she took had a small smirk on her lips. We were going down a long hallway now that lead tot he private viewing boxes, spectators going into the numbered doors as Nicky finally spoke again, a bit lighter now.

"I can't help if he's handsome in a suit and others can look at him," Nicky said in a shrug, "They don't see what I see daily, though. That's my joy and nirvana,"

"Well, you're handsome tonight too," I reminded him, seeing him look over at me with his loving kind eyes as I pinched the side of his jacket, "Who knew putting you in a suit like this could turn eyes,"

"And you're beautiful," He said to me, his voice so kind and sweet as I grinned and blushed faintly from the simple compliment, "A rare emerald out for all to see and admire from close and afar,"

"Don't be bold with me!" I gentle scolded him, watching him chuckle since he could tell I blushed from his poetic measure towards me.

"I won't be surprised if you have any men looking at your direction at any time tonight," Nicky said in a shrug. I had to chuckle as the usher was opening a door to the right at the very end of the hallway.

"I feel sorry for any soul that would look my way," I advised, seeing him look at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Why is that?" Nicky asked as the usher held the door open for us to go into.

"Because they don't know what they're dealing it," I replied to him as I walked in first. I didn't say anything else, my breath was lost with the small booth we were in for the performance. We were in our private viewing booth, with only 6 seats that were a crimson red and veldt and a beautiful view of the orchestra below. All of the rows of seats below us on the ground floor aimed towards the stage, already mostly filled up with people. I could see every chair for the musicians placed on the stage and the conductor's platform right in the front and center, seeing the musicians coming out from the side of the stage with their instruments. It made me even more excited as Booker was getting settled in the farthest in the back row. I took off my cape as I heard the others coming in as well, seeing the view from our private box.

"Booker you've outdone yourself," Joe said lightly as he got into his chair next to Booker, grasping him on the shoulder, "Molto Bene."

"It was the least I could do for us since we need a little culture. Although it's not the culture I prefer, it's culture none the less" Booker replied as he grinned at Joe, "Besides, this one wouldn't stop talking about it and we might as well let her have a night or else I'll never hear the end of it," he motioned to me as I was immediately going to the front seat, excitement going through me rapidly.

Nicky sat down next to Joe in the back row, giving him a very quick kiss out of sight and talking to him low in Italian, probably about the encounter with the women we passed sometime before. Joe was laughing silently from what Nicky was saying as Andy came to sit next to me in the front row, looking just as relaxed as I was. I looked back at Booker, thinking of something I should say to him. Reaching over, I took his hand in mine and before he could pull away, I kissed the top of his hand. He gave me a soft smile, showing me that he was truly alright.

"Bravo, ma chère. Je vous remercie," I said to him, seeing him nod at me and squeeze my hand gently.

"Of course. We French need to stick together," He replied with a wink, I released his hand and looked back out in front of me, already sensing the start of the concert as the lights were slowly lowering and people were all hushing. Andy learned over not too far since we were sitting side by side.

"I'm glad that you love this, but does this mean we won't hear a peep from you when it comes to doing more outings like this in our near future?" She asked, sounding both serious about it but kind. I grinned at her, seeing her give me a small smile. I knew this was going to be a bit much for her since Andy wanted to be more in the background and darkness, not out in the public too much.

"It means to the world you wanted to come, Andy," I said to her, "I didn't want to leave you behind. And yes, this will be enough for me for some time, I promise." She sighed, almost rolling her eyes as I bumped my shoulder with hers. It was now almost completely black, all of us looking at the stage as the conductor walked up to the platform.

For the next few hours, I was lost in the world of Dvorâk.

The first few movements were of course so powerful to listen to and be lost it. After every piece, the conductor would tell us what the next piece was called and what it symbolizes. I can barely keep my eyes off the stage and every instrument that was playing a certain part. The way the music filled the massive room made me feel so small and yet I was entranced by it, it sounded so beautiful and poetic in how all of these sounds came together.

I wasn't even paying attention to the others and how they were doing, though every once in while Nicky and Joe would quietly give good critiques to each other in Italian under their breaths. I was merely focused on what was going on the stage. They were playing with ease and with grace that it was almost looked as easy as breathing. I could tell I was swaying with the music every once in a while, when a swell of a note going from one to another or how the three would play again. It wasn't hard for me to just close my eyes from time to time to just and listen.

But the one particular song that got me was the second to last piece, in which the conductor told the audience that it was called Humoresque, No. 7 in G-flat Major, Op. 101. I watched as both the principle violinist and cellist played off of each other, taking turns as they were in tune with the song with the other musicians behind them. I watched in fascination as the cellist was playing so elegantly next to the violinist and being lost in his own turn with playing.

The middle of the piece, where it felt lithe mood shifted and the cellist went first, I lost my breath and placed my hands on the railing, my chest feeling so open and yet vulnerable. I leaned forward a bit in my chair, almost on the verge of tears on how beautiful it sounded and yet so sad. It made me almost think of all of those moments, back in time when we went through a tragedy. either when we were a part of it or we saw it ourselves. Almost…for a glimpse second, I thought of my family, my birth family, how they were lost so long ago.

After the major swell of the crescendo and all of the orchestra joining in, holding out the note and made the hall shake, I silently closed my eyes and felt a tear coming down over my cheek.

"Eleanor?" Andy asked, having me look over at her as the song moved back to the light-hearted first half. She looked at me in concern, her head was low and her voice was soft as she placed her hadn't on my own on the railing, "What is it?"

I moved to get the tear from my eye and gave her a sad smile, seeing that she wasn't understanding what I was feeling on the inside, "I'm sorry…it's just…beautiful. I didn't think I would get like this over a simple song but…I don't know, it moved me."

Andy said nothing, but I saw she knew what I meant, having me see her give me a smile that was rare and for her to give. I smiled a bit bigger now as I looked back at the stage and heard the song slowly come to an end. Her hand didn't leave my own for the rest of the piece as I was watching the cellist bring the piece to a close. It brought me a new realization.

"I want to play the cello," I said softly, almost in a dreamlike state. Andy patted my hand.

"And I think you should," She agreed, having me grin softly. I should, I should feel what that cellist was feeling when he would play. I was almost a yearning me, to have that kind of feeling in me. Maybe it was a small glimpse of what the human soul was about that I needed in my life. There was no real need of e wanting to know the meaning of life and to be fine with where I was as an immortal, but sometimes I needed to feel a bit more…to feel what was within me by doing something.

Maybe playing the cello was what I needed.

Modern Day

"Keep your feet apart like this..good, right there. Now, make sure your back is nice and level out, not bent…good, very good."

I was showing Nile how to shoot, giving each of us a mini-break from the last bit of research we were doing or the upcoming missions. I could tell we both needed to turn our brains off for a mere moment during this stressful time. And I knew Nile wanted to learn how to use the bow and arrow since I could see how her eyes were drawn to try weapons in the basement. So I decided to give her the very basic bow and arrow I had, though modern, it was great for a first-timer like Nile.

Nile was standing upright with her bow in her hand getting the arrow ready to load into the string. Nile was like Nicky in a sense, wanting to be perfect from the very beginning. Once she loaded the arrow, I saw her hold the bow up and pull the string back a bit fast. Thankfully I was at the side, not in the line of fire, and I placed my hand on hers that was pulling the strong back.

"Easy," I said to her, seeing that she felt a bit panicked, "It's a tight strong and it'll make you want to let go before you should. You need to take your time at first, and then it'll be more natural later on,"

Nile nodded, taking a breath before she slowly started to pull the string back. I watched carefully as I could see her arm starting to shake as she went farther back, "It's fine, you'll get used to the resistance. Once you found the spot, stay there and then aim," Nile had it back completely, then looking dead ahead as she was watching the large target I had up for her.

"Take a big breath," I said to her, "And as you exhale, release, okay?" She nodded, having me see her a large inhale. Once she exhaled, I saw her let go and the arrow went flying, hitting a good mark that was near the edge. I grinned, looking back at her and seeing a small glint in her eye.

"You hit the target!" I said to her in excitement, though she gave a look over showing that she wasn't happy about it, "Hey, you did better than Nicky when I first showed him back in the day. He didn't even hit the tree he was aiming at, but the tree behind it,"

"Wow," Nile said, looking a bit better about it, "So…that wasn't bad for me then?"

"Not bad at all," I agreed, "It takes practice, just like everything else,"

"I wanna do it again!" She said, almost in glee in which I couldn't help but laugh. I nodded in agreement, getting another arrow and handing it to her, watching her in amazement in how she was now doing this with a bit more confidence. It made me very a bit good to see this from Nile, since she was still very young and willing to learn all that we could give her. Sure, this was a tender time with what we were about to do, and we've never down this before.

But apart from Nile, we've all been in battles, rogue missions, situations that went bad, and we've always survived them. Then again, we weren't as young as we once were, a thick wall and shield was around all of us these days. Nile was fresh and way too new, and she wanted to know more about this life and what we could give her. I was willing to show her, and to teach her if I could.

She took another shot, barely a bit closer than the first arrow and her smile got a bit bigger. In a way, she almost reminded me of myself, when Nicky or Joe would teach me how to fight with a sword or learn Italian. That small spark of wonder and excitement within the belly, a chill up and down the spine, it was all the same for Nile now. I envied that for a small moment, but I was overall glad that Nile was riding this high of learning.

"At this rate, you can be as good as me," I commented to me as I saw her look of shock in how I was casual in saying something like this. I had to roll my eyes, "I didn't mean it like that, I have about 600 years on you,"

"Plenty of time for me to catch up then," Nile commented back smoothy, though she couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't let him hear you say that," I joked with her, seeing how she grinned and paused with her bow there in my hand. She then carefully laid it on the ground and faced me, a curious look in her eye, "Have you dream of that guy again?"

I gave an awkward sigh, almost seeing those eyes that he had in the back of my mind when she mentioned it.

"A few more times," I answered, sousing a bit unsure. But those eyes were there, how they were watching me out of pure curiosity and wonder, not in fear or anger. But then I saw a shift in Nile's eyes, almost like she discovered something about me that I didn't just yet. It was a bit uncomfortable, having me look at her on confusion, "What?"

"Here's the thing," She said to me, trying to be as calm as she could as I was seeing that she was going to open up some kind of can of worms, "I may not have been around as an Immoral long enough like you guys…I still have some experience in this kind of department when it comes to….catching feelings?" I gave her a small look of shock now as my hands instantly went up to cross in front of me with my arms.

"What?" I asked, almost a bit shocked as she shrugged.

"You really don't have a great poker face when you think about the dream guy," She admitted to me, having me feel a bit flushed, "It is kind of cute too if you think about it.

"It's a bit morbid if you asked me," I grumbled, though I wasn't remotely angry about it. I was just a bit taken back in how we were having this talk together. I was a bit flushed thinking about it, and I was nearly 600 years old but it felt like I was a blushing child.

All over a pair of goddamn eyes and a face.

"You're blushing," Nile said all of a sudden, having me look at her with big eyes and then press my fingers against my cheeks to feel the heat there. I was so confused at this point as she just grinned and walked over with her hands visible, "I come in peace, Eleanor."

"All I know is his face," I said, almost tragic in how pathetic this was and how just from one image was making me like this. She just grinned, almost enjoying this as I was going through some kind of emotional battle in my head.

"I don't know what they called it back in your day," She commented to me, her voice seeming sweet and kind about it, "But nowadays it's called having a crush,"

"Doesn't seem possible since I don't know who he is, where he's from, if he's one of us or going to be one of us or if I'll ever see him in in real life—" Now I was rambling all over again since this was too chaotic in my own brain but then Nile placed her hands on my arms to have me instantly go quiet. Her face was kind, and I could see how she was watching me that she almost had the same experience herself. Did she?

"I had a crush of someone once, back in high school." She explained to me in a low tone since it was just the two of us, "The first thing that I did notice was the eyes, and this person didn't even know that I existed. It took a while…a good long while until I knew what I was feeling,"

"Love?" I asked, seeing her say nothing as I dryly chuckled and looked down, almost wanting to shake it off of me since it sounded outrageous, "How could I love someone I haven't met yet?"

"I don't know," She answered, "But love is a crazy mystery to everyone….even to those who don't die. If this is some kind of sign that you'll see him, then let it be a sign. All I'm saying is…it's okay to feel this way about someone."

I smiled at her, seeing that she was coming from a good place. Maybe this was something else deep within me that I had no idea was there, and it was just timed from how I was reacting to these dreams. Destiny was preached far too many times with our group, all the way back to when I first met Nicky and Joe in France, and they believed it in. What is going to be the same for me, with whoever this man is? Or was it going to be some kind of chance?

Nile showed me that afternoon to be okay with what I was feeling.

"Okay, so we need at least a couple of these guns and some shells to go with it. Nothing bigger than a shotgun,"

"What about some knives and daggers?"

"Those can be better to sneak in, but only a handful."

We were all into e basement the night before we were going to leave and head to Switzerland. Copley had everything ready for us and was going to give it to us at the airport, including our new passports, the itinerary of the weekend, and more information on the group. He was going to help us get through security and getting us our own private plane, thanks to who he had favors with.

We were going over there during a festival that was within the town, which will give us more cover during our time there. Now, all we had to do was figure out what we were going to bring, including body armor and attire.

"The security systems seem a bit more high tech, we'll have to be careful going on and be mostly covered up in the faces to dodge facial recognition," I explained to the group as we had a big table set up in the middle of the basement, weapons already sprawled out at the ready. I was walked over to the wall with my bows and arrows, wondering which one I was going to use.

"We need to at least get inside the building," Andy said aloud to the group as I grabbed the one I wanted to use, then a small compact crossbow that was almost collapsible. Walking both weapons back to the table and placing them on the surface, I headed back for the bags that both go in as they were still talking together.

"If they have tight security, it might not be too easy," Nicky said to Andy as I squatted down to the drawers, pausing as I was hearing their conversation going on about how they were doing to get inside.

"Even if we try to get up there from the roof, it's still tricky…" Joe pondered out loud to the group. They were still talking about it since I then had an idea. They might fight back with me on this, but I had to at least place it on the table for them to think about. Grabbing the two bags that I had, I turned my heel and walked over to the table.

"Remember when we had that job back in over in Europe during World War I in 1918, fighting with the Americans? " I asked, the group going quiet as they were watching me I was pocking away the weapons, "We needed the documents from the Germans….all the way on the otherwise of the wasteland between us and them."

"What about it?" Andy asked, clearly not seeing where I was going with what I was telling them.

"What did we do to go to their trenches and later their main base?" I asked her calmly, seeing her think to herself as I then looked over at Joe and Nicky, hoping they remembered too. But they too seemed a bit lost…at first.

Joe finally got it.

"Played dead," he said, eyeing me suspiciously as the others were realizing it too. The only one who'd didn't know about it was Nile, but she was quiet as I turned to her.

"The wasteland between us with the Allies and the Germans was too far and dangerous to make it all the way through. We knew their officers had documents and reports needed to be taken to the Allies to help end the war, so…we decided to play dead with the Germans. We all ran out, dead within two minutes of dodging bullets and gas.

"Once we fell, we waited for some time before we were inching a bit closer, slowly but surely not to raise suspicion. When we were close enough, we were taken by the Germans because they thought we were dead. That was when we unleashed on them, taking out the entire trench and then some along that long lines before they could react." I explained to her, then slowly looking back at Andy as she was watching me talk about it.

"This is a different situation, I know that, but it's the same game we've played. Now they probably know, at this point, we can't die…but they don't know how long we can stay dead, right?" I asked her, seeing her slowly nod her head. I then took a deep breath, about to jump in with a crazy suggestion.

"They won't particularly care if any of you pretend to be dead, so….I'll play dead."

"No," Nicky immediately said, sounding stern about it as he looked from me over to Andy, "That's not a good idea, I'm not agreeing on this," I had a hunch he was going to disagree with this, all of them were, but mostly Nicky.

"They don't want any of you as much as they want me," I said to him as he looked back at me, "I'm their main target, and when I do go in there under their watch, they're not going to be looking at any of you coming in front behind,"

"What, like a diversion?" Nile asked, trying to follow. I looked at her with a point of my finger.

"Exactly," I answered, "I'll keep their focus on me, and you guys just walk right in," I knew there was going to be a full-blown fight about it, and how I was so casual and strategic about it. Nicky's face wasn't giving in though, and I knew where he was coming from. I really did, since they were there when I was there under the knife at the hands of the Nazi's so long ago.

"I still don't like it," Nicky said to me in a low tone, showing me in his eyes and his stance going stiff ta he would rather do anything else than to go with this plan.

"I can see where Nicky is coming from," Andy said to me carefully in agreement. I rubbed my face with my hand as I was trying not to burst out to them.

"Look, my track record with the Nazis is not the best, and what happened back then is back then…I accepted that now. But this," I said, gesturing to the weapons in front of us on the table, "This is different, and yet they treat it the same. We're different, we're fully prepared for anything that they can throw at us, we can handle."

"But you do know where we're coming from and what we're feeling," Joe said to me calmly, seeing that both Andy and Nicky were on the offensive with this.

"I do," I said back instantly, "And I already told you I'm not going to let anything happened to any of you with this fuckers. I stand by it, and whatever they can do to me now…it'll be nothing that I'll do to them,"

They were quiet again, looking at each other and silently almost having their won conversation. Of course, I felt what they were feeling: fear of history repeating itself. They all saw the after-effects of what they did to me, seeing me on a slab of a table and going through from PTSD merely because I was a toy and object to them. It was the nattiest thing not only that I went through, but how they witnessed it all was just as bad. Now that I was asking them to pretty much send me in there on my own to bring in a diversion, it wasn't settling in well.

Andy was the first one who finally nodded her head, seeing how I wasn't going to budge on it. Nile, just as hesitant, nodded her head too. I finally looked at both Joe and Nicky, both of them beyond protective of me with this subject. They had a right to be, but I wanted them to know I was going to be fine with this.

"Nicky," I said to him, seeing him now look over at me with his intense look. I didn't want to plead with him, but I gave in a sincere look and Joe placed his hand on Nicky's arm to who he was there, "I need you to trust me on this, please."

Nicky was still quiet, thinking about it heard to himself. He wouldn't be a person I would want to bring pain to, and I knew it was the same with him. So I wanted to have his blessing with this. He then slowly let his showers sag a bit, giving Joe a look now. Joe smiled softly, squeezing his arm, and nodding his head. Nicky finally gave me a look and one nod, showing he was in.

"Okay," I said simply. It was set in motion: having this kind of plan against the Nazis was going to be bold, let alone dangerous. But I wasn't going to be shy anymore, nor was I going to be afraid.

This time, I was going to be brave.