"Make sure I get results from what you give me from her, Doctor. It's been 5 minutes now, "

"I can't speed up the progress, Jon."

"I'm not telling you what to do, Arzt. Trust me, all I want is to know when she wakes up… so I can talk to her,"

"Ich werde Sie warnen. Sie haben mein Wort."

A door was opening and closing as I was keeping my eyes shut now, not wanting to give it away just yet. I had a mask over my mouth, just like before, but instead of me being completely on my back. I was tilted up a bit, still confined to the chair I was in before and my hands still zipped. I healed, which had to be a good sign. But then again, now I was being held hostage with a bunch of Nazis and they were chomping at the bit to not just have me wake up and prove my Immortality, but to torture me some more to find out about the others.

Speaking of which, where were they?

Calm yourself, I said in my head, trying not to take a fast breath in case my heart wasting monitored. I didn't feel anything on my fingertips, nothing to indicate that they were watching my heart rate. In fact, I wasn't hearing anything. Was this a trick? Was I actually dead? How was that when I could hear everything else around me, and I could feel my senses in my toes and my fingers.

"You can open your eyes, you know,"

Inside I was frozen, not knowing what to do as I was still playing dead. Was this going to be a trick on this doctor's part…wait. Did The Wolf say "Doctor"? Was this someone new that I haven't met before. Was this person going to be a threat to me and the others? My head was about to explode with all that I was thinking.

"I injected in you a serum that lowers your heartbeat down completely to unconsciousness for about an hour or two," The voice continued near me, sounding gentle instead of a threat, "The doors into this room are locked securely, and there are no security cameras in here as well. I promise you're safe."

I was still petrified to open my eyes, the small part of me was still convinced that this was an ambush of some kind to get ready for torture. But then again, this could be a worse situation. I didn't know where the others were or if they made it inside of the building. Where they okay? Was opening my eyes now going to be worth it?

Finally, I took the plunge and opened my eyes.

I was alone in the room, nothing was hard but a few beeps from the very low heart monitor. I could feel it now in my chest, how slow my heart was going one beat at a time and I made me panic as the lights were now dimmed, and not a single member of the goons was found. It was deserted, just the medical equipment and the monitors. Not another soul, not even The Wolf. It was just me and this Doctor.

Wait….why did he look familiar?

He was in his mid-fifties, a calm look on his face with dark eyes and yet gentleness of his face. He was wearing a lab coat, and I could faintly make out his name on the top of the white coat, but it was barely legible. The way he was looking at me was not the way The Wolf was moments before, but this time he had a pinch more kindness in him. He then walked over, standing right over me. For a split second, I thought he was going to just start tormenting and torturing me.

He went the opposite route, taking the mask off of my face completely.

"I'm not going to do anything to you," he reassured me, seeing that I was giving him an uneasy look, "I'm sparing you,"

"Why?" I shakily asked him, clearly not understanding the game he was playing. He had to be playing a game at this point. But the way he was acting towards me placed a shield up and around me. He just sighed and folded his hands in front of himself, almost like he was now being bashful to just talk to me and gave me some space to walk away a bit.

"Because even the oldest Nazis can know when they're wrong in their own ignorance," He stated, his voice was deep and sounding a bit remorseful in how he stated that to me. Just seeing the grim look on his face as he was thinking about how to barely sold me on his story….almost. But since I was in a pickle of sorts, I had to remember what Andy told me to do. She told me to buy them time, though I didn1't know where they were in this current time, I had to stall this out as much as I could for them to give them some time and a good head start.

"So you're an ex-Nazi?" I asked, not being convinced about it. I've heard of ex-Nazis before, I knew they were around since they either caved into giving up on their beliefs, or they realized the errors of their ways. They were still around to this day, and even their families were trying to move on. Still, I was a bit shocked.

"The only thing I provided was funding for their work and endeavors, which I have regretted for a long time," he admitted to me, in which he finally moved for me to see the last name on his lab coat. Although I was under some kind fo medication that made my heart rate stay low and unreadable, I was breaking into a bad sweat and almost go into a panic attack

Steiven

"You're Randall," I said in a low tone, note in a threatening way but shock. He nodded his head at me, his face wasn't showing that he was some kind fo evil scientist or doctor. It made no sense, on what we researched on him he was just an architect, not a doctor. And the way he was looking at me, there was something about him that was very different in comparison to the doctor I encountered before 80 years go.

Back then, his smile was sinister and almost cruel, a bit too good to be true kind of smile that he would use on the prisoners. it was vicious, almost too wide of a grin. He used that one me plenty of times. I would see that smile in my nightmares for plenty of years after I was saved from there, plenty of nights haring his voice in my ear as he would drive a knife into my lower stomach, or when he would cut out my skin for a sample. He thought he was in the right, which was the worst part of it all.

But this man in front of me, he was different. His smile, I could tell, seemed sincere and genuine kindness. Even in the way he stood, his stance was a bit awkward, like he was uncomfortable with what was going on around him. His hands that were folded in front of him were beyond calloused, but they were a bit timid against his body and in how he folded his hands together. This was such an opposite of who his relative was.

"I am not my grandfather," He explained to me calmly, as I then nodded mine had at his lab coat, motioning to his name.

"Neither are you a doctor," I commented back, seeing him look down at his coat and he dryly chuckled.

"I was before I became an architect, going to Medical School and everything. But, it made me realize that I could be going down a nasty path that my father and grandfather went down. After a huge fallout and arguing with my parents, I left the practice." he explained, having me watch his eyes as he was explaining. There was no sign or din cation that he was lying to me or bending the truth in any way.

I shifted around a bit in my restraints, seeing him watch me move as I was looking over behind him at the computer panels that were at the main desk. I instantly saw that they were security cameras, looking at the multiples floors of the building,s and multiple corners at the same tie, screens going from one view to another after a few seconds. There was no sign of the others just yet. I finally looked back at him, seeing him walk over to the main desk and grab a few papers from the top of the desk.

"What my grandfather did to you…all those years go," He said in a low tone, almost in a way that was regretful and remorseful, it made me watch him in disbelief as he finally looked over at me. His fingers were touching the papers briefly, but I saw the shift in him as he was looking at me directly in the eyes. My intuition was telling me to believe him, even while I was strapped to a chair and being held hostage. But the next three words out of his mouth stunned me.

"I'm so sorry,"

I gave him a shocked look, almost thinking that I was being delusional because of whatever medication he was giving me to keep me here. Or maybe I was still unconscious and dreaming again, dreaming of the best-case scenario for me in this situation. But either way, whatever was going on there in the room, it was an immediate shift and I had no real words to say about it.

"I know, hearing an apology from someone who grew up in the Nazi state of mind for at least 30 years seems a bit out for the ordinary for anyone to hear," he admitted to me as he placed his papers back down on the desk.

"I have trust issues with a certain group who does inhumane things to innocent people," I explained to him from my seat.

"And rightfully so," Randall commented back smoothly with no hesitation, "Which is why I left them all 5 years ago,"

"Wait," I said, sitting up a bit more and trying to get in a better sitting position, "You left the Nazis…but you're funding them."

"Blackmail is such a universal language," He said with a shrug of his shoulders, pausing for a brief moment before he looked a bit more solemn than it did before, "Even when it involves my son."

I instantly thought of Daniel, how he was so young, and yet he attempted to kill me in Paris not too long ago. He never said a word to me, but when he fought me, it was like he was on autopilot. It frightened me then too, seeing the grimace on his face and feeling that sense of guilt that I killed his son.

"He was too far gone in the cause," Randall merely said to me, seeing the look that I was giving him, "Even I couldn't take him out and save him. It takes a good amount of strength to admit your downfall…and my son wasn't strong enough,"

"I'm sorry," I said to him, which was a shock for me to feel bad for someone like him. I barely met him, only talking to him for a few solid minutes while strapped to a chair and riding out some kind of medicine that was making both slow and almost "dead".

"It's my burden to bear, and I wish to end it now," he said fo me as he looked over at the cameras for a brief moment. I looked too, seeing what he was seeing. There was movement there within the camera screens, it was a bit too fast to see at first. Almost like a trick to the eye.

But then I could see it, after watching for a few seconds. Bodies falling to the ground from gunfire, a fistfight in another screen from someone dressed in black. One of them, had a machine gun out and ready with a bag over the shoulder, shooting down at least three guards in some hallway. Another camera showed someone with a sword, slicing through one guard and shooting another one at point-blank.

I grinned, more a split second before I kept my neutral face again and looked back at Randall.

"I can only tell you what I know about The Wolf and what he wants to do with you," he said to me as he tucked his hands in his pockets and eyed me with a bit concern.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, Doctor, but I have heard that at least a thousand times before by the same type of people thinking the same thing," I said to him in a calm tone, "This isn't news to me,"

"He's been the one who's been sending out his loyal followers to get you personally, including my son. The Wolf firmly believes that whatever ability you have is the key for the Third Reich to not just get power again, but to live forever," Randall said to me, having me think about it for a moment and feeling both disgusted by the thought and almost amused it by the same time.

"And you think doing whatever you can with me, what you'll get out of me, will somehow give him Immortal life?" I asked, wanting to know what he thought about it as he was drilling his eyes into my own. I wanted to know what he was thinking, how he was processing all of this, and if he was going to be some kind of ally for me to rely on or to be wary about. I had to draw a line now with him, whether I was going to rely on him or put a bullet in his head.

But he chose for me

"I believe in humanity, which is why I'm going to help you," He explained, looking back at the monitors, a small look of shock on his face as he was seeing my family going through soldiers with ease. I could see the look of shock on his face as he was watching all of this unfold.

"I take it these people are here to rescue you?" He asked, not sounding scared or threatened by it.

"No," I answered, seeing him look back at me as I was giving him a determined eye, "They're gonna help me take down The Wolf,"

I had that set in stone now. Randall was no longer the enemy that we thought he was, not when I was talking to him for the mere minutes. He wasn't the one who wanted me here for the torture, it was The Wolf the whole time. I knew that in my mind that Randall was another pawn to all of this, all because of his last name. We were blinded about this before, and I knew I had to make it right since The Wolf was a bigger threat now, and he was my new target.

"I'll buy you some time," Randall reassured me as he walked over to check my pulse quickly on my neck, watching the second hand on his watch for a few moments, "Your heart rate is going back up because the injection is wearing off. I'll inject a bit more of my serum that'll at least knock you out for 10 more minutes so your comrades can find you, understand?"

"You've having me trust you though I barely met you," I commented as he was walking over to where his needle was and a clear liquid in a tube next to it. I watched him as he was getting the liquid ready with the needle, "Wait! Let me read the label first,"

He paused looking time as if it was a joke. I nodded at him, already feeling my heart rate going back up a bit more now since he was right. He walked over with the liquid and its test-tube, showing me the label on the side and I read it carefully. I finally gave him a nod.

"You're a doctor?" He asked me as he went back to getting the needle ready for me.

"I used to be for a while, some time ago," I said to him calmly as I watched the liquid going in and at the right amount with the measurement, "I tend to want to help people who are running from the mounters, as surprising as it was."

"We're kindred spirits then," he said to me as he was walking over with the injection, the needle at the ready as he was carefully moving my jacket sleeve up to get a good grip on my forearm. I was watching him carefully, seeing that he was being gentle with me and showing a small way of kindness in how he was doing this.

"This will make you very lethargic for a while after you wake up," he explained, "Your muscles will be tender and it might take some time before you're at a normal function again. I advise you not to push it too hard,"

"Fine," I said, already getting my own body ready for the injection. He was about to when I looked at him square in the eyes, feeling like I had to say one more thing to him to at least tell him what I felt he and I both needed to hear. 80 years of uncertainty and pain, of loneliness and depression, and if uncertainty was somehow bubbling over me at this point with all that could be at stake at this current time.

"With what happened to me long ago," I said to him taking in a shaky pause and gulping at I stared up at him, "I can forgive…or at least to. I'll start with you and your family,"

It felt like a lot of energy was taking out of me for just saying those words to him. I was angry for so long, alone in my head, and thinking of what I could do if I had my hands around that doctor's neck because of what he robbed from me. But I also know that that would help me move on and be a better Immortal int his world, that the guilt that was rotting in me that makes me feel worse. I had to learn to let go and let it all fall back into my past.

He gave me a small smile.

"I hope and pray that all will be well after all of this," He said to me, then tapping the needle to make sure that it was good to go. He then held my elbow carefully, the needle was about to push in, he then looked at me and gave me one more smile. Once again, I saw it was different in his eyes than his grandfather.

"Thank you," he said, and I felt the needle going in and I closed my eyes.

This was a different dream. This was an intense dream. I felt things witting my head more than I did in the past and when it felt like I was a ghost haunting this man. However, there was a change in the tides now when it comes to what I was experiencing.

Glimpses of a skyscraper, reach up to the sky over cloudy day and rain. I knew that was the Empire State Building.

He was in New York.

He wasn't alone, he was with a few other guys around his age and they were out in a bar somewhere deep in the New York neighborhood. It was a pub really, crowded left and right with people who were loud and drunk. Although, he was in tweet clothes and he was the sober one amongst his friends, having the same amount of a good time as the rest of them were.

but the narrative changed, and it made me frightened.

He was walking alone out on the street, nowhere near his friends. I could finally see his whole body clearly and what he was wearing. A cotton shirt and a cotton jacket over it, jeans and boots, a leather jacket and a hood over his head since it was pouring at this point. The way he was walking was stiff and almost staggering as he then looked over his shoddier. Two men were behind him, watching and following him. I searched for a pinpoint, seeing where he was and the street name.

New York. Brooklyn.

He was somewhere in the dark, almost brought him in there by the two thugs that were after him. I was glimpses of the farces of those who were attacking him. He was fighting back at first with his fists, he was a good fighter himself and got a few good licks in. But then, I saw the flicker of a knife

I felt him cry out as the knife went right into his stomach. The last thing I heard was his name.

Oliver.

I woke up in a massive gasp, my eyes wide and looking up at the ceiling of the room I was in. My entire body was in pain from what I felt, and let my muscles were seeping through what felt like syrup. I didn't need this, not now as I was feeling that sting of pain there in my stomach, right where he was stabbed. It was killing me, having me grunt out loud, and ride out the phantom pain that was seeping through me.

No. Not now. Please not now.

"Eleanor?!" I looked forward to the front doors, seeing Nile right outside the massive glass doors after she shot down two guards. Apparently, The Wolf sent them to guard my body, much to the dismay of those guards since now they were dead within moments. She opened the door, blood splattered on her clothes at certain points as I saw her mercenary clothes that she was sporting: black attire and a bulletproof vest. One gun strapped to her thigh and a massive bag over her shoulder with a machine gun in her hand.

She staggered into the room and slammed the door behind her, having me look at her with my pained face and I could see now she was a bit hunched over too, looking like she saw a ghost. I said nothing, but I wanted to say everything now since Nile was here, looking like she as about to vomit. She then looked over at me, seeing me strapped to the table and a grave look was on her face.

"Was that…" She said to me, her voice low and scared.

"Yeah," I said to her as I was trying to get my breath back together. She dropped the bag over her shoulder on the floor, breathing heavily as well as she went to lock the glass doors behind her to secure us in, "This was not the best time to go through this shit. We'll have to find him later after we're done. Where are the others?"

"Nicky and Joe are together somewhere a few floors beneath us, trying to get it clear for us," Nile explained as she walked over to start getting me released from being strapped down, getting a knife out, and breaking the zip tie on my wrists, "Andy's trying to find the Doctor."

"He's not the enemy we want," I said to her, seeing her look at me in concern as I tried to sit upright on the table, grunting a bit as I was still feeling like jelly all over. Nile palmed her hand on my lower back as she was eyeing me all over.

"What are you talking' about?" She asked as I was trying to move around my arms and get some feeling back in there.

"He was blackmailed into doing all of the funding," I explained as my zombie body was slowly getting feeling again, the tingling sensation of my body trying to wake up after being under purposely was almost nauseating, "It's The Wolf. He's the main target and he wants us all dead,"

"Okay," Nile said as she was digesting all of this in her own mind while I was maneuvering my legs to bend and my feet to be planted on the table, "What do you need me to do?"

"I need my stuff," I said to her, trying to ride out the last of the injection that was still in my system. She nodded quickly, walking over to the massive bag she carried and placed it in front of my feet on the table. I moved a bit more, squinted from my movements as my muscles were trying to retaliate against me as I unzipped the top of the bag and tried to with through with what I needed.

"We need to tell Andy to find The Wolf," I said to her as I took off the old jacket I was wearing and my bloody shirt as well, leaving me a bit exposed in my sports bra and my pants and jeans. I grabbed a fresh dark long-sleeved shirt with a thin hood, throwing it on and then a bulletproof vest with my arm shield for my bow and fingerless gloves. I then had a face mask around my neck and I started to get my hair into a french hair from the top fo my head and down my back, almost like my battle hair.

"I'll text her right now," Nile said to me as I was then moving my legs to hang over the side, seeing her use the burner phone in her hand and was typing away while I grab the last things in the bag: my weapons. One thigh strap for my pistol, and my bow that was folded it perfectly against the side of the bag.

"Lastly," I said as I got my holster on my thigh ready and strapped in tight, gripping the side of the table to steady myself before I knew I had to start moving around. Nile was watching me now as I was cracking the back of my neck and I was finally giving her a determined look.

"I want to finish this fast and have it be done with," I said in a low manner, seeing her shift in her boots that she was wearing. This all had to end, even with the compassion that I got from Randall sometime before, the rest of this had to stop. There was one more piece to this puzzle that as given to us, and we barely saw him die. Oliver was on my mind…his name being ingrained in my mind almost like it was written in fire and set in stone.

Oliver….Oliver….

"Let's go find the others," Nile said to me, having me nod as I was pushing my legs off to land on my feet. I almost stumbled, my jello legs were wobbly underneath me as Nile grabbed my arm to stable me, "What the hell did he do to you?"

"He helped me play dead,' I grunted as she was maneuvering me over to the desk so I can lean on it and look at the monitors, "Unfortunately it's making it a bit hard for my body to wake up, butI'll be fine. We need to look for the others and see where they are,"

We both were watching the screens, looking for some kind of sign as to where the others were located. I was getting a bit concerned now since it took me a bit. But then I felt my heart drop since the screen I was looking at showed both Nicky and Joe backed in a corner, in what looked to be one of the main lobbies of the building.

"Shit," Nile said in a grimace as we were both watching. There were at least twenty men in the room with them, all of them had guns on them and they were aimed right at both of them. If they fired at Joe and Nicky, they both would lose time coming back to life and being taken themselves.

They were going to be the new targets for The Wolf. Like hell

"We need to get to them before they're taken," I said in a grunt as I felt a bit more strength going back into my legs. I was finally able to walk over to the chair once more, getting my bow unfolded from the bag and then throwing the arrow holster over my shoulder and gripping the handle on the bow tightly.

"What floor are they on?" I asked Nile as I walked back over to the screens.

"Looks like the third floor," She replied, going back to grab her machine gun. I had a clip nestled on my holster to connect my bow to, pushing it back against my holster and securing it. Grabbing my pistol and cocking at the ready, both Nile and walked over to the glass doors. I took in a solid deep breath, then throwing my facemask over my mouth and nose before looked at Nile.

"We'll get to Nicky and Joe before we get to Andy, then we find The Wolf…and I'm gonna finish him myself," I said to her, seeing him nod her head once as I was about to unlock the door before Nile stopped me.

"You know," She said to me the adrenaline coming through her as well me myself, "I'm kind of digging the name Oliver."

I raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a look even though the face mask I was wearing. She just chuckled as I unlocked the door with ease with my fingers.

"We're discussing this later," I mumbled to her, the both of us moving with ease out of the room and into the hallway. There were two bodies already on the ground, thanks to Nile and we both had our guns out and ready going to down the hall to our right. I was already thinking about how we go slip past the next guards that could be coming for us. This had to be fast and this had to be light. If we were going to go to the lobby on this floor, we could look down on the third floor to find the others.

We could hear a few guards coming our way as we were turning the corner, the both of us instantly drew up our guns and shooting them down in seconds. They fell to the floor in a heap, having me place my holster back in my thigh hostler and reach down to grab one of their guns as one piece of ammo for me to use.

We were moving a bit faster now, getting some speed under us as three more men were coming our way. I was shot in the shoulder but I pressed on, getting one in the neck as Nile got the second one down. With the third guard, I shot at his hand to drop the gun and I ran over to him, jumping straight up and kicking him in the chest heard with both feet.

I landed right on top of the guard as he fell to the ground right on his back, then reached for a knife that was stored in my holster with my gun to stab the guard right in the middle of his face. He was instantly dead, having me stand up completely over his body as I looked back at Nile. He was looking at me with wide eyes.

"Damn, you're savage," She snorted at me as I got off the body and we both kept walking over towards the lobby area. Our pace instantly slowed down, as we could hear some commotion in front of us. We were going at a snail trail, stopping right at the corner and waiting for a moment or before ewe could hear men's voices a few floors below us.

We both got as low as we could, creeping over to the glass railing that was showing the large opening that was showing all of the floors beneath us. Once we were close enough, we peered through the glass and saw the scene two floors below. Nicky and Joe were placed On their knees and two guns were behind their heads, both of their swords were kicked out of the way and out of reach from either one of them.

What got me heated were the guns against their skulls, and it made me see red.

I took out the bow that was clipped to my holster, reached for the stack of arrows, and placing them every so quietly on the ground in front of my feet. I was placing them out one at a time in a neat row, ready for me to grab quickly and use since this was going to have to take seconds.

"Nile, make your way to the other side and out of their line of sight, and when I whistle, start shooting," I whispered to her as I got the last arrow, "Staring shooting for the stragglers. I'll take out the two who have Joe and Nicky and then the other two in front of them,"

"How long will that take you?" Nile whispered back as I rolled my shoulders, gripping the bow tight as I loaded the first arrow.

"5 seconds," I said, then standing up completely and pulling the arrow back, aiming it down and over to the guard right behind Joe. He was closest to me and looked the most dangerous. He was a bot farther away and two floors down, which was going to be difficult for another shooter. But not for me, though this was more time of the essence. I took two deep breaths, aiming right between the eyes.

After my last breath, I released.

The guard gasped out, blood splattering all over the floor as he fell to the ground. I intently reached down for a second arrow and pulled back by the time I stood back up and aimed at the guard behind Nicky. I released, not thinking twice and seeing that guard fall to the floor as well with a massive arrow sticking out of the man's face.

Both Joe and Nicky looked bewildered as the soldiers were looking around to find out where to look. I reached down for the third arrow and drew back by the time they were finally seeing me.

I gave out a whistle.

I released the arrow as Nile started to shoot from her spot and taking out one of two of the soldiers as the third arrow flew and went through a grade's throat. I was about to reach down and get the fourth arrow before I saw one of the soldiers finally looking up, seeing Nile, and was going to aim at her. I had to make a faster choice for the sake of Nile.

"HEY!" I yelled out, getting the guard's attention as he then looked over at me. He shot as I shot as well, the both of us getting hit. I was hit in the hip, having me fall forward and crash through the glass railing and to the ground, the feeling of my stomach almost out of my stomach as it took a few quick seconds before I crashed onto the ground, right in front of Nicky and Joe.

I instantly went into darkness.