Author's Note: A bit of a hiatus due uni work. Song for this chapter is Vienna Calling by Falco.
We're taking another shift in the story. Any guesses?

-Kiara

He felt the pain course through his body as he lay on the floor helpless.

"Soldat. I will only ask again one more time. Mission report."

He lay in silence. Some part of his mind told him to not reveal the girl, another part trying to fight against the Commander's order.

"Fine then. Put him in the chair."

Two men pulled him up as they dragged him to the chair, locking him in. He felt a jump inside his chest, something he thought was fear. He was scared. He watched the Commander move to a wall, putting a code to the console beside, a latch opening to reveal a red book with a black star on its cover.

Longing.

He felt something twitch in him.

Rusted.

The twitch grew, stinging every part of his head.

Seventeen.

Daybreak.

He tried to fit it, clenching his fists and face together.

Furnace.

The twitch gave way, spreading to his body.

Nine.

He focused, his senses tuning everything out.

Benign.

Homecoming.

One.

Freight car.

As if a final piece of the puzzle had been laid.

He looked to the Commander, waiting and watching him as he closed the book.
"Good morning, Soldier."

"Ready to comply." His voice spoke autonomously.

"Mission report: January 3rd, 1989."

"Eliminated."

"Anything else?"

"A girl."

Rudi clung adjusting the straps of his backpack, quickly walking down to 8 Strausberger Straße to the address passed on from Christiane to meet Coulson. He took a glance behind his back, before walking into the apartment block, quickly scaling three floors up before knocking on a large wooden door. Apartment 3A.

"Wer ist es? (Who is it?)" came a voice, tinged with a slight twang of an American accent.

He closed one eye, trying to remember the singer Christiane had mentioned, huddling himself against the cold. "Vera Lynn?"

"Ist das eine Frage oder Antwort? (Is that a question or an answer?)" The voice replied back, a hint of amusement.

"Eine Antwort! (An answer!)" He slightly raised his voice, before glancing around again to the empty hallway, leaning himself to the door closer, "Just let me in, it's freezing!"

He felt the door give under his weight as Coulson stood, quickly pulling him inside the apartment.

"Good, you're on time." Coulson smiled before turning around, sitting back at the table with documents in front of him. He pushed two passport towards Rudi, as he start packing up.
"These are for you and Lelia."

Rudi opened them looking at the photograph of him and Lelia with the same last name. Constantine Walter. "Austrian?"

"I have a few friends," Coulson shrugged as she stuffed everything into a file, hiding it under a platform of his suitcase before putting his folded belongings on top.

"And Lelia will meet us where?" he scratched his head, looking at the clock on the wall ticking to 9am. "She left very early this morning."

"At the Haupbahnhof. She got her passport from another contact and if everything's gone to plan, she should be on her way to the station and then waiting for us to get the train to Vienna."

"We shouldn't be late then," Rudi fiddled again with the straps of his backpack as Coulson opened the door, the two of them taking to the streets.

Christiane kept walking in the station before she stopped in front of the board, indicating which train the Vienna train would be leaving.

In her jacket's pocket, she could feel between her fingertips her passport. Behind the lining however of the jacket was one side of what remained of her French identification from the war, lined in plastic. The stiffness of the card was somewhat reassuring, cool to the touch through the fabric. She felt the dog tags around her neck, also reassuringly rested. She looked for a spot to stand and watch. It was 10am, in which five minutes time, Coulson and Rudi would arrive and they would pass through the control. Five more minutes and Rudi and her would be free, she thought.

She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall as she watched the crowd of people move about in front of her, her eyes always vigilant. Her eyes did a scan once, before her eyes settled on that of a man standing across the crowd, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. He watched her before suddenly walking towards her determined.

Three minutes.

Her heart jumped as she started to move, finding whatever opening she could to run away. She felt a hand tighten around her arm as she struggled, kicking the man beside her easily. Christiane moved again in the crowd, finding an opening as she sprinted. She ripped at her pocket, dropping her identification to the side and shoving her backpack off as she made for an alley in station connected to a street only to have a man step out from a corner, digging a sharp needle to her neck. She saw a car stop in front, her vision blurring.

One minute. There was only one minute left…

Slowly, she felt it again, darkness coming to her. The ringing in her ears. She felt herself go limp as they dragged her away.

"Shit!" Coulson hissed as he looked around for Lelia in the station. "Rudi where the hell is she?"

"This isn't her, she wouldn't just run off like that." Rudi shook his head, trying to look over the crowd. He started walking, looking into each opening the station connected to the street. His eyes stopped over one alley, a brown bag on the floor.

He looked over the cloud, his eyes meeting Coulson as he made way through to him.

"Is it hers?" Coulson frantically got down, moving the bag aside. Underneath the bag was her passport and a laminated card of identification. He took the card between his fingers, slowly getting up. "Rudi?"

He let out a sigh, covering his face with his hands.

"This can't be right," Coulson looked to the card in shock and horror. A photograph of Lelia in black and white looked to him. Cursive handwriting written beside:

Christiane Gérard Bougourd. Née 24 Decembre 1922. Paris, France.

"Coulson, what the hell's going on?" Rudi shook the agent, standing frozen to the spot.

"How did you know her? Lelia? Christiane? Whoever the hell she is?" Coulson almost gasped out, clutching to the documents.

Rudi hesitated, remembering the pact the two had made, "A family friend sent her. But she is Christiane."

Coulson furrowed his eyebrows, feeling each tick of the watch on his wrist before he let go of the tension, looking back to Rudi.

"You need to get on that train. I'm staying here to find her." Coulson moved, taking up Christiane's belongings over his shoulder as he pushed Rudi back into the main part of the station, Coulson starting to run to the platform.

"Someone out there knows her better than we do but right now you need to get out of here! My contact in Vienna, she'll be waiting at the station with a red hat and scarf, she'll make sure you're settled in. Get on that train now."

He took to the wagon's steps, looking down to Coulson on the platform, "Whatever's happened, you make sure you find her."

Coulson nodded as he watched Rudi nod once, a thanks to it before he disappeared into the wagon. He turned around as he put Christiane's papers into his jacket, picking up his step back to the warehouse.

Rudi watched Coulson walk away as he sat to himself. He bent his head down, whispering a prayer through his lips.

"Sir, with your permission I'd like to run some tests on her?" Came a voice in the darkness.

"No, she is only an intimidation tool for the soldier. He remembers something about her and as long as she lives in our possession, he is obedient."

She felt each nerve on her body on fire, her sister's voice in her ear.

"Christiane! Wake up!"

She tried to open her eyes, seeing her sister above her. "You need to survive."

Christiane blinked, the scene shifting as she watched herself inside a pod. One of those things Zola had put her in so long ago.

Wake up! She screamed at herself. She looked to her hands, almost translucent, like she was some sort of spirit.

She could feel the cold seeping into her skin, to her bones. She felt it all over again. The dogtags stung against her chest, ice against metal.