Chapter 6

"Wake up, Sweetheart. We're here."

Nathan sat up, pulling his arms close and surveying...the front seat of the SUV. He dropped his arms, leaning back against the seat. "How long was I sleeping?"

"Probably the last six hours. No worries, it was god awful boring." Flynn's voice was about as dull as dirt.

Nathan rubbed his eyes and slid out of the vehicle, Flynn double checking all lights were off in the vehicle. Nathan pulled on a light jacket, the sun beginning to rise over the small town. "What are we looking for here?"

"This is part of Axel's base camp. They have a spot over a street. They will be able to inform us where they've been looking, and they may have some other tips to help us out. We have what you questioned, but they're the ones who will have the answers."

"And, we're the only ones out here looking for Hitler?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I mean the government officials have been keeping an eye on us but it's been pretty quiet from the reports."

"Well, just remember I showed up, so likely things are going to change."

Nathan followed Flynn up the street, his body guard, Daly, behind him. The three of them had left the rest, able to meet up with little detachments of men Keller had running the around country. "So how are you feeling princess? Are you going to pull any funny business, or do I need to numb you up prior to meeting everyone?"

"Don't worry about me. I'd like to ask coherent questions."

"But it's so nice when you look like a babbling bafoon. Helps my buddy and I look like the geniuses."

Daly gave a short chuckle. "You are pretty unaware of things when you're doped up."

"Niahahaha, thanks guys. Glad my reputation is going down the drain."

"What reputation could you possibly be talking about? You haven't been anywhere reputable yet."

"They're lining up... I have some good leads on a few places. It's just finding the right team and, and—"

"Oh quiet. Shoot for the stars after we're done here. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can move on in our lives. And maybe, just maybe," Flynn gestured widely. "If you are successful, and I become successful, then I'll call you up, and we'll do another heist together."

"Yeah, and this time I won't be so generous with the profits."

"Get over it. Don't let yourself get all wrapped up—"

"We're here," Daly said from behind them, Nathan and Flynn pausing their step, looking at Daly, Nathan then following Flynn's gaze to the house in front of them.

Flynn walked up to the door of the single floor house, white, drab and boring as all the other houses around. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, gold light splashing across the yards and brown dirt roads. The sun helped bathe the street in a golden tint, but it still was a depressing area to be around.

Nathan turned back around as the door opened, taken aback. A lady answered the door, but Nathan was surprised at how short she was. She had to barely reach five foot. Short brown hair bobbing around her face, she gave a quick squeal as she hugged Flynn. "Harry! It's so good to see you again! It's been months!"

"It's good to see you too, Nora. May we come in please?" She nodded, happily jumping out the way, holding the door. "You're such a darling," Flynn said, Nathan catching the lady's cheeks tinge pink. They entered through the door straight into a living room, books, papers, folders and maps extended over two tables. In the kitchen and family room, there was only more.

"Woah, this is impressive," Nathan started, wanting to grab it all and start reading. "How did you obtain all this?"

"FBI, and a few other cooperating countries. We have a good portion of all the documents out around the world, all thanks to Mr. Keller. He was able to obtain these to further our research. Heck, he's even supporting the vast majority of it on his funds. He's a wonderful man."

"Yeah, wonderful. Swell guy. How long have you had these? Who else is looking at these?" Nathan didn't touch anything yet, just read tops of the papers, recognizing pages in Spanish and English, some German, Russian.

"Well, for about a month I suppose. We're the only camp that has all the papers. Whenever we find something regarding another area, we organize the info, and send it out with all the information on where to look, what to look for, the whole everything."

"What other leads are you going on? Surely you're not only looking at what the government has to say."

"Oh, no, we're looking into family and people too. There was a lot that went on down here. Supposedly up the road Hitler may have unloaded from the U-boat, witnesses report, and it may have sunk around here too. Another boat claims that they caught a U-boat emerging from the water, before quickly submerging again. There were families, transportation, ways to communicate if need be. He was blind in everyone's eyes right now. This was the best time for him to be moved swiftly and safely."

Nathan nodded, glancing at some of the names. "Flynn, check it out. 'Antonio,' like on the grave we found. Antonio Ebert. Doesn't say anything here about him."

"A lot of the names we have, were actually pulled off gravestones. Certain ones are marked, representing the German immigrants, but some are Argentinians who joined the Nazi cause, or Hitler's Youth." Nathan glanced up and smiled at Nora, then looked back down at the documents. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Nathan Drake. Historian of sorts."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, help yourself to the documents. I've gone over them a few times, so I know roughly what order they're in. Are you looking for anything in particular?"

Flynn finally opened his mouth. "Where to next? Where would he have landed this U-boat? How did he get out of the town, how far did he go? How much longer do I have to drive?"

Nora giggled. "You're going to be doing a bit of driving. I know you hate it, but it's what we have around here." Nora shot another grin to Flynn. Nathan held back from rolling his eyes, distracting himself with some of the papers in front of him. "Well, for starters, I believe they landed the sub off of Caleta de los Loros. Nice wide beach, decent depth. Easy. From there, Lahusen family would have helped him. Made it to a few more cities, then out further north. Based off the time frames, he was slow, injured, and moving as quick as he could."

"Right, right, because of his stomach ailments and his asthma," Nathan mumbled, picking up one of the pages. "But hey, we're off to a great start here, so let's follow his tracks. Shall we go take a swim in the Atlantic? I haven't done that in a while, stripping down to the boxers, " Nate joked, nudging Flynn in the side.

"All right, all right. You're so clever. Yes, sure, let's go peek at the beach, see what there is to offer. Maybe we'll stumble upon something, maybe it'll be a waste of a day. Shall we, sunshine?" Flynn looked back to Nora. "We'll be back later today, if that's okay?"

Nora nodded. "We're not going anywhere! No worries."

Flynn, Nathan, and Daly left back for the car, Flynn looking at the map. "Yep, about twenty minutes away."

They stopped long enough to pick up breakfast and supplies, the sun beginning its way across the sky. Flynn and Daly didn't say anything, Nathan beginning his descent into a murky mood. The green grass led to sand and dry shrubs, nothing growing past the height of your knee. Nathan couldn't see much around. Nowhere to run, hide, escape... That's all he had to do, was keep his eyes open and take the next opportunity he could.

How could Keller find a drug that dumbs you down like an obedient monkey? How did he manage it? How can it be fought? Out of all the books he's read and people he's been around, drugs were the last thing he knew anything about. Okay, since I can't fight the drugs, I can avoid them. I need to find Hitler's paintings, gold, anything from what might have been with him. Nathan sighed, looking out the window again. He could see the coast coming up. I need this treasure. I need to get ahead of Keller. His notes are at my disposal, but not what I give to him. I need to find a way to remember the info I give him.

"Ladies, here we are. Let's start looking around."

Nathan glanced up, sliding out of the vehicle, walking a few steps out. Flynn and Daly meandered towards the water, Daly positioned to keep an eye on Nate. "Yeah, yeah, keep your eyes open," Nate muttered, looking out at the hills. They were probably discussing the sighting of the U-boat. He stepped away, watching the ground, curious what clues would be around sixty years later. He paced back and forth around the hills, slowly making his way further and further.

"Hey, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

Nathan looked up, Daly and Flynn running his direction. "Looking for clues. Are you done admiring the scenery with your partner? You guys are getting ridiculous."

"Yes, well, we have important matters to discuss concerning this location. So, take a quick dose, and try not to wander too far."

Nathan slipped his arm out of the jacket sleeve, Flynn catching sight of the edge of Nathan's worse cuts. "Did Axel pull his knife on you?"

Daly swabbed the area, Nathan unsure if Flynn was asking the question to make a snide remark, or if he was looking for small talk. "I don't know. I wasn't too perceptive of the surroundings."

"Curious, that's all. Maybe it was a rock. Have you even looked in a mirror?"

"Besides the quick glance in the car, no. Why do you ask? Or care?"

He noticed Daly putting his arm down. Nathan slid his arm back into the jacket, his mind already wanting to go its own direction. He looked back at Flynn. "He held you in there a little longer than anyone else. Was just curious how his technique is changing. Worked pretty well on you."

Nathan couldn't say anything back. His thoughts were beginning to spin around on each other. He stepped away from the two, not sure what to look for. They went back to the water, Nathan carefully stepping around the shrubbery and grass, turning around another hill. He yelled out, suddenly falling down. He leg was stuck, Nathan trying to push himself up. Suddenly he moved, then was pulled up and out of the hole by Daly. "Find a fox hole, Drake?"

Drake stared at it for a moment, getting back down on his knees. "No, something else," he said quietly, his attention completely on the hole. There was something shiny down there, the silver playing in the sun. He reached back in the hole, Flynn sighing. His hands wrapped around the small piece of metal, lifting it up with his fingers... "A bottle," he simply stated, setting it down and reaching back in.

"Daly, scour this area and see if there's a second hole or storage area around here. It'll be close to this one." Nathan dug out two more bottles and a cup. "Nice work Drake. A least you didn't break your ankle."

Nathan gave a short nod, digging more of the items out. The themed seem like cups and water. Something they probably would have needed. Maybe there's medicine bottles in this hole, or if Daly finds another one. I almost guarantee there will be at least one bottle. "Do you have a shovel or something useful?"

Flynn rolled his eyes, pulling his small backpack off. He pulled out a small, collapsible shovel. "Ay, Flynn, over here!" Nathan looked up as he took the shovel, Daly about two hundred feet away.

Nathan went to digging, making quick leeway on the hole, pulling out a variety of items, grinning as he finally found a small brown one, trapped in a clump of dirt. He held his smirk as he broke the dirt off with his hands and a bit of water he had. It was small, no bigger than his thumb. Silver lid. Empty. He gave it a small toss up and caught it, out of habit sticking it in the side pocket of his pants.

"Drake! What are you doing?" Flynn was running back towards him, voice harsh.

Nathan looked up stupidly, then back at the hole. "I'm digging...?"

"Your pocket! Empty it!" Nathan looked down and smacked his forehead, pulling out the vial. This drug was making him stupid. Flynn's arm pressed against his neck, dropping him to the ground. "Are you pocketing items that could lead back to Hitler?"

"No, no I'm not. Sorry, it was out of habit. Take it."

Flynn released his arm, taking the vial and standing back up. "Looks like medicine. Good find, mate. Keep digging and see how much more. Clearly if there's nothing major found yet, this must have been a simple drop site." He strolled back over to Daly, Nathan picking himself up and digging a little more, not finding anything else besides other broken cups and bottles.

They regrouped, Daly and Flynn walking back to the ocean. "So, I think there's reason to search for a sub, but I'll bring that up with Axel," Flynn said, looking around stoically. Nathan wanted to roll his eyes, but instead he turned to the side, beginning to fade from his ramblings. "We'll head back to San Antonio Oeste, and meet up with Nora. We'll discuss where to head next. The trail has been lit. Aren't you fella's excited?"

Nathan and Daly stayed silent, Flynn sighing noisily before muttering, "Let's go back to the truck," walking away. Nathan followed, trying to not slip into the quiet hole this drug sent him into. This was the third day, but already he had caught the men chuckling behind his back, two or three coming up to ask questions rapidly, only to have him stare at them in response, trying to word the answers and to whom. For now, he just went along with it. Everything was out of his hands for the moment, and opportunity would arise for him to get away.

They made their way back to Nora's, the petite lady eager to show Nate the papers, although slightly put off about Nathan's sudden change in personality. She adjusted her glasses at lot more, explaining how she had everything divided up, Nathan quiet, mumbling or nodding his understanding, trying to keep it straight in his head. She smoothed her red shirt, giving a quick thumbs up to Nate. "If you need anything, I'll be around! Same with Jacob and Cindy. They're in the back rooms, fiddling with a chart. They're going to question some people soon!"

She bounced away, a small smile escaping Nathan. How the hell did she find Keller? He grabbed a chair and sat down, pulling the first stack of papers towards him and some blank ones, beginning his descent into the inkwell. He wrote notes and ideas, slowly filling up the page, moving onto the next one. He was captivated by what he was reading. The pages in Spanish made progress a bit slower, but it was easy to see the whole range of the project. Hitler had spent a lot of time planning this event. I wonder if this happened before it was supposed to? I wonder if he was going to let this develop over the next few years before he had to come down here. Shifting his entire lifestyle, hiding from country to country, traveling with all these people who you had to trust, because everyone was turning to the Allies... You had a least a day's advance on death...Waiting for the right moment, the right team to take the fall, having to leave all your power locked in a pill...

Nathan glance up, wondering when Flynn was going to check his progress. He sat straighter, seeing the grasp of darkness at the windows. "What the hell?"

"Well, well, look who finally came back." Flynn waved a hand in front of Nathan's eyes, before leaning against the table in front of him. "Good to see you again, sport. Was wondering when you were going to wake up."

"Dammit Flynn. What time is it?"

"Almost seven. You've been at this about eight hours now. How are you feeling?"

Nathan dropped his head into his hand, catching sight of Nora behind them. She seemed off again, fiddling with a ring on her finger. "Like my brain is swollen." He looked down at everything, seeing small piles of information, blank papers right next to that. Next to his right arm he had two slightly disheveled stacks of papers, overlapping in some spots. He picked up the top paper, seeing Berlin across the top. He began to remember some of the papers he had been reading. Nothing exciting, besides telling him to go back to Germany.

"Well, I guess I see why. You've gone through a lot of those papers. We're going to have to separate them and let Keller know what progress you made."

"Not until Nora looks at them." The small lady looked up, pulling her sweater down a little. Nathan gave a ghost of a grin, a headache forming right behind his ears. "They're in order, and I think you'll be able to figure out the notes to the information. It's pretty straight forward."

She nodded, Flynn rolling his eyes. "Whatever, mate. I trust Nora. I know Axel does too." Nathan noted a quick smile cross Nora's face. "I'm just glad you're not bleeding through your ears or nose."

"Why?"

Flynn smirked, crossing his arms. "Just a little side effect we've been keeping an eye out for. You've been fine so far."

Nathan nodded, looking back at Nora. "What tricks did they pull on me this time?"

Her eyes widened a little, before looking at Daly and Flynn. "Well, ah, just little things, showing me how wrapped up you become. Asking if you wanted lunch, about your...friends?" Her cheeks turned a shade of red. "Then they flicked little paper balls and other things, trying to see if they could break your concentration."

Nathan glanced at Flynn, a smug grin crossing the blonde's face. "We were bored, curious, and wanted to see how far we could go."

"Are we done here then? I do have a headache now, thanks."

Flynn smirked and said his good byes to Nora and her crew, Nathan heading back to the vehicle. He was getting tired of these guys messing around with him. He hung out next to the vehicle, Flynn and Daly soon walking up. "Aww, what's the matter, love? Did daddy make his little princess upset?"

"Cut the crap Flynn. You guys screwing around with me is bullshit. I'm not some little stupid pet that you can dick around with."

Flynn leaned in close, his smile growing. "But that's the best part. You are, and we can."

Nathan launched himself at Flynn, slamming him against the side of the car and down onto the ground. He landed his fist once across Flynn's face before Daly pulled him off, holding Nathan's arms behind him. Flynn quickly stood up, returning the punch. "Learn your place, Drake. No wonder you're stuck working alone all the time. You're terrible with others. Throw him in the back, Daly. Give him a shot. If he's coherent when we get back then he can have some food."

Nathan rolled his eyes, Daly following orders. Nathan shut his eyes, the flashing street lights hurting his head. His thoughts faded, Nathan only able to think about how much his head was hurting. He tried rubbing behind his ears and down into his neck, but it was hard to focus long enough to do anything worthwhile. His felt warm, his breathing increasing. At least the glass was cool against his forehead. "Drake...Drake..." He thought he heard, but his vision went black when he turned his head. He groaned, shifted, and lost touch with his conscious as he fell into the black.

/\/\/\~~

"Victory Column, eh? What little secrets are you hiding?" Sully asked, hands idly fidgeting in his pockets. He'd be able to smoke, just not for the moment.

"Victor Sullivan, I presume?"

Sully turned around, smiling. "Charles! Or would you prefer Charlie?"

Sully clasped hands with the man, a bag being set down next to him. "Charlie, please. So, how do you like the tower?"

The man was tall, broad, shaved head. He wore simple jeans and a green t-shirt, peering through his sunglasses at the crowd. "I think it's hiding something, but that's just me."

"I see you've been in this type of situation before, good, good. Now, the question is, where shall we start? Here or at the Templehof airport?"

"Well, since we're already here, might as well. Any idea what we're looking for?"

"Let's get inside and then we'll talk."

Sully kept an eye out as Charlie picked the lock leading into the tower, Sully smiling at people. "So, there's a few places we're going to be looking into. There's going to be transportation, housing, financials, partnerships, there were a lot of things going on at the time. It's going to take a bit to organize."

"Got it, let's go."

Sully turned and followed Cutter into the tower, Cutter dropping his bag, pulling out a map, and heading up the stairs. They climbed around and around, finally coming to the top, a beautiful view of Berlin greeting them. "I wonder how long until we're going to see the tiergarten."

"It's on the list. All right, so there's a few theories. This one, the column, is a claim that Hitler had a plane fly out from this road. The other theory, at Templehof."

"But if we're talking old war planes, I don't think there was enough space to get out of here." Sully looked down at the road, taking in the gardens to their location. "Hmmm...what next?"

"They launched the plane the day before his death. They took this road, over this tower. We can try combing it to see if there's anything still here, like, a, a picture, a lighter, something small, minute, something that can hide in a place like this for sixty years."

"That's the thing though, this tower has had access in it for sixty years. Who's to say it hasn't been picked through all ready?"

"Oh, I'm sure it has, but I believe we can find something."

"Now I see why Nate likes you..." Sully replied, putting his hands up. "All right, you got me. Let's see if we can find anything. Then we can head to the airport and see what's over there."

They split up, Charlie heading to look around the stairs, Sully looking around the tower. He kept looking down at the road, imagining how a plane could fly over a place like this. It'd have to be quick, but powerful enough to take off that fast. Back in 1945, plane development had seriously grown, but they still weren't close to what came out afterwards. He walked over to edge of the opening looking out, a short glimmer catching his eye. He looked to the right, not seeing it again. Stepping back, Sully surveyed the area, knowing he saw something. He looked up towards the ceiling, following a rope and beam across and down, wondering if there was any way someone could get out and place something on the side of the tower. He looked back out the opening, hoping no one would see him. He saw the glimmer once more, reached out and grabbed it, slowly peeling it back off of the paint.

"That's it?" He shook his head, someone having written Warning, warning! The father is outside! He thought that was the translation, but it didn't make much sense. He went back to looking, finally grabbing the rope leading up to the ceiling, climbing up. He wanted more, needed to know more of what happened. This could get shady really quick, knowing the Germans didn't like to have their history brought up.

"Dammit Cutter, there's nothing here!" Sully called, checking out the rails and last crooks and crannies. His gut was telling him they were in the wrong place, losing valuable time.

"I see that. You're right, you're right, there's nothing here. Quit acting like a squirrel, then we'll move onto the next area." Sully slid down, giving a slight growl at his remark. "Calm, Cujo. Now, we might as well head off to the Tiergarten. I also highly doubt anything will be there, especially if this place came up as boring as it did. Maybe the German's kept to the same traditions as back in the day and we can gather some clues."

"I like the way you think. It'll be a waste of time, but, you know, naturally we might learn something from it."

"Ay, people hide items in places that make you bonkers."

"I'm not pulling any damn weeds if that's what you're getting at."

Cutter and Sully started descending the tower, Cutter shaking his head. "No, no, people like Hitler enjoyed toying with his peers. It just made him that much more powerful. If we find anything, seriously mate, it's going to be stupid and almost unequivocal because he thought all of us were the most basic blonde moronic monkey's to figure out the use of our digits."

"Yeah, the guy was a real charmer. So the gardens are unlikely, so maybe I can call a friend to see if they have dug up anything ?"

Charlie lit up. "Phone a friend? Yeah mate, why didn't you say anything earlier? Breaking into anything in Germany is worse than calling a reference. Duh." Charlie reached the door and carefully opened it, glancing out, Sully only able to let a low growl out. "Don't make me take you to the vets now..." Cutter muttered, grabbing his bag and sliding out, Sully waiting for a single, sharp knock stating it was safe for him.

Sully and Cutter walked over to Sully's rental while Sully made the call, grinning within moments. Sully lit up a cigar, talking around it for a few minutes, giving a brief nod and hanging up, gesturing to the door. "All right mate, let's get going."

"Your reference... Can we trust them?"

"Of course. We'll be there within a half hour I'm sure."

Cutter helped with directions, Sully parking in front of a smaller building, dark wood holding the roof up, no more than ten feet high. It was tucked away behind lush trees and plants, a small walkway lined with yellow and purple flowers leading to the door way. Sully carefully walked on the brick path, coming up to the glass doors. As he approached the overhang, the door slid open, a lady running out, circling her arms around Sully's neck.

"Victor! It's so good to see you again!" She squeezed tight, Sully catching the startled look Cutter was trying to conceal.

"Lorraine, you're looking as beautiful as ever." She stepped back, a burgundy dress hugging her body. The style loosened around her neck, Sully glimpsing a gold chain behind the fabric. Her brown hair was pulled into a bun, the smile unable to erase from her lips.

"And you're quite the charmer still twenty years later."

"Well, after my friend and I dapple in a bit of heroics, I'll have to come back and catch up. For now, this is Charles Cutter. Charlie, this is Lorraine, an old accomplice."

"Pleasure," she said, Charlie taking her hand and giving it a quick kiss on the back.

"Likewise. Now, shall we get down to business?"

Sully and Cutter followed her in, Sully taking in the small home, wide windows, and traveling photos. As she gathered her books, notes, and computer, Sully explained the type of information they were looking for, fishing for an answer to spark his interest. Lorraine completed his questions in snippets of a history lesson, only happy to explain why Hitler acted the way he did, the type of people he had at his power here in Germany, and then how far his resources stretched out. "How often he was teaching his commanders, only to ship them out, was astounding. He could have risked everything, trusting a spy to learn and then head to another country and unravel his workings, but it didn't happen. He played his cards close and carefully. Those he trusted most, he sent to Argentina mainly. Similar to the Americas, with the building and populating of colonies, Hitler was trying to do that as well."

"Really?" Charlie purred, crossing his arms, thinking aloud. "So, say that's true. Say he even got away to go to Argentina, finally, was able to meet with his most trusted advisors of sorts, that's all fine and dandy, but that only means he had to leave the rest here, to surrender."

"And they did. His death was reported, the allies shipped out and Germany was held for all of the wrongdoings. But, Hitler didn't escape. He died. There were military personal of the Russians and Germans that identified his body." Sully tried hiding his smile as Lorraine looked back and forth from the two of them. "He is dead, right?"

Sully finally stuck his hands in his pockets, giving a polite smile. "He's most likely dead now, from his ailments, but no, we believe he made it out of Germany. But, we're curious about the items he left behind or possibly took with him. There's certain possessions we'd like to see if we can find."

Lorraine's blue eyes went wide, her head dropping, fingers rubbing her temples. "Oh my gosh, you're trying to find his fabled trophies."

"Well, we're not exactly calling them his trophies—"

"The set includes his paintings, his collections from the countries he conquered, untold numbers of relics that are worth thousands of dollars at least... There won't be any cash, maybe some gold, but no one has been able to find it. And people have been looking for decades, Victor. What do you think you possess that no one else does?"

"I have been working with a kid the last twelve years, teaching him everything I know. He's smart, clever, and has a knack for these types of things. He's like a magnet to the mysteries of the world. He's been kidnapped though, and to get him back, we have to find this treasure first."

"So you're relying on someone who isn't even here?"

"And this is where you come in. You've studied Hitler since before we ever met. You can be convinced he's dead, but I'm convinced he's left some sort of treasure behind and we're going to find it."

"Darling, you're brilliant," Cutter said, moving in front of her, gently taking her hands from her head. "We're looking at the past, at the what was. We're not worried about what ifs until possibly later, and then we'll figure it out from there. Tell us what you know, and we'll pick it apart for what we need."

Lorraine sighed, tugging at her bun and wrapping her hair higher, into a ponytail. "All right. You're going to need a pen and paper, though. There's a lot that went on in the years he was leader. He moved a bit, visited a lot of areas, took command of a lot of places. His range of influence expanded over numerous countries."

Happy 2017! Can't believe it! And i'll be 27 next month. Ugh. Hope this chapter is good, i've been sitting on it, wondering where to go next. And i've been reading a lot. Terry Goodkind, his Sword of Truth series, i highly recommend. Just found out there's 13 books now to the series, and I have 11, but i've only read 8.. My goal is to finish the series soon.
Enjoy this chapter, hoping to update soon. Now i know where i'm going with this and i'm still figuring out where to add the action. Have a happy night!