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I felt my legs flying as I ran through the snow. My face was flushed and my heart was pounding with adrenaline at the reality of what Emmett and I had done. I could hear the officer behind me screaming at us to stop. The radio I was caring in my hand was slowing me down I could see that Emmett was already at least a block ahead of me .

"Just drop the radio!! Its not worth it!"

I could hear Emmett shouting at me from the distance. My pride told me I could make it with the radio. I could here the officers footsteps coming closer, my wings were beginning to give out on me. Without thinking, I automatically threw the radio at the officers behind me. 'That should buy me enough time to get at a descent distance.'

I turned to see that I had gotten on officer I wanted to chuckle at the sight but I knew that they were still too close to me. Emmett had managed to make it a few blocks ahead, I could hear from behind me there were three soldiers now. I was just thinking how I was going to get out of this one when all of a sudden I felt my head bash forward. 'Damn it!'

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I lay on the bench staring at the ceiling; they had handcuffed me here and told me to wait till someone came to question me. I looked at the clock it has been half an hour already and still I've seen no one. I decided to lay there in my thoughts, pondering all the trouble Emmett and I have gotten into wondering if it had been worth it. We were the best of friends and no one, not even my own mother, could figure out why we were so drawn to each other or why everything we did had to go against some ludicrious law that Germany was making up every day. Usually we'd do small things like break the 7:30 curfew to go to the local swing hall. The Germans loathe swing the most, it seems that every time we went to a swing hall eventually the Germans would find out about it and come and round everyone up. There had been many times when I was so sure that Emmett and I would be caught there and forced into 'Hitler Youth', now it looks as though I might be going a little early.

"The Police are ready to question you now."

The voice of the young desk clerk startled me from my thoughts. I looked up to see two men both wearing the Nazi symbols.

"Get up you lazy little punk."

I couldn't help but smirk at this stupid Nazi, if he thought that talking to me tough and wearing his stupid uniform was going to intimidate me somehow. I'm sorry to say that he was dead wrong. He must have noticed the smirk plastered on my face because suddenly I felt my head swing down and my left side go numb.

"Listen here you little bastard, I'll be damned if I'm going to let some snot faced kid give me any look."

I stood up again; I decided it was best not to confront him I was already in enough trouble. I was lead to a small cold room with a large table in the center a man was sitting there. He didn't look like a policeman, he looked more like a wealthy man. 'Why would I be interrogated by this guy?' The officer pointed at me to sit on the opposite direction of the man. Moreover, that is when the questioning began.

"Let's start with something simple eh? What is your name?"

"Well why don't you introduce yourself first? I take it your not with the policemen or the Nazis."

I was not stupid enough to give my name. I could see from the corner of my eye that the guard standing near the door wanted to hit me again. Although I wore a mask of security, I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Why was I here? I knew this wasn't a normal interview usually some lowlife idiot questions you then they threaten to through you in jail yet the man sitting in front of me had a calm composure and a calm voice to match as he answered my question.

"My name is Beneff Vern, I am not a policeman however I do work with the Nazis government and they have asked me to question you."

"Why would the Nazis care, it was just a radio for Christ sake."

"Watch your language young man before you get another beating." The guard shouted at me. Ignoring the officer Mr. Vern began again.

"Well then why don't you tell us why you stole the radio?"