Hanna Lance, Sebastian Lee, The general and Cartright are my own characters.

Joe Sullivan is not.

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Maybe she should have gone with Joe but then Hanna felt that she was too tired and longed for a good night's sleep, something that was rare nowadays.

As she unpacked her suitcase, she decided to go to the canteen to have dinner.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and then a piece of paper was slid under it."That's odd," Hanna muttered to herself, since no one knew she was here, she assumed it was Joe wanting her to come with him to the pub. However, it wasn't Joe, it was someone who claimed to know who had been digging in the craters and wanted her to meet him in the pub for more information. Hanna reread the note and then looked at her watch. Half past six. The message said "be at the pub a seven o'clock…". Hanna was curious to what she might learn if she met with the person, so she put the last shirt in its place in the draw and headed for the door, grapping her purse on the way.

Joe, who was sitting with Sebastian enjoying a drink of orange juice, saw Hanna enter the pub and walked over to her. She claimed to have an appointment and he decided to wait with her.

"No, really, you don't have to wait with me. I'll be perfectly fine on my own." Hanna said as they sat down at a table.

"Now, now, Miss Lance, what kind of man would I be if I left a lady on her own to wait for some mystery person? No, I have decided, I'm waiting with you." Joe was clearly determined; Hanna could not help smiling as she sighed inwardly. It would be nice with some company and it had been ages since she eaten out, with a war on and everything.

Joe, suddenly shy looked everywhere except at Hanna, until he suddenly realised that this could be turned into a date. He turned to her with a broad smile on his face, moving closer as he did so.

"Do you know,' he said pausing, eyes sparkling, "if you add a bottle of wine and a few candles, this could be considered as a date…."

"Wha… what are you talking about. I'm waiting for someone!"

"That might be that case," Joe smiled. "Even if I'd like to think that this just was a clever ruse to have dinner with me, I will pretend, for the moment, that I believe you."

"Well that is nice of you," Hanna said with a dry voice.

"That time was you to meet…

"At seven pm… why?"

"He or she is late." Joe said glancing at his watch.

"Well, I… I guess that there's no reason for me to stay then." Hanna stood up and began to leave when Joe caught her arm and stepped round the table so they were standing face to face.

"Hanna, may I call you Hanna? Now, let's not waste an evening. I have a proposition for you. Why don't you and I have something to eat and drink and afterwards I'll drive you back to the base. How does that sound?"

Hanna looked into Joe's eyes and saw that there was something she never seen before, and never in the men she'd dated. There was something that told her that she should stay.

"Thank you, Joe. I'd love to."

Hanna had never enjoyed someone's company as much as she enjoyed Joe's.

…

They were cruising along the empty road, Hanna telling Joe her plans for the next day, when Joe saw a car closing in fast in his rear view mirror.

The car accelerated and knocked into the several times, Joe barely managing to keep control over the car, when they where forced off the road. Hanna climbed out of the car and stumbled around the car to see if Joe was all right. He was not. She touched his shoulder lightly and he jerked his head back. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead but was apart from that fine. She helped him out and to sit at the side of the road.

"What just happened?" he asked as he touched his forehead. It hurt badly.

"I'm not really sure. For some reason we were pushed off the road…" Hanna was puzzled. She had been on the base less than 24 hours and already had she found artefacts indication a Viking treasure, been contacted by someone who claimed to know the persons behind the bombings and now been close to death.

"Come on, we will have to walk back, it's not far." Joe stood up and swayed a little. Hanna sighed, fetched her bag from the passenger seat and placed herself at his side.

"You're in no shape to walk, but if that is what we must do, then lean on me."

*

Back at the base they reported the incident and the location of the wreckage.

"My rooms just around the corner from her," Hanna said. "You can clean that cut of yours…"

Walking down the corridor to her room they heard a laud noise coming from the direction of her room. Joe let go of Hanna and leaned against the wall as she ran the last few steps to her door and unlocked it. Throwing the door open she found the room in total chaos. The draws in the desk were pulled out and where lying on the floor, papers everywhere, her cloths were in a mess in the chest of draws.

As Joe entered the room Hanna was looking trough the papers that were left and at the same time tidying the room. He walked over to the bed and sat down, waiting for Hanna to say something. It was clear that she was in chock yet she seemed strangely calm.

When she finally spoke it was in a whisper:

"They have taken it. They knew where to look and – and," her voice faltered and Joe moved to sit by her side on the floor.

"What exactly have they taken?"

"My notes on the finds, everything else is here. My books and the other work I brought with me are still here."