Katrine was distracted, to say the least. But no matter how the incident with Miller tore at her, she seemed to behave naturally. Luc eyed her suspiciously for a while, until she couldn't take it anymore. "Luc, what's the matter. You've been observing me all evening."

"Just a word of caution, Katrine." He didn't need to say more.

"I know, Luc. I can take care of myself, don't worry."

He nodded, that was enough for him.

It was time for Sylvie's act. But a few lines into the song, she suddenly stopped and excused herself. Their suspicions seemed to have been justified. Thankfully, the evening went on uneventful, and it was probably even a good thing that everyone left a bit earlier than usual for the lack of entertainment. By about 10, everyone had left and Luc was finishing up the bar. Katrine became nervous. Would she go to him? It wasn't wise. It was a pretty silly thing to do, in fact.

Luc followed her gaze to the gallery. As she said she'd go and rest for a while and get changed, he made no objection, but watched her until she went around the corner upstairs.

She stood in front of his room, unable to decide what to do. Her heartbeat was nearly exploding in her chest. She wasn't going to be very concentrated on their mission like this, she thought. But would she really be concentrated later if she went in there now?

Miller was standing by the window, watching the night sky, when there was a slight knock on the door. If it hadn't been such a quiet night, and if he hadn't waited to hear that knock, he wouldn't have.

She stepped inside. It was very dark, and she could just make out his form by the window. He didn't turn around. She walked over to him and looked at the town around them, so quiet.

"It's the quiet before the storm, isn't it." she said, almost whispering. He waited a minute before he said something.

"You know, Katrine... we are so alike. We are fighters. We both know that moments of silence can be the rarest thing in our worlds."

She nodded and watched his face, lit up by a distant street lamp. She thought about it for a moment, then answered. "Somehow, I believe nobody would understand this moment the way you do. I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else."

"You're an amazing woman, Katrine. I am fortunate that I got to know you."

He turned to her and slowly slid his arms around her waist, slowly at first, but when he held her, there was nothing that could've stopped them. She moved her hands over his shirt, feeling his warm chest beneath and caressed his neck. He drew her closer and leaned down, her arms around his neck, their lips brushing for a second; suddenly their passion caught up with them, their kiss became more intense, they drew each other closer and gave themselves up to the moment of silence, as time stood still.

Later, he held Katrine close to him as their breaths slowed. Her eyes were closed. A small smile played around her lips. He gently caressed her cheek and whispered to her. "You're beautiful." She smiled even more at that. But then she checked herself and looked up at him, a serious look on her face.

"We have to get going soon."

"I know." His voice was steady. There was hurt in her eyes, and in his, but they needed to gather their wits together. He looked her deeply in the eyes, then kissed her fiercely, knowing what lay ahead. They held each other tight for a little while longer, savouring their last moment of silence. They got dressed quickly, and Katrine looked at the Captain one last time with a bittersweet smile and left.

Half an hour later, they all assembled downstairs. She looked ravishing in her tight black clothes, he thought. She gave him a quick glance. He was in uniform. Yes, he definitely looked like a soldier. But all of their minds were focused on their mission now. The Captain and Luc left to take care of transportation and the street blockades. Katrine and Sylvie grabbed their bags and headed for Nazi headquarters. They managed to get through undetected and easily took out the communications officer. Katrine was just busying herself with the message he had received when she checked back with Sylvie. She stared. Instead of planting the charges, she was working on some kind of console, and from the way her fingers sped over the tiny buttons, she knew exactly what she was doing. Katrine clenched her teeth and pointed her gun. Then her neck suddenly hurt.

Click.