That's how it was for the next few days, Mike and El would talk across this bond that they seemed to have, although Mike never even thought of asking how she gained the ability to talk to him telepathically. It just felt so natural to the both of them. In turn El would keep him company from afar during a particularly long shift or miserable one at that. Part of him was thankful today but also not because of the weather.

It was raining again but today he was stationed up in the guard tower with the older MG-34. The tower was providing a somewhat ample shelter against the falling rain. Mike felt her mind brush against his and resisted the urge to simply close his eyes and bask in the familiar warmth that was now settled in his soul.

She had asked him of his time in the Hitler Youth, he told her of the bigotry and sheer hate that was among the group, Dustin had kept him sane and vice versa. The Hitler youth that they were a part of failed to corrupt them but they feigned compliancy.

Sometimes they would not even say a word to each other, they would just feel the mental presence of the other brushing against their mind, it was the mental equivalent of holding hands. It was a peaceful serenity that would overtake them and sometimes they would feel like the only two in the world.

She would linger within his line of sight to avoid the suspicion of the ever watchful SS guards and even the Wehrmacht guards, even though Mike knew some of them he knew that he just could not trust them. At least not fully. Sometimes they would exchange small discreet smiles. Mike would often find himself smiling after one of the long guard shifts as he had his arms behind his head as he lay on the barely comfortable cot.

But of course there were times where Mike would find himself wondering at what the heck he was doing, it was grounds for execution although no-one could ever really possibly know of their interactions apart from the fact they would glance at each other more often than they should of.

Eleanor too was becoming concerned oh her own growing feelings for the Ebony Haired German. He was supposed to the enemy, the scourge of her people and her land. But he wasn't, he was just Mike.

They knew of the growing feelings between them, a constant desire, a constant longing to be with the other was growing evermore with each passing day that they communicated, it was something akin to torture. Of course neither of them knew of the feelings they harboured for each other.

Mike kept a watchful eye on the prisoners, his mind however was elsewhere, he though of Dustin, hoping that he was not suffering from the same weather that he was at the moment. Mikes eyes travelled and skimmed the surface until he spotted her amongst the numerous inmates. She felt herself being watched and turned to face Mike in the Watchtower.

For the last few days it consisted of nothing but this. Sometimes she wouldn't due to the forced labour that the SS were forcing them via gunpoint to do, manufacturing weapons, munitions and clothing.

"You ok?" he sent across the mental bond. He felt her sigh is response.

"Yes, I think so" even across the bond she sounded incredibly downbeat and exhausted "its okay Mike, it'll take more for them to destroy the spirit of this Bolshevik" she said brushing her mind with his. It sent shivers and chills down his spine.

"I only wish I were down there with you" he said solemnly.

"I know" she simply replied, she could feel it through the bond as she sent wave after wave of reassurance. She rounded the corner before looking at him one more time and then walked out of sight.

Mike sighed resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. Since the other day he was no-where near close to forming a plan on how to get her out, hell he wasn't even sure that it could be done. The watchtowers were positioned in such a way that there were no blind spots.

Also he was only one man, he couldn't fight off the entire division of Wehrmacht and Waffen-SS troops, it simply was not possible. However, Mike was nothing if not determined to get her out, even if it mean the cost of his own life to order to do so.

Being in the watch tower gave him time to plan, know the layout of the camp and its surroundings, the tree line was at least 50 feet in all directions, giving a clear line of sight on the surroundings of the camp.

But even if he did get her out, an entire division, even the entire Wehrmacht army would be on the hunt for them. They would most likely never escape Germany alive, the odds were simply against them, El knew nothing of Mike's plan to break her out.

"They killed five prisoners today" El's voice said out of nowhere

"Who?" Mike asked.

"SS" she said In disgust "they refused to work because of how tired and weak they felt and the SS just shot them on the spot"

Mike masked his own disgust. SS were brutal even at the best of times. He had only just recently learned of the death camps, the rumoured extermination camps proving to be true, he had overheard a conversation that the SS-Commandant was having with his Senior Waffen-SS Lieutenant.

Mike jumped startled as he heard another Soldier climb into the watchtower with him, signalling the end of his guard duty. He carefully climbed down and made his way to the barracks. Walking fast to avoid being soaked by the increasing volume of rain.

He walked in to find Wilhelm and several other Wehrmacht troopers talking amongst themselves. Mike paid no attention to them as he sat tiredly on the bunk, placing his weary hands into his hair, running a hand through it stressfully. He sat quietly until Wilhelm's voice brought him back to reality.

"Mike? Mike!" Wilhelm said snapping his fingers in his face. Mike's eyes finally focused and looked at Wilhelm

"Sorry, was in my own little world, what is it?" Mike asked politely.

"Didn't you hear?" Wilhelm said

"Hear What?" Mike asked confused.

"The Commandant came here half-hour ago and said every Solider needs to be on duty around midday the day after tomorrow"

Mike figured something big must be happening to warrant the need of the whole division to be on duty.

"apparently Prisoners A through F are being transferred away from the camp tomorrow" Wilhelm said disinterestedly

Mike felt his heart quicken, El was among those Prisoners.

"Where are they going?" Mike asked, fearing the answer.

But Wilhelm said next made Mikes blood turn ice cold, he felt like his stomach was falling into the abyss. Not there. Anywhere but there. Mike felt fear like no other fear he felt before.

"Auschwitz" He said.

She was going to Auschwitz.

She was being sent to die.

(A/N) Sorry it took awhile to get this chapter out, writers block plus travelling yesterday has delayed this chapter, and im leaving you guys on a cliffy lol I'm a bad, bad man lol

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