Hey guy sorry for the very late chapter. Between having a bit of writers block, moving and starting a new job I have had little time to write but here it is the latest chapter of A New Hope. Now who's turn is it this time. Ah yes Krista take us away.

Krista: Falloutfan158 does not own Attack on titan Hajime Isayama does.

Night, Holding cell, Old Police Station, Rostock

The cold howling wind could be heard blowing outside; sending snow around in all directions. The only source of light being the lights above them. Some were sitting in silence staring into the fire; the others were trying to get some sleep. Krämer however, could only toss and turn. He could still see the creature every time he closed his eyes. Its mouth still blood red from Peter's blood and the sickening grin that appeared after killing Peter.

Banishing that image from his mind, he turned over on his side and once again tried to at least get some sleep. As he slowly faded into sleep's blissful embrace, he wondered to himself why had that thing eaten Peter, and what purpose his death had served to it.

U.S. Military War Room, Old City Hall, Rostock

To say the atmosphere in the war room was tense would be a misnomer. It was in fact, a step away from complete anarchy. The interrogation reports from the captured german soldiers had almost sent the divisional commanders over the edge. "Titans" are what the information in the journal called them and the fact that they ate humans was cause for concern, but to hear that one shrugged off thirty-two rounds from an MP-40 as if they were spitballs was extremely alarming.

The only reason that they hadn't gone crazy was from the firm command of LTG. Smith and Adm. Hale, they had to make a decision, about the Germans and the Titans. It was agreed that the Titans were the real threat, but the question among them was how to get the Germans to see this was the conundrum to the American leaders.

Then like a bolt of lighting it hit LTG. Smith! The captured Germans had seen the brutality of the Titans for themselves and from the interrogation reports definitely wanted revenge for the death of their comrade. They turned to an M.P. standing guard the asked.

"Sergeant." He called. The man in question stood at attention and saluted.

"Sir!" he replied.

"Go and get hmmm." LTG. Smith trailed off going over the names of the captured German. "Ah, yes," he said finding one "Go and get Stabsfeldwebel Krämer, bring him here to us. Okay, Sergeant."

He saluted and replied, "Sir, yes sir."

The Sergeant turned and walked from his position against the wall to the door opening it and stepped into the hallway closing the door behind him. He walked to the main hall, grabbed his coat from a coat rack and another MP that had just entered the room, and opened the door and they trudged out into the snow.

The commanders were discussing the reports when MG. Davis asked.

"Hey, does it say in the reports whether or not he can speak English?"

The shuffling of papers could be heard as LTG. Smith went back through the papers.

"Yes, he can." Smith said, "So that's one problem already solved."

Trudging through the snow the two M.P.'s made their way to the old police station. The bitterly cold wind penetrating their wool coats making them shiver, while the street lights above them illuminated the way.

"Thank God; the engineers got the power grid up." one M.P. said shivering a bit.

"Yeah," the other one said with a smile "now we have heat. Who would have thought that the entire town's power supply was coming from the Wall's power grid."

"Well, it wasn't easy from what I heard if it wasn't for the gas powered generators that they found we wouldn't have any of this " the first M.P. stated.

"Really, why's that?" the second M.P. asked.

"Well," the first one said "according to the engineers they found all sorts of futuristic-looking technology that they didn't know how to operate. So the brass told them not to touch anything until they find any sort of manuals to operate them."

"Ah," the second M.P. said in acknowledgment.

They continued on their way to the old police station, passing soldiers patrolling the area. Up ahead they could see the lights of the old police station, increasing their speed to hurry along and get to warm up a little before escorting the prisoner back to HQ to be questioned by the brass. Opening the door they hurried inside, quickly closing the door behind them.

Turning they saw other M.P.'s milling around, standing and talking. Walking up to the main desk, stopping to salute the M.P. on duty. The Sergeant asked the desk M.P.

"We have been sent to retrieve the prisoner known as Joseph Krämer."

The M.P. looked at them.

"Yes," he said "we received word from HQ. He's in there" he continued pointing behind himself toward the holding cells. "in the main cell."

The two men nodded and walked past him toward the holding cells. Opening the door that separated the main part of the station from the cells they walked in and saw the prisoners. A few were sitting on the concrete floor, others were sleeping. The ones sitting all turned their head toward the sound of the door opening and looked away when they saw that it was just more Americans.

The sergeant advanced toward the bars of the cell and asked.

"We are looking for Joseph Krämer."

The germans look at the M.P. blankly realizing that none of the Germans awake could speak English. He brought out an English to german dictionary from his coat pocket. Trying again he said.

"Wir suchen nach Joseph Krämer.*"

He received looks of recognition immediately, one of them stood up and walked over to one of the Germans sleeping in the corner and shook him awake. They started talking in German to the now awake man.

POV Joseph Krämer

Sitting up, I looked around to see who woke me up from my sleep, and in front of me was Sebastian.

"Was ist es?" I asked.

"Diese beiden amerikanischen M.P.'S fordern Sie." he replied pointing toward the front of the room.

Looking at the front of the room I saw two Americans standing in front of the bars.

"Sie sind Joesph Krämer." the American closest to the bars asked.

"Ja" I replied back.

"Sprechen sie Englisch." The other American asked, looking from the book in the first one's hands. Looking at them with a puzzled look I answered in English.

"Yes, I can."

They both looked at each other, and the one one the right motioned with his head to the door, the one on the left nodded and moved to the door to open it and yelled out into the other room.

"Hey, can we get someone to open this door?"

Turning back to the first American and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in question. As if almost guessing what my question was going to be the first American said.

"I am not at liberty to answer any questions right now so just wait until we get where we need to go."

Sighing, I nodded my head. Apparently this was the best answer I was getting. Hearing footsteps I looked back toward the door and saw another man step in with the keys to the cell in his hand. Opening the lock I stepped out of the cell. The second M.P. stepped behind me and pulled my arms behind my back and handcuffed them. The first one grabbed my coat from the rack and draped it around my shoulder's.

"Okay," he said, "let's move out."

The first M.P. started to walk forward, the second one behind me gave me a light push; indicating to follow him. Throwing the open door in front of us opened and we stepped out into the main room that I had seen when they had brought us here. The first American was already at the front doors, and as we neared them he opened them.

Filing out into the ongoing blizzard, we hurried along the streets to where ever they were leading me. After a few minutes of fast walking; we arrived at a very large building surrounded by a very large encampment, tanks, and vehicles of every size was lined up in rows. With tents filled to the brim with crates of every size; with men fastening the tent flaps closed to keep the snow from blowing in on the crates and then running toward the building in the middle. As we walked closer to the building I couldn't help but feel nervous, and a bit apprehensive, but I steeled myself. For in this place I could perhaps find answers and maybe, just maybe get revenge on those bastards for Peter.

Well that's that a new chapter. Now I would like to thank everyone who waited patiently. See y'all next time peace out, and please R&R.