Ahhh guys! GUYS! I have awesome news!

Ready? Drumroll please... (drumroll? More like eyeroll hahaha) Anyway, I got a new job!

Yup, that's right. After a year at this job that I can't stand, and almost 6 months looking for a new one, I finally have a new job! I start next week and I'm sooo excited! Just as a warning though, I have no idea what's going to happen with this job in the next couple weeks (i.e. I know I'm flying across the country the first week of Feb for a conference yippee!) so I don't know what's going to happen with posting... I'm going to try my hardest to stick with the every Thursday thing, but I don't want to make promises I might not be able to keep. I WILL post the whole thing though, never fear!

Second note: I have a new obsession. Aaron Tveit. Google him. Tell me what you think.

I also want to take a second to wish a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my roomie/editor! Without her, this story would suck way more than it does haha, so yay Homeskillet!

Chapter Twenty-Eight

After two months in Berlin Meg was growing bored. She had read all of Eva's books in French, had written more letters than she could count, and was sick of walking around the corridors. Sometimes Meg was able to sneak off and spend a few minutes with Lydia, but if she was being completely honest, 95 percent of her time was spent alone. In her room. The general seemed to have grown tired of her, only requesting her presence at night, when he would treat her as harshly in the bedroom as he always had.

Meg had to do something. Fast.

There was one plus to her situation. It meant she could write a lot of letters. There was another plus to her situation. Lydia wasn't watched as much as she was, so it was easy for her to get out of the house and down to the local pub. Stationed in the pub was Pierre, a French man sympathetic with the Allies. He had the ability to transfer mail and information across the border. Meg didn't know exactly how, and she certainly wasn't going to dig up the details. She was just pleased that there was an easier way to get Adam and Marco news.

It was still dangerous. She had to keep her letters hidden underneath the mattresses of their bed. If she wiggled one of the wooden braces enough, it came lose and she could stuff a couple pieces of paper and two envelopes underneath.

She also had to keep writing to Marco to keep up her persona of having a father to write to. Those letters were filled with fluffy nonsense, all for show. The real juice was included in code in the letters Pierre delivered for her.

Dearest Adam,

It was so nice to get your letter. Before you worry, it was delivered completely safely by Pierre. I'm glad to hear all the boys of Easy are doing well. Did you tell Lew I missed him? Because I do; terribly. Please tell him that with Pierre to deliver post, I plan to write him a letter when I finish with yours. However, it would be best if you both didn't send me as much mail as I send you. It's easy for me to write a letter and immediately hand it off to Lydia to give to Pierre, but it's harder for me to conceal a letter I've received. In fact, I had to throw your letter into the fireplace right after I read it. I'm not sure if I'll have the ability to do that every time, so for my safety, our correspondence should probably stay light.

I wrote a letter to Marco the other day, but I'll tell you the same thing in case you hadn't heard from him. Hitler hasn't done much since his arrival. He spends most of his time in his office, one of the many places I'm not allowed to enter. I was hoping it would be as easy to extract information here as it was when I would spend time with the General in France. However, it is indeed much harder. I don't necessarily think it's because they're trying to keep things away from me out of fear of secrets getting out. Instead, I think it's more that they feel I'm below them and don't have a place there.

I promise to write more to you when it comes along. For now, my days are just spent in my room. Believe me, it's incredibly boring. Please let something exciting happen soon so that I can join in the fighting and have some fun!

Your sister,

Meg

Finishing that letter, she sighed and folded it up before pulling a blank sheet toward her. Time to write a much needed letter to Lew.

My love,

No, too cheesy. She crumpled it up and stuffed it in her pocket. Focusing on a new piece of paper, she thought hard before simply writing his name. She didn't need to include overly exaggerated terms of endearment. Lew didn't need a fancy word before his name to know she loved him.

Lew,

I miss you. Please know that those three words don't do it justice. My whole body craves to have you nearby, even just for me to touch your hand or brush shoulders. I just wish I could look upon you, even from afar. I don't know how long it's been since we've seen each other, and frankly I don't care about the days. All I know is that it has been torture and I can hardly bare it.

I know you wish you could know about what's going on, but you know I can't tell you. I wish I could. I wish I could tell you about my past with these men, and everything that's happened with them, but it's all still classified. Maybe someday, after all this is over, we can discuss it all. For now, just know that I'm fine and I'm safe. I've met my contact, a lovely girl named Lydia, and she has kept me from going too crazy here.

In regards to letters, please don't reply to this. I risk my life just by writing this, and I don't want to imagine what would happen if someone found a letter from you on my person. I hate to say this, but for my safety, please don't ever send me a letter. I know I'll be seeing you soon, and I just wanted to send you a letter so you knew what was going on.

Once again, I miss you, and I love you very much.

Meg

Sealing both envelopes, Meg slipped them down the front of her dress and slowly opened the door, peeking down the hall. Although no one had specifically told her she couldn't leave the room, the last thing she wanted was to get in trouble. Especially with the letters she had beneath her dress.

She knew Lydia would be down in the kitchen, most likely getting dinner ready for that evening. All Meg had to do was walk by the doorway and make sure she got Lydia's attention. Then the two women would meet in the small study and quickly exchange the letters.

That was the most terrifying moment for Meg. When Lydia had her letters, it was up to her; Meg no longer had a role. It was out of her hands, but she would still have to pay if the letters were found. Having no control was something new to her, and something she didn't think she'd ever get used to.

Walking down the hall, Meg turned the corner to the stairs and bumped straight into a larger figure. She cringed when she heard the envelopes crinkle between her dress. She hoped the butler standing before her hadn't heard, but judging by his face, he had.

"Bonjour monsieur," she said before sidestepping him and continuing down the steps.

Phew!

"You know," Lydia said as she joined Meg in the sitting room. "It would be nice if this was all over and we didn't have to sneak around."

"I concur," Meg said as she pulled the two envelopes out of her dress and handed them over. Lydia stuffed them down her collar as she smirked.

"Then why don't you do something about it?"

"What?" Meg asked, slightly confused. What was Lydia talking about?

"Meg," Lydia said, reaching out and pulling the agent closer. "You could do it you know. Kill Hitler," she added at Meg's blank stare.

At her statement, Meg reeled back. Kill Hitler? Could she?

She had almost done it before, but back then she had been part of a team. An unsuccessful team. Could she do it again? Marco had specifically said that she would only be obtaining information about Hitler. He had never once mentioned assassination.

Still, this could be her chance; her chance to prove that she was the agent everyone thought she was. She knew what they all thought of her. The flop that traveled a downward spiral after her botched mission. If she didn't pick it up soon, they'd take her out of the IIAA lesson plans.

In an unusual move, she thought about the fame of it all. People would know that Meg Myeroff, IIA agent, had been the one to kill Hitler and bring about the end of the war. For once, her talents and accomplishments would be appreciated by more than a handful of people at the IIA.

Shaking her head, she cleared that notion. Her job wasn't about fame; it was about doing what was right and saving lives.

"I don't know Lydia," she said as she turned to go.

"I know you could do it Meg. You're already in the inner circle. Hell, you've been taking mental notes for weeks! Who better than you? Would you rather have Marco send in someone else to use your notes to do the job?"

Meg knew she shouldn't listen to what the girl was saying. Lydia was younger than her, and not nearly as experienced. Meg needed to keep a sound head on her shoulders and know that what Lydia was saying was not possible.

"Lydia please," she begged before disappearing out the door.

Lydia's idea refused to leave Meg's head. It plagued her all through dinner, as she sat there politely listening to the men speak. She sat to Hitler's right, and as she passed him the plate of turkey, she realized how easy it would be to pull a small canister of poison from her sleeve and dash it on top.

When they all stood and headed into the parlor, Meg focused on Hitler's back, noting the lack of security and how easy it would be to slip her dinner knife into her hand and stab him as she walked by.

She shook her head, putting a hand up to steady it.

"Vivian dear, are you alright?" Eva asked, a concerned look on her face.

"What? Oh yes, I just have a headache," she lied and the other woman sighed and linked their arms together.

"I'm going to take Miss Vivian up to bed," she explained before the two of them walked out the door and down the hall.

As they walked, Eva struck up conversation, but Meg tuned her out.

Lydia was right, she could kill Hitler.

Could, and would.

Meg wanted to plan everything with Lydia. Run it through her head as a second opinion. However, getting enough time to do so was impossible so Meg did most of the planning on her own.

As part of her task as a maid, Lydia had mapped out the whole bunker from top to bottom, highlighting specific rooms and hallways. It was that map that Meg now studied, memorizing the distance between her room and Hitler's.

Taking notes in a small notebook she kept hidden under her dresser, she kept tabs on everyone's daily routines, noting when they were in certain places on a regular basis.

As Valentine's Day rolled around, she decided it was time to put her plan into action.

The first step was to write Adam a letter.

Dear Adam,

I'm writing you on a very important matter, one which I am afraid to put into writing but one I also know I need to tell you. I have been debating this for many weeks and have finally decided I have the best opportunity to do so.

I plan to kill Hitler.

Now please, before you read this and try to figure out a way to stop me, read what I have to say.

Who better to do the job than someone who has been with him for two months and knows his daily routines? I've been studying everything I can: maps, schedules, habits. I know what I'm doing and how I plan to do it.

We can only hope that I will go undetected, but if the worst should happen, know that I love you very much and I did this for us and for the world. If my life is the price of the war ending, I will gladly pay that sacrifice.

Adam, can you please be the one to tell Lew? I don't want him to hear it from anyone else if the mission should be unsuccessful. Please...

Your loving sister (who will always love you more than life itself),

Meg.

She tossed around the idea of writing Lew as well, but after staring at a blank page for twenty minutes, she realized she couldn't. How could she put into words what she was feeling? How could she tell Lew goodbye in a letter?

She couldn't, and she knew it would be better if he heard it from a person; from Adam. She didn't want him to open a letter, expecting flowing words of love, only to find such a horrible message.

No, it was better if she kept her correspondence to Adam. She wouldn't even write to Marco. Adam would have to tell him as well, but she knew he could do it. He had been the one to tell Marco about the deaths of their team. He could do it again.

That night, Meg waited until the General was sound asleep. She was lucky to find out early in their relationship that when he finally did go to sleep, he was a deep sleeper. Heading to the far corner of the room, she grabbed her bathrobe, putting it on. If someone saw her in the hallway, wearing her bathrobe at two a.m. was less suspicious than wearing clothes.

After ten minutes of retying her sash she finally realized she was stalling.

"Pull yourself together girl," she said under her breath as she dropped to the floor and reached under the dresser. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she reached up and loosened the wooden track for the bottom drawer, pulling out her small handgun. She had kept this gun here since her arrival and the fact that no one had checked her or her room made her both concerned and relieved. Concerned because these Germans were obviously not as aware of the people surrounding them as they should be.

Slipping the gun into the pocket of her bathrobe, she checked the General one last time before tiptoeing out of the room and into the hallway.

Because the General was so high up, his room was not far from Hitler's. Still, it took Meg about fifteen minutes to walk halfway there, mostly because she went at such a slow pace. She told herself that was because she didn't want to move fast and make loud noises, but in reality she was terrified of what she was about to do. Who wouldn't be? By this time tomorrow, she would either be a hero, or dead. She didn't know which one terrified her more at the moment.

As she tiptoed, she quickly realized another thing pathetically silly about the Germans: Hitler didn't have guards outside his bedroom door. Apparently he was so trusting of the people who lived with him that he didn't need protection at night. She wasn't going to complain though, since she'd have a much easier time without guards.

Finally reaching that dreaded bedroom door, Meg stopped, putting her hand to her stomach as she took a deep breath. This was it; once she walked through that door there was no turning back.

An unwelcome flicker of Eva looking at her in fear crossed through her mind. She had no idea what she would do about Hitler's mistress. Despite the fact that Eva was in love with Hitler, she and Meg had become somewhat friends in the past couple months she had been here. They weren't bosom buddies by any count, but they were kindred spirits, two women in love with their separate countries but kept on tight leashes by the men who controlled them. The idea of having to kill her too was not something Meg liked thinking about.

But whatever was done was done. If it took killing Eva to keep quiet that she had been the murderer, so be it. She cared for Eva, but not enough to risk her own life.

Taking another deep breath, Meg reached for the doorknob, turning it slightly.

"Stop!" a voice shouted and she jumped, turning around quickly.

"Oh hello," she said softly, covering her shock with innocent stupidity. She giggled coyly as she put her hand to her chest in surprise.

A German soldier was walking toward her, gun out and pointed at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked firmly, pointing from her to the door.

"Looking for the restroom," she said, hoping he understood French. "Isn't it this door?"

"No, that's the Fuhrer's room," the German said. Meg was startled to realize his tone made it clear he didn't believe her at all.

"Oh, I hope I didn't wake him!" she said in a loud whisper, trying to act embarrassed. "I thought for sure the restroom was in here. Sorry to cause you any confusion."

She turned to continue down the hall but the soldier grabbed her arm, pulling her to a rough stop.

"Come with me," he said in a no nonsense tone and Meg tensed, hoping he couldn't see her face paling.

"Will you show me where the restroom is then?" she asked as she began to follow the soldier down the hallway. Follow was a term she used loosely, since he was practically dragging her.

She chose to stay quiet as they walked past the restroom, going down two flights of stairs to the basement. She had never been down here before, and the sight of it caused her stomach to drop slightly. Where was this soldier taking her?

They stopped outside a door and the soldier knocked three times before opening it and all but shoving her inside.

"Well I never," she started to say before stopping, realizing there was a figure in front of her.

"I found her trying to get into Hitler's room just like you said," the soldier said and the man's silhouette nodded.

"Leave us," he replied and Meg jumped at the voice.

A voice she hadn't heard in two years.

"Christian?" she asked after making sure the soldier had shut the door behind him on the way out.

"Hello Meggy."

Bum Bum BUMMMMM. What do you all think of that!?

IceColdInAlex - Yeah I know...and I was worried about it, but I'm glad you like it haha. I just didn't feel right trying to shove her into all the scenes etc with them, and this way seemed to flow better. I guess this is my way of trying to make it more of my story. We know what's going on with the boys, this is what I think is going on with her haha. And yay for more character development and plot points! hahaha. And yeah, I'm glad you caught that part about Christmas. Ouch for sure. Thanks for the review!

LovingBOBThePacific - Just as I said above to IceColdInAlex, I'm really excited about kinda making this my own story in a way. As for you thinking my work is pretty amazing, aw shucks haha *blushing*. Have you gotten to check out my story over on FictionPress? Just curious, no pressure. Thanks for the review! I hope you like this chapter as well!

SparkELee - Yay you made it! haha yeah, I was weary about writing the Hitler thing, AND the Eva thing, but I felt like she'd have to interact with them in this situation, you know? I tried to convey Meg's nervousness because, let's face it, even though Hitler is like, one of the worst people ever, it would still be ridiculously intimidating to meet him haha. As for her friendship with Eva, I feel like it's kinda like women to bond together. Also, I saw this movie in school called...Downfall? I think. Anyway, Eva in that movie was super bubbly/friendly/eccentric so that's what I figured she'd be like in my story too lol. And yeah, I know Easy is sooo far away, but I promise they'll be back soon. I swear hahaha. I can't keep them away forever! And I'm glad you liked Lydia! When I first wrote "her," my roomie/editor hated her so I did a TON of tweaking and it's nice to hear she's liked lol. Thanks for your review! I'm excited to hear what you thought of this chapter!