A/N: The notes from the journal everyone's been waiting for, I'm sure. Hugo Stiglitz. I put off writing his for as long as I could because I just can't get a good gauge on him. It was difficult for me to write through his POV, so I hope this chapter isn't too bad. Enjoy!

Special thanks to everyone for all the encouragement to continue this story. I was starting to fell unsure whether or not I should. But thank you everyone for reading and reviewing, you all really help me so much with writing this story.

Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz's Notes Part One

Lioré was a very small town, surrounded by dense forest. The perfect place to hide away at. Our first day here we had spent most of our time fortifying our hide out and mapping out the area, after that we gathered our supplies and all that was left for us to do was wait. I am good at waiting.

Currently, it was the early morning of the second day and I and Corporal Wicki were outside of the garage, both enjoying a cup of fresh coffee. We don't talk much. But then, when I think about it, there's not much to talk about.

"Good morning Gentlemen," greeted Lt. Archie Hicox with his usual British accent and warm smile. "Oh, coffee. May I?"

"Help yourself Lieutenant," stated Wicki as he motioned to the kettle we had hanging over a small fire. "Mugs are in the bag."

"Thanks," replied Hicox as he went about procuring a cup from one of the bags.

"Lieutenant," I started as Hicox found a cup and ambled over to the fire, "where do you suspect Raine and them are right now?"

Hicox made a humming noise in the back of his throat as he used a cloth to pick the hot kettle off the fire and pour some of the steaming liquid into his cup. "Not sure," he answered, honestly. "I guess it all depends on how many stops they made, if they ran into any trouble, and such and such." I nodded, tersely. "But from where we left to Rouen would be a three day hike, that's if they didn't stop except to sleep. So it's safe to assume that they won't get there until the end of the week." I nodded again.

About this time, Omar emerged from the garage, looking worse for the wear. In fact, ever since we left the Grégoires' house he had been looking worse and worse. Something heavy must weigh on his mind to make him physically look ill. I said nothing, though. It wasn't my place, but I noticed how closely Wicki was watching him. He seemed to be worried about the younger man too. Even more than me I suspect.

The day went by, uneventful, which was a good thing in our line of business. And I soon found myself alone watching the surrounding area from my perch up in a tree. The seasons were changing and the leaves were dying and falling. By the end of the week this tree would no longer have any leaves to conceal me anymore.

From my side I could hear the rhythmic crunch of boots against dead leaves and branches as someone was drawing closer. And I had a good idea who it was. I looked down and, sure enough, there stood Lieutenant Archie Hicox, a canteen of water in his hands. He was searching for me and he would have walked right under me if I hadn't called out to him. And, dare I say it, he looked cute when he paused in his step and looked around, confused, for me.

I suppressed a chuckle but smirked as I hopped down from the branch and landed behind him. He jumped, startled, as he turned around to face me.

"Stiglitz," he said, seeming to catch his lost breath. "You scared me. I wasn't sure where you had gotten off to." I walked up closer to him as I dusted off the dead leaves from my jacket. "Here." He handed me the water canteen. "Thought you might be thirsty. You've been gone for hours."

"Thanks," I said as I took the canteen from his hands and twisted off the cap and took a long swallow from it. When I had my fill I twisted the cap back on and wiped my mouth with my sleeve. "Was bored just sitting around the garage. Thought if I was going to be bored, might as well be bored and keep a look out."

Hicox chuckled and gave me a wide grin. "Makes sense if you look at it that way, I guess."

I liked his voice. Or maybe I just liked his accent. But I had met some Brits before and never did they make me feel the way he does. So, maybe, it's just him that I like in general. I decided not to puzzle over the subject too long. It would just give me a headache and no more answers than I had started with.

"Yes, I thought so."

"Well, you missed lunch. Wicki killed three rabbits and we cooked up a can of beans to go along with them. We left some for you. So why don't you go back and eat and I'll keep watch for awhile?"

There was that smile again. And I like his smile too. "Okay, Lieutenant," I replied as I nodded to him and started off to the garage, leaving him to stare out over the land and keep watch.

Inside the garage I found Wicki and Omar cleaning up. "So you are still alive," stated Wicki as he folded up a wrinkled map he had been looking at. I merely grunted in response. I spotted the pan of beans left for me with what looked to be a sorry excuse of a rabbit's carcass next to it on a tin plate. As the weather got colder, food would become even sparser. Someone would have to go into the nearest town to barter for food.

I sat down on one of the three wooden chairs and took the plate with the rabbit meat and took a bite. I was starving. I hadn't had anything to eat all day, just two cups of coffee that morning. The rabbit meat was dry, flavorless, and was like sticking a handful of cotton into my mouth. But I ate it down like it was the last supper.

"We were worried some straggling Nazi soldiers had caught you and killed you," continued Wicki, still placing maps and papers into a rucksack. "I told Hicox that you could handle yourself, but he was still very worried."

I stopped my chewing to finally look up at Wicki. Did he just say that Archie was very worried about me? "You don't say," I said around my mouthful of cotton meat.

"Yeah," Agreed Omar who was off to the side checking his pistol. "You really shouldn't have just went off without telling anyone where you went."

"But I did say where I was going." I objected.

"Outside doesn't exactly specify where you are exactly," stated Omar, giving me a look that clearly said, 'you know what I meant.' I just shrugged and went back to eating. "You really had Hicox up in knots you know. He wouldn't stop pacing until he could go look for you." I listened intently, but on the outside appeared nonchalant and distant. But really I was quite happy to hear that the lieutenant was so worried about me.

Maybe the lieutenant felt more for me than he said. Who knows, but I would later have to test him and see. I smirked to myself, hiding it behind a mug of water.

A/N: Probably have tons of grammar mistakes. Sorry. I'm so bad at grammar that it makes God cry.

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