Yes another chapter already. I'm feeling really inspired right now so yeah. As a random side note most of my chapters tend to be between 1,000-1,300 words long. Now enjoy.

Katchen Shmidt flopped down on her bed to read the letter her sister had sent her. Sabrina wrote to her at least once a week, when they weren't together and expected her to write just a much. Not that Kat blamed her. They were sisters after all, even if Sabrina was more than six years younger than Kat.

Dear Kat,

When are you going to come visit me? It seems like it has been forever since we last saw each other and I'm bored. Why did you have to leave with dad? I still think it's not fair that I am stuck here. Sorry I'm not complaining, I'm just… well I guess I am complaining. Just don't get yourself killed before we see each other again.

Anyway, it's snowing, again. It snows like every day here even though it's summer. Not that I get to go outside and enjoy it though. I'm cooped up inside all day, every day and it's driving me nuts. I got so bored the other day that I 'accidently' blew up a plane. Don't worry no one was in it, but the commotion it caused was the most excitement I've had in weeks. Jedson was furious, but he's a creep so what do I care. Just don't tell dad.

How's the study going? Please tell me dad finally approved it so I can stop hearing you complain about it. I have no clue, what you or dad are trying to test (and don't really care), but as long as I get my chocolate, and get to go home soon, I guess I'm good. Speaking of which, when are we going to go home? What is the point of having a home if you never get to live in it? Is it even a home if we don't live in it. Sorry, I'm complaining again aren't I?

On a happier note I sent you a picture of Duch trying to help me with my math. I don't know how you do it this stuff is impossible. Wish you were here.

Your little sis,

Sabrina

Kat laughed and groaned at her sister's antics. "Never change, Bree," she said out loud. "Never change."

Sabrina letters were always short and often filled with nonsense and complaining, but she meant every word she said and she was right about one thing at least. It had been too long since they had seen each other.

She looked at the picture Sabrina had sent and burst out laughing. Sure enough it was a cockeyed picture of Sabrina and her dog. There was a bunched ripped paper all over that was apparently Sabrina's math. Kat stuck it up on the wall with the rest of the pictures her sister had sent her. Some were photos and some Sabrina had drawn herself. Sabrina was more of an artsy type of person, than her sister.

Kat sat down at her desk and began writing her own letter.

Bree,

Congratulations, you have done it again. You have made me angry and cracking up, again. I'm not sure how you do that every time. But seriously, you need to stop blowing things up, before you hurt yourself or someone else. How you get away with having a dog like Duch is beyond me.

I understand that you don't like math, but do have to prove it by letting Duch tear it up? You should appreciate your education, not complain about it. Okay, enough mothering.

And yes, dad did finally approve the study. Took him long enough. Unfortunately, for you this means I will not be able to visit for a while. I'll come by my birthday though. I promise. By then I should hopefully have enough information to work with. I will spare you the details, because I know how bored you get with them, and you would probably just skip it anyways.

If I have to hear one more complaint I'm going to scream! Just joking. I know you want to go home and so do I, but we can't and for now that's that. Just be glad that you're safe. You do realize we're at war, right? Because sometimes I think you are the most ignorant eleven-year-old in the world.

Sense you spent so much time complaining I think I deserve at least one complaint. I cannot for the life of me find any chocolate or coffee anywhere. I think I'm going insane. Yep, I'm addicted.

Can't wait to see you again.

-Kat

P.S. Stop telling me not to die. I don't even think I can, and I'm certainly not going to test that theory.

Kat sighed putting the pen down and rolling the paper up. Sabrina was so blissfully ignorant of so many things, and Kat wanted to keep it that way. She didn't want her sister to have to deal with the horrors of the war the world was going through, and she certainly didn't want Sabrina to know what their father did. She wasn't trying to be selfish, she just wanted to protect her sister and she was pretty good at it too. She had convinced her dad to not let Sabrina know what was really going on; on the premises of she was too young to understand. She was also the reason Sabrina was kept where she was, even if Sabrina said she hated it.

Kat didn't agree with what her dad believed in and with what he did. She was disgusted that he would treat people like human lab rats, just so he could perfect his 'serums'. As soon as they were seen as no useful they were killed. In fact she was disgusted by the whole Nazi ideal in general, but there was little she could do. As much as she hated having to work behind her dad's back(as much as he had messed up he was still her dad), she knew she had to do something, and that was the real point of the study.

The idea was to test what effect the serums had on the mind, so things like memory, IQ, and so on. Because these types of tests to a long time to complete, the men would have to be kept alive and treated better, or the results would be messed up. Hopefully she could then help them escape or they would be rescued. It was the best she could think of, especially sense she had no way of communicating with the other side.

After sticking the paper in a tiny plastic case, she tied it to the pigeon and sent it on its way. Using carrier pigeon's to send letters had been one of Sabrina's best ideas. No one was going to go around shooting down pigeons to find secret messages. It even sounded like a stupid idea. So they had managed to train the pigeons to fly back and forth and carry their mail. The system was perfect for what they needed.

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Up next: Kat begins her study with a person you should all know about.