Switzerland April 1968:

Hogan read off the directions that Wolfgang had copied down and compared them to the map of the area. Once they were on the back roads, however, the map was of no use. The 'roads' were no more than dirt trails; some that hadn't been traveled well in a long time although a few did show some recent activity. He hoped they were on the right trail. Angie had now been missing nearly five hours, and he was trying to keep his mind from worrying. "There should be a turn along here somewhere," he said indicating the right side with his hand.

"How far away is this place?" Newkirk asked watching for a side trail.

"We should be close now," Wolfgang said as he found the turnoff and made a right turn. The road wasn't much of a street, it was little more than a pathway made by the tire treads, although it looked like someone had been traveling on it recently.

"According to these directions about a half kilometer ahead should be the driveway and then we pass a pond before coming to the house. I bet this place is impossible to get to in the rainy season," Hogan commented looking for their next turn.

An hour later they were completely turned around and nowhere near where their intended location was and all three men were frustrated. The only good news was that they'd long lost their follower.

"Are you sure you copied these directions down correctly?" Newkirk asked frustrated as they tried to find their way back out to the main road.

"I did, but the good father said he had never been out here and didn't know if the directions were accurate," Wolfgang answered making one more turn that he thought would get them back to the blacktop road.

"He's right, besides I've never known a better tracker than our Wolfgang here," Hogan answered trying to placate ruffled feathers. They were all tired and becoming discouraged by not finding the place. Every moment counted, he didn't want to think what might happen to Angie as they wasted time trying to find this house. Wolfgang made one more turn and they were out to the main road. "See, I told you he'd find the way out."

"Now what?" Newkirk asked irately. He wasn't really angry at anyone in the car.

"I have an idea. We took a right turn off up here, how about if we go a little farther and try a left. If I remember correctly, there was another turn off. Here it is, let's try this way," the young man suggested. Within fifteen minutes they'd arrived at the Gestapo hideaway house.

Hogan and Newkirk checked the front of the house out for traps before entering, while Wolfgang did the same for the rear of the house.

France December 1944:

Marie walked through the house watering plants as she went. Placing the small canister back below the window sill, she then trimmed the dead leaves off of the flowering plants. Smiling that her job was complete, and hearing the tea kettle singing, she gathered the teapot and two cups carrying them into the bedroom.

"Ahh, you're going to see that young man of yours, my dear," Anne said sitting up in her bed to drink the tea.

"Why would you say that grand-mère?" Marie sat the teapot down and fixed her grandmother's tea the way she liked it with just a hint of vanilla. The spice was difficult to come by these days, but Marie had her connections and always managed to find enough for tea.

"The look in your eyes child, I worry about you so when you go out. You're gone for long periods of time, and those nasty Gestapo are everywhere. I do wish you'd bring him here and stay with an old woman for a spell. I'd like to know his intentions with my only petite-fille," there was fire in the elderly lady's eyes that matched her granddaughter's eyes. The two had always been like peas-in-a-pod.

"You know me so well grand-mère, but you have no need to worry. When I was out last I was able to find some Cranberry Biscotti and thought we'd share one now, if you're up to it." Marie smiled at the last living member of her family. Hoping to side-step that question, she broke the biscotti in half and sat on the bed her frail grand-mère spent most of her time in. She'd given up a while back trying to hide her travels with the underground from her grandmother, although she never told her details of her work. "Now, I will be out of town looking for work for about three weeks. Everything is taken care of and the ladies will be coming by each day so you won't be alone."

"You take such good care of me, my dear; I just worry about your traveling. Please promise me that one day, I'll get to meet this soldier of yours," her eyes sparkled.

"Perhaps one day soon when this war is over, I'll bring him home to meet you. I must go now, grand-mère, I love you," Marie said giving her a kiss.

"Be safe my little one," Anne told her. To herself she added, be careful as you travel in Germany. I know more than you think I do.

Marie made her way to a safe house on the border of France and Germany, where she could find out what was happening in the German side of the underground. She made her way to the home of the local leader, whom she had recruited many months earlier. "Tiger, it's so good to see you. Did you have any trouble getting past the Gestapo?" Hilda asked her as she welcomed her into her home.

"No, no trouble at all. I wanted to check in with you and see what's been going on since we last talked." The two women talked about the underground and plans for upcoming assignments. A couple of hours later, Hilda's husband came home from the factory.

"Tiger,you have no idea how happy I am to see you here. I have news that affects you," Otto said putting his lunch box down and kissing his wife hello.

"What is going on?" Tiger asked extremely concerned. Otto was not the type that rattled easily.

"The Düsseldorf Gestapo has captured several resistance members recently and have set a trap for you," Otto explained with a grave voice. Then he filled them in on with what had occurred in the Düsseldorf underground and that they had to disband. Fortunately they were able to discover Major Braun's plan to capture Tiger and Papa Bear at the farmhouse the following night, and warn Otto.

"Will your radio reach Hammelburg?" Tiger asked with large eyes full of fear for their meeting.

"Nein, the German's have a radar detection truck in the area. We can't turn it on until the area is cleared," Hilda said with regret.

"Then I must leave immediately to warn Papa Bear. He can't fall into the hands of the Gestapo," Tiger gathered her stuff leaving immediately.