Angie enjoyed having Wolfgang's arms around her; it felt safe and right. Something she'd wanted ever since their last embrace in Germany. His lips met hers in a tender kiss, and then their kisses turned more passionate revealing the hunger each had for the other. For this moment, she could block out the world and allow herself to love and be loved. Their kiss broke with each out of breath as their eyes locked on the others.

"It's been a long time."

"Ja, way too long. I've missed you so much. Life has been a long lonely path, but it has given me time to reflect," he replied still holding her tight.

"What do you mean?" Angie asked as they once again sat down on the sofa.

"So many things were done in the war in the name of the Fuehrer. I don't know how we turned such a blind eye to the suffering of the people. I can't understand why I couldn't see the insanity back then. Hitler was a mad fool and yet I carried out his every order willingly. I didn't know everything that was happening, but I knew enough - more than most people. I told myself that I was fighting for my country, but the best thing that could have happened was that Germany lost the war. After World War One, the country was demoralized and unfortunately instead of rebuilding our pride, we allowed a lunatic to destroy what was once a beautiful nation. I'm not saying it was right, but somehow at the time it seemed to be. I don't even know how to explain how I've changed. I'm no longer driven by those past influences. Perhaps because my life here is simple and all I've had to give up allowed me to realize the depths of the nefarious acts committed. Crimes against the very people we were sworn to protect under the disguise of war," Hochstetter explained. His facial expression was that of a man who had lived through great turmoil, but had long ago learned to move forward. "After I lost you, rage and revenge fueled my every waking hour. Then the war fell apart and everything of value was gone. Nothing made sense anymore. As the weeks turned into years, I took an honest examination of the war, my part in it, and all the destruction it caused. It was the first time I realized how broken my life really was," he sighed deeply looking down unable to bring his eyes to meet hers.

Angie reached in and kissed him. Somehow he'd found the man she could always see inside of him. Their kiss broke as an alarm went off and Wolfgang released her from their embrace.

"Stay here, please" he requested forcefully.

"What is it?" She asked concerned about his abrupt change in behavior and attitude.

"Probably a neighbor, but someone has come up the back drive. It will only take a moment," he smiled, trying to reassure her as he made his way to the rear of the house. Only two people knew how to come up the hidden pathway, and he didn't want Braun here right now.

Stopping his car behind the storage building where it couldn't be seen from the house, Wolfie stepped out meeting his father. He still wasn't sure how to tell him, and hoped the words would come.

"You're early. What has happened? Where is your sister?" Hochstetter asked concerned by the look on his son's face. They both leaned against the car as they talked.

"A lot has happened today, and I have some bad news," Wolfie started only to be interrupted.

"Is Lisal all right? Nothing has happened to her has it?" The older man asked with worry showing for his children.

"No, she is fine. I know you wanted us to come out in a couple of hours, but today hasn't gone as we had hoped." Wolfie struggled to come up with the right words.

"Tell me what's wrong?" Hochstetter's concern split into his voice and was written all over his face.

"This morning, when you and mum left the hotel room some pottery was broken and flowers had fallen from the table. Lisal became scared and because I wasn't around, she called Uncle Peter and Uncle Rob and told them something had happened to mum. Five of our uncles came to find mum and you. I've been able to handle them, but they'll be showing up here in the next hour," Wolfgang stopped to take a breath watching his father's reaction.

"Well that's not the best news, but it's not terrible either. I'm glad people care so much for my family. Hogan isn't my favorite person, but he's not going to cause any trouble with your mum here. Why do I have a feeling there's something more?" Hochstetter asked studying his son's face.

"I was able to keep Rob and Peter busy and turned around in the back roads most of the day. But we ran into some trouble," Wolfie stopped blowing out a deep breath. "Father, I…I…I'm sorry." Hochstetter put a hand on Wolfie's shoulder encouraging him to say what the problem was. "Braun showed up while we were searching for you."

"What did he do?" He asked with enlarged eyes. If Braun hurt Hogan or one of his men, Angie would never forgive Hochstetter.

"He tried to kill us. Braun is dead by my hand. He left me no choice. It was him or us," Wolfie explained with deep worry in his eyes.

"Mein G-tt! Did he hurt you?" Hochstetter visually made sure his son was really uninjured.

"No, I'm all right. I'm sorry. I know he was your friend," Wolfie's face shown remorse. Hochstetter pulled him into an embrace.

"I'm sorry he put you in danger. If you hadn't killed him I would have. It's okay, I'm not angry with you. I'm grateful you're alive and not hurt. I hold no illusions as to what Braun was, he was evil. His type of evil is always human. It shares our lives, and eats at our table with us," Hochstetter said allowing relief and grief poor out into his voice. Hochstetter's mind wondered back to the first day he met his son.

Winter 1961

There was something about the English boy that bothered Braun from the moment he'd spotted him watching his friend. As requested, Braun did leave Hochstetter alone with the teenager and made sure they weren't interrupted. Whatever demands the child was putting on his best friend, Braun was determined to make sure it didn't put either himself or Hochstetter in danger of being captured by the enemies of Germany. He paced the nearly three hours Hochstetter spent with him, anxiously awaiting to find out what the kid wanted. Finally, Hochstetter walked the boy out of the room and sent him on his way.

"Did you find out who he is and what he really wanted? Does he need to be dealt with?" Raban asked with a growl in his voice as the men went back into the room that Hochstetter had been in for hours and sat down at the table.

"Yes, I did but you won't believe me," Hochstetter had a smile like he'd been given remarkable news.

"Who was the boy?" Now Braun's interest was piqued even more. He'd not seen Hochstetter look happy in a long time.

"He is my son," the simple answer came.

"WHAT? How? With whom? I know you haven't seen anyone that would be living in England," his confusion was evident as he shook his head almost disbelieving what he heard. Hochstetter's face broke into the first genuinely happy smile that Braun had seen since Lisal had died as he pulled out the photo of Wolfgang Junior and his mother. Braun studied the picture for a moment before he could form a response. "How is this possible? Wolfgang, something is wrong here. How can you be sure this is real?"

"I don't have all the answers yet, but I know it's true. Wolfgang is my son and somehow Lisal is alive and living in London. Raban, she's alive!" Hochstetter sat back in his chair with a faraway look upon his face.

"I don't trust the boy. How do you know he's not making it all up to entrap us?" Braun had an incredulous look on his face.

"Because he's my son, my flesh and blood, I know that he can be trusted. My Lisal is alive! I don't have all the facts yet, and I didn't want to push him. We're going to meet day after tomorrow to talk some more. Do you know what this means, Raban?" Hochstetter was obviously taken in by the boy's story.

"Ja, I know," he replied. I know that if this isn't true and is really a trap that I will have to do what is necessary. I won't allow anyone to drag us in as common criminals to stand trial for protecting our homeland! I have a feeling that I will be ridding us of him and possibly Lisal sooner or later, he thought and never shared with Wolfgang. His feeling of mistrust of Wolfie grew over the years and he always knew he'd kill the boy.

"Father…"

"Nein, there is nothing for you to apologize for. Come, let's tell your mum that you're here," Hochstetter took a step back. "But we should not tell her about Braun for the time being."

"This should be interesting," Wolfie said as he followed his father towards the house. Both men prepared themselves for the wrath of Angie.

In Town

Kinch drove to the meeting place to pick up the rest of their team, knowing that Hogan was going to be upset. He looked in the rear view mirror one last time as he pulled over to let them in.

"Lisal, why are you here?" Hogan asked climbing into the car and handing Kinch the directions to the house. The rest of the men in the car didn't say a word.

"I want to see both my parents," she replied with determination.

"She figured it out herself, sir," Carter stated.

"Angel, I really think it would be best if you didn't go with us. We'll bring back your mum safe," Hogan promised giving her a smile. He'd nicknamed her his angel when she was a small child and he was the only person allowed to call her that.

"I know that you're only trying to protect mum, but you might need help." Lisal reached up and put her hand on his arm with as much determination in her brown eyes as his.

"I know you have a lot of questions and concerns, but we're not sure what is going to happen so for safety sake, we're going to drop you and Louie off at the hotel." Hogan replied hoping she'd understand.

"I'm going out to where they're meeting," Lisal said as she settled back in the car seat with her arms crossed. Hogan knew at that point he wasn't going to be able to talk her out of going, and they'd lose valuable time trying to argue with her. She had the same stubborn streak as her mother. Frustrated, he instructed Kinch to take them all out to their destination.