Chapter Five
Stand In The Rain
She saw he had his friend's coat thrown over his right shoulder and probably all other usable objects tightly packed in his pockets or backpack.
Her heart filled with hatred for the man who'd murdered at least Jacob. She couldn't be sure if it was at his hand or his dead friend's one that Edward and Bella were killed. Either way, she hated this Nazi and the dead one. They were responsible for her friend's and Jacob's death.
She noticed he was a big man, even taller then Jacob, whom she already considered tall with his six feet long frame. He seemed well built under his large, thick clothes. That's probably why he fought this war. She had not forgotten his recent injury and still he fought. His face was hard, never showing a smile and she noticed a void in his eyes. He seemed like a machine, made by their leader to kill anything that wasn't supposed to live in their eyes.
After she fixed his gunshot wound, he chose not to kill her. He had been planning to kill her, but then chose not to. So that could only mean he kept her for her information. He couldn't speak English, she couldn't speak German, so her frightening guess was that he was bringing her to his Nazi friends of which as least one could speak English. That had to be it. He thought she had valuable information.
He moved, walking to the three dead bodies. Alice wanted to turn her back because she couldn't bear to see what he would do to their bodies. But she wanted to stay strong. She saw his hands roam over Edward's body, taking his gun, pocketknife and satellite phone. Alice watched the satellite phone and she snapped her eyes to him. His eyes went up to her briefly, and she quickly looked back at his hands. They continued quickly, feeling up his legs, arms and torso's. The Nazi didn't forget any body part. He searched Edward's bag for valuable items. Everything he wanted, he placed in his backpack. He did the same with Bella, searching her pockets, her body, her backpack.
Two satellite phones were now in his hands. Those items he wasn't putting in his bag. He now sat on the other side of Jacob's body, not paying her attention as he dug his hands in Jacob's pockets. She only saw how the third satellite phone was now in his possession and that she was feeling like she was losing this fight, despite still owning her satellite phone.
Involuntarily, her hand went in her pocket, tightly holding it. This was her only shot. He knew very well what he was doing, what was important and what was not.
She was grateful he wasn't doing something horrible to their bodies.
He took out the ammunition from Jacob's and Edward's gun and placed them in his pockets. Probably to use for his own. Then he dropped the empty guns. Alice still flinched, afraid they might go off.
Again there was that stare that unnerved Alice to the bone. His eyes went up and down her body. He waved the three satellite phones in front of Alice. She thought she might go sick. Obviously he'd seen her hand in her pocket.
"Wo ist deine?"
Alice knew he'd grope her if she waited too long, but she could try for just a few more seconds to delay that moment.
He raised his eyebrows and pointed at her hidden hand. He held out his hand. When she didn't move, he cleared his throat loudly.
With an angry sigh, she pulled it out and extended her hand. She stared at her dried-up blood covered hand and her satellite phone, technically still in her possession. When his hand reached for it, she held it tighter. This was her last hope and she was handing it away.
She was going to fight him on this.