Chapter 10
Hans Schmit was tried and found guilty of crimes against humanity. He was sentenced to life in prison at La Santé Prison. Just a few days into his sentence, he was laying on his bunk, staring at the bleak walls.
"Herr Schmit?" Another prisoner stood outside his cell. He got up.
"We have special permission to visit with you..." Another prisoner opened his cell, and they both entered.
"Who are you? Why do I get special visits?"
The two men smiled.
"Herr Schmit... you are a very important man! After all, you have served the Reich faithfully, and now you deserve to be repaid!"
Schmit smiled.
"Well! It is about time!"
Both men smiled back at him. Quickly, one stood behind him and wrapped a cord around his throat. Pulling it tightly, they threw it over a ceiling pipe, and both pulled it taut.
As Hans Schmit, notorious Nazi and killer of many choked to death, both men raised their sleeves and showed him their left arms. He stared at their concentration camp identification tattoos. It was the last thing he saw.
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Gaby returned from taking Marie to her new location. She met Waverly, Illya and Napoleon outside the hotel getting into the limousine.
"Marie asked that I give this to you." She handed him an envelope.
He opened it and read:
Napoleon,
My guardian angel and best friend. I have attached my address and phone number. Please call when you get back to the States. I want to hear your voice. I miss you already. When you are near I feel safe and protected.
What was done to Messieur Pinet was done for us and you. It closes a very sad chapter in our lives. You, a young man yourself at the time helped us all when it was most needed, with no thought of your own safety. Let's not stay apart again. I would like Justin to grow up knowing a man like you. I don't care about your past or what your future brings. Just know I love you.
~Marie
Napoleon knew then who had done the damage to Pinet. He put the letter in his jacket pocket and joined Illya, Gaby and Waverly in the limousine taking them the airport.
Their work here was done.
"Everything okay with you, Cowboy?" Illya noticed the lingering smile on Napoleon's face.
"Yes, actually everything is fine." He gazed out the window for a few minutes, and then turned to Illya.
"You know what Peril? I really didn't hate working with you this time."
Illya shrugged, looking out his window.
"Interesting...because after all this, I think you're not such a terrible spy."
Waverly raised his brows.
"Glad to hear all this comradery Gents...because I just got word about our next assignment..."
THE END