Oliver could not tell how long they traveled in the cramped space in the back of the delivery truck. After the first hour or so of everyone talking over their personal experiences, the thankfulness of being found by the resistance and their theories of what was to happen next, the hours melted together. The bumpy jostling of the truck finally lulled them all into a disjointed sleep.

The noises of a large city, vehicles and bustling humanity, could be heard as the truck rambled on till it slowed, backed up and then stopped.

Oliver woke everyone, who wasn't already aware that they had stopped, as the driver of the truck poked his head around the potato bags and said, "Come, we are here,"

Oliver stood up and looked passed the driver to the entrance of a loading dock of a building.

They all followed the man through a small kitchen and up a narrow flight of stairs. As Oliver rounded the corner, to go up the stairs, he could see a larger room that looked to be a bar area. The stale smell of beer and smoke lingered and dark wood walls flanked a bunch of tables.

As they reached the top of the stairs a drop down ladder hung from a ceiling entrance. Once they climbed the ladder they stepped into the building's attic. It ran the length of the building with windows, covered with heavy curtains, on each end.

Mattresses were laid out around the room and two tables, with cups and plates, were lined along the far wall. Leaning against one of those tables was a man and a woman. They were both dressed in pants, jackets and boots with rifles resting casually against their hips, but what interested Oliver and his crew the most were the three men who stood next to them.

BB, and two others of their crew. Alive, standing and walking over to greet them.

"Good to see you, Captain," BB said as he held out his hand in greeting, a hand that Oliver completely ignored as he hugged him instead. The sound of laughter and homecoming filled the room.

"BB, it's so good to see all of you,"

"Captain Queen?" said the woman as she stood up and walked towards Oliver. She swung her rifle strap around her shoulders, leaving her hands free, as she looked him up and down.

"I am,"

"Marie DeVries and this is Daniel, my second in command. We lead the resistance in this region. Welcome to Rotterdam,"

"We are all grateful to meet you,"

"We do what we can…. we've contacted the Brits and are working on getting you and your crew out of here. The Germans are very active in the city, so it may take some time to get the plan together. For now, this is my uncle's bar. We keep you here,"

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Felicity moved the black and white image she was reviewing, slightly to the left, under her stereoscope. The amplified three dimensional picture gave up none of its secrets. It had been several long days of meticulous analysis of new photographs taken over the hot spots of interests containing the ramps, with nothing new found.

Odd or unusual was the battle cry her department was given. What were the Germans up to?

She removed the photograph and replaced it with the next one. She shrugged and rolled her shoulders to workout the kinks and strain of bending over her work for hours. She sat back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest them for a few minutes. The familiar subdued office sounds around her, soothing. She could hear the shuffle of photographs and papers under her co-worker's machines then the quiet that followed as their examination of the images began.

"Okay, enough rest Felicity," she mumbled to herself as she moved back towards the stereograph and looked down through the glass. She reoriented herself to what she was looking at; slowly moving the image so she could look over each ramp and its surrounding areas.

She was just about to move the image an inch over when she saw it. Incredibly small, almost unnoticeable...two faint intersecting lines...like a cross.

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Every day, Marie came to update Oliver and the crew on the goings on of the city and German troop movements. She didn't have to, but Oliver appreciated the courtesy. Marie had lost family and her fiance to the German invasion and from those losses her need to fight back bloomed. She was a tough woman and she ran her underground network like a tight military unit.

There was a large German garrison that was located a mile away from the bar and on most nights the soldiers and officers enjoyed drink and musical entertainment. Alcohol helped "loosen lips" and Marie and her network took full advantage of that.

Oliver and his crew played cards and read and reread the few books and bibles that were supplied as they bid their time in enemy territory. The evenings, however, were the hardest for them to relax. Muted music and voices of their enemies right below them filled them with nervous energy.

…..On the fourth day, Marie did not come…..

Daniel did, late in the night, and covered in blood.

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"What are you?" Felicity whispered as she moved the photograph up and down and left to right. The crucifix shape was definitely something unusual. She walked the photograph over to Laurel and asked her to take a look.

"I agree, It's definitely man made Felicity," Laurel said, as she looked through her stereoscope moving the photo around with the eraser tip of her pencil.

"It doesn't have a tail, so I'm not sure if it's an aircraft,"

"There seems to be a slight difference in coloring under the X. That may be a shadow,"

"May I," Felicity asked as she moved to look through Laurel's magnifier.

"I see what you're saying, Laurel. The object is resting on the ramp. Let's go report this,"