The driver announced quietly so as not to wake the little passenger: "Mr Mayor, we're here," and stopped in front of a picturesque wooden house with a lush green lawn, as the mayor remarked sleepily. Hogan slept peacefully in his arms, dry and warm against his chest, and the mayor only nodded in agreement, a gesture that Fischer would have found satisfying if he'd had the strength.
With a surprising thought that he would never have thought possible, Hochstetter realised that he was holding the enemy in his arms - he was holding Hogan, an enemy of the Reich.
If only he had joined the Wehrmacht, he wouldn't be experiencing this.
With extreme care, the Gestapo officer tapped gently on the glass and focussed his attention on the peacefully slumbering child in his arms.
The only clear message conveyed at that moment was: "Open the damn door, I have a child in my arms.
With a hint of annoyance, the Major realised Fischer's misbehaviour as he immediately got out and opened the door. The Major sighed, followed his example and looked round again.
"I'm surrounded by idiots," he muttered.
A gentle breeze caressed his face as he gazed across the lush meadow adorned with colourful flowers, bringing back memories of his youthful days before the war in Aurich.
Without thinking, he hugged the boy to his chest as if to protect him. Hochstetter couldn't pinpoint the threat, but the innate instinct was unmistakable. Perhaps it was the lingering memory that took him back to a time long past.
But then the feeling vanished as he remembered how his father had committed suicide before the war and left him alone with his mother.
"Open the door," Hochstetter growled at the driver, who immediately made his way to the door, accompanied by a suddenly furious Hochstetter and a sleepy Hogan, who felt a strange sense of disorientation.
Wolfgang stared at the house for a moment before moving on, it was typically German. As you would expect from a man like Gruber, simple, but good enough for two or more.
There is a hint of envy that this man owns a house set in the quiet of the countryside, far from the chaos of war and yet conveniently close to the neighbouring village. The attraction is that it would be a challenge for the prisoner, big or small, to escape. The surrounding area offers few hiding places, wide open fields as far as the eye can see. This idyllic dwelling, nestled in the lonely wilderness, probably still enjoys the comfort of electricity and running water, not to mention the abundance of water itself.
"My goodness..." Hogan's acrid odour caught his nose and made him wrinkle it in disgust. An annoyed groan escaped his lips when he realised who was responsible for the disgusting stench. Hochstetter couldn't help but vent his anger at Hogan's foul odour. "That brat will be the death of me," he sighed angrily. This little kid desperately needs a two-hour bath with lots of soap.
He's the head of the Gestapo, for heaven's sake, not a nanny!
"Get up, you brat!"
So guys, im right now not in germany. Even if i wanted, the other part is in my book, in GERMANY. And i saw the comments, i would dearly comment back but cant. But what you need to know is: i read it