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"<i>Herr </i>Muller has been banished to the East!" The loud, rough voice of Dietrich Hofmeister echoed through the halls of the yet to be opened library. His steps were too fast for anyone's liking, and the tone in his voice revealed nothing but trouble - although that did not come as much of a surprise to any of them. The entire group had been aware of the fact that Captain Muller had never been very difficult to fool. Although powerful within his ranks, he had been mere a pawn to the rebellion, obviously until now. With Herr Muller being sent to the Eastern Front, the rebels would surely find more difficulty within avoiding his new replacement, especially after it had come to their notice that the recently arrived colonel was here for a very forthright goal: destroy <i>der stille Kreis</i>* - as the Germans liked to call them. Hidden away in the shadows, but always present due to their international circle of contacts. Unfortunately - with three of their resistance fighters being caught, der stille Kreis would have to hope that they would remain silent. One wrong phrase due to torture could become the end of the group if the imprisoned rebels were not cautious. Imprisoned - not dead; there was still a minor chance. <br/>
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Rachel Katz, daughter to a Christian woman and her Jewish husband, was among the resistance fighters that were hiding away underneath the library - also called The Underground, especially when they were referring to their secret organization. Rachel, however, had been able to remain on the German streets without direct concerns due to her false passport and paperwork - even possessing a falsified degree that would allow her to work as a secretary whenever this was necessary. Making such moves, however, were risky. Everyone knew it was best not to draw too much attention, and a woman with a good degree in a world like Nazi Germany, was to be called suspicious. Especially with the dark-haired appearance that Rachel had. Her thick, black hair and her doe-like, brown eyes would have been called attractive by some, if it would not draw a couple of narrowed eyes towards her. Never had she bothered too much about it, never had she believed that other than maintaining her contacts and delivering messages to others - she would become part of the bigger plan. It was Dietrich Hofmeister, who had turned his head towards her while the others were staring at her. Rachel was suddenly forced out of her thoughts.<br/>
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"...-It will be a bold move, but if someone would manage to get inside of the building, we may be able to delay their death penalties, or even rescue them if we are lucky." All eyes were focused on the woman, who was eyeing Dietrich in confusion. "Ellis, if you would get in the favour of a Nazi, you would be able to pull the strings from within." Ellis - he called her. Ellis, the name on her passport, the name that was known by the British and even the French. One wrong move and not only Ellis, but also Rachel Katz would be removed from this Earth with a single, clear shot - if she was lucky. In the worst case, her body would be used for days, her mind would be tormented for months; until she would no longer be able to handle the everlasting suffering, and her body and soul would just give in to the peace that was better known as death. Rachel was now staring at Dietrich in disbelief. <br/>
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"You want me to sleep with a Nazi?" <br/>
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Mere a couple of hours later, a dark-haired woman was wearing the finest clothing: a blue dress along with a neat, black belt made out of soft, velvet fabric that had been wrapped around her waist to accentuate it. A pair of black shoes was covering her feet, and of course her hair had been carefully curled - while her lips had been painted a crimson colour of red. One would not recognize the simple librarian within Rachel while she was dressed up like this. Nerves were bottling up in her stomach as she fixed the position of the black hat she was wearing. A tense sigh rolled over her red lips as she made an impossible attempt to relax her muscles just slightly. Dietrich had managed to convince her: in exchange for the safety of the der stille Kreis, Rachel would willingly balance herself between life and death and enter the Lion's Den to meet the Kings of the Coalition. Her steps were surprisingly steady as she clutched her bag to her side, making her way towards the place where most German men would spend their time after work. Music, food and women would be all over the place. It was slightly disdaining, but it was mere the first step to get within the Nazi circles. She inhaled deeply as she entered the building, and a careful smile curled around her lips as the door fell shut behind her back - prepared to attack.<br/>
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[*der stille Kreis: the silent circle - a German resistance movement]</span>