<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"><span style="color: #8080BF">She couldn’t explain it, but at the man’s admission Yvonne felt something familiar.  It was subtle, and she found herself speaking without even thinking.<br/><br/>“Like you’re on the fine thread of right and wrong and you may fall either way.”  The woman closed the olive of her eyes slowly, taking a deep breath. “Your abilities are meant for more, but using them compromises something - who you are, who someone else is, privacy, ascension, always something.  Our greatest abilities are not what we can do that others cannot, but what we do for others.  It took me a very long time to learn this lesson.  You will, too, in time.  My thoughts are not hidden, in fact, I keep them very open, very honest - as much as I can, at the least.  It is His way.  Maybe it was for this that your brother trusted me.  When I met him, he was pompous and spoiled, and whatever his ability his sin was pride-”<br/><br/>Yvonne leaned back in the couch, curling her legs onto its cushions as she pulled the glass to her chest.  “Actually,” she started with a laugh, “when I met your brother he was unconscious!”  Shaking her head, the blonde played with the heel of her shoe, not really contemplating it’s removal but somewhere in her subconscious she registered the discomfort they gave her.  She looked up at the man from across the expanse of her own legs.  He looked nervous to her.  It didn’t come to the forefront of her mind as it wandered to that evening, morning, whatever time it was regarded as.  Things had changed then and she didn’t realize just how much until the night at the clinic, but she steered her thoughts onto the track at the church.  There was nothing that could be done for a concussion but patience and there was no better place for such things.  She had even met an angel.<br/><br/>“I took him to the church, God healed him.  I knew it had to have been herr Kohler, his partner, but I do not know why, and he couldn’t remember when he awoke.  He gave a report of the incident to our superiors and that was it, or it should’ve been, except one night he showed up at my room and we went for a walk.  That was when he told me about the raid on the church under the same partner that had injured him before, so that an investigator could be eye-witness to the man’s behavior, judge his guilt for himself, and instead the two people who he was under trial for go missing - one missing completely from this earth.  It is no coincidence, I know it.”<br/><br/>She tried to keep from grinding her teeth as she stared into the void of the night sky beyond the captains tailored windows.  “He chose this.  Now I have nothing to go off of but these documents.  If you hadn’t shown up I would simply have nothing. Thank you.  You are welcome to ask me as many questions as you find your head saddled with. I hide nothing, this is simply who I am.”</span><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">________________________</div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFBF">The man turned his face to the side, regarding the woman with interest as she explained the relationship she shared with his brother. When she commented that his brother was pompous and spoiled,a smile hovered over his curling lips yet a spark of sadness appeared in his eyes which he decided not to conceal. It was always just a matter of time before the strongest of men out in the world succumbed to their true feelings and lost control. His eyes followed her legs briefly as she crossed them comfortably while she leaned back. She brought her glass to her chest as she continued to speak, trusting him with more information.<br/><br/>The man kept quiet during the whole time. People tend to cut other short in response, making them forget later on what they wanted to say when they're finally given the time to resume their talk. Luciano needed every bit of information he needed to get from the woman. The night was young and the two may not have another chance to share as much information as possible for a good long time until the next.<br/><br/>“Actually,” she started with a laugh, “when I met your brother he was unconscious!”  <br/><br/>Her laugh was greeted with head shake from his part. A curious expression caressed his features. The man listened carefully, aim to broaden his knowledge and to increase his views about things until the point where everything becomes very clear. He shifted distracted eyes from her feet to her face on time to notice the movement in her jaw as she stared past his shoulders to the large windows. The man subconsciously imitated her facial expression, grinding his teeth as he too felt the tension of irritation rising. Whoever wronged his brother will have to pay sooner or later, but if his brother died as a pawn of war on Nazi grounds, then there was nothing he could have prevented. The moment anyone signed up to follow a madman for a leader, these very same people would have signed up for the next train to misery and death.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“It is very disturbing to me what you're saying. I would have to believe for now that Fabiano had known something about this Kohler you're speaking of which got him silenced forever, and then there is this other valuable option, a possibility which may explain his murder. As I listened you speak, Miss, I could not stop thinking about the probabilities that link to these individuals we've brought up in our conversation tonight. This Darcy woman had followed me, and then there is this picture of this Hamish man, noted by my brother in ink, that one Kohler had dropped this very same picture accidentally. The disappearance of this Isolde soon after my brother's assassination, leave a lot to question. At times, neither is most to blame, but most of the times there is always someone behind the grand picture.”</span> Luciano cocked his head to the side, his gaze shifting to the ceiling. <span style="font-style: italic">“These individuals remind me of the fish, becoming entangled, attempting escape as they try to swim through the mesh.”</span> He glanced at her with a mocking chuckle.<br/><br/>Her hard, olive irises grew soft for a moment, cold jewels the next. It was like that the entire evening, he noticed. Luciano reached for the bottle of wine and poured the woman some more, serving himself a glass in return. He pondered her last words as he studied her face while drinking his liquor. Such indeed was her image, that neither could Shakespeare describe, nor Hogarth paint, nor Clive act, a fury in higher perfection. It was only but a passing thought, as the man put his glass aside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Comfort is not always a  free luxury. Use it while you can.”</span> Luciano leisurely moved an arm past the woman's crossed legs and with gentle fingers he brushed the side of one of her shoes before he gently attempted to removed the shoe from the female's foot. He gave her a sideways glance, lips levitating into a swift smile. <span style="font-style: italic">“You are welcome. You too have allowed me to learn things I have never known about my own twin brother, one whose life was as frail as a falling leaf, yet shed so quickly as the rain. You do not have to go alone. This is very important to me as much as it is important to you. We may not agree on everything. You have your opinions, I have mines, but this cause is affecting us both. Ignorance is only pleasant for some time, but one sooner or later tires of scented time and this blessed ignorance. I have yet to get my head around that angels are walking amongst us scenario but I must do my part and investigate the current situation.”</span> He paused to shake his head with a sigh. <span style="font-style: italic">“I am also expecting a call tonight to confirm my next voyages for the next six months which I will not be able to cancel if I'm given my orders this evening.”</span> Luciano lowered a frank stare to her second foot, and with the same precise yet mild touch, he removed her other shoe, allowing it to gently slip off her foot. <span style="font-style: italic">“For the moment ... I have a question that does not regard the matter directly.”</span> The male announced in a low and steady tone. He slowly set the shoe on the floor to the side and reached out behind him to carry a dark-velvety couch pillow from behind his back to the floor. While he was seated, he raised her second foot slowly and placed the couch underneath it, while her other remained elevated - since her legs were crossed one over the other.<br/><br/>Now, shifting his irises to a face framed with fragrant radiance, a slow and brief  hand gesture made the man run a ... tingling electrical yet light ... feather-like digit along the inner side of her foot, on his way to lean back in the creamy-white couch.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“There must be something out there you are passionate about in life, beside your loyalty to the Fuhrer, and God. What could it be? I have to admit that I am quite certain a woman like you has at least tried once to … expand her horizons beyond her comfort zone!?“ </span>Asked a calmness in his voice. It leaked with curiosity as he spoke the question unhurriedly. He glanced at his drink and discreetly inhaled the pleasant aroma of the glass of wine which he held in one hand, the other palm lightly rubbing his thigh in back and forth motions. He was not cold. He was simply savoring the comfort the night finally has brought him, and the distracting lights of Munich which reflected in his windows made it even the more delightful … while somewhere out there humanity watched the world crumbling.<br/></span></span>