<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Nuremberg Germany</span><br/>Werner sat in his cell reading a book as he looked up at a framed picture of his wife sitting next to a box that displayed the Pour Le Merite. His eyes turned sorta misty as he set down the book keeping his place. He grabbed the picture and ran his hand across the glass that protected the partially burned photograph as he remembered holding on to her soft tan skin. As a tear dropped upon the glass his grieving was interrupted by the sound of boots rapidly approaching his cell and a heard the jangling of keys. He had already been given breakfast less than an hour ago but he didn't care to turn towards the his cell door as it opened. "Herr Oberstleutnant" came the familiar voice of the guard. Before Werner worked up the motivation to face the guard he heard another enter his cell and according to the sound of her feet a woman. He turned quietly hoping it was his wife as excitement rushed through his veins just before his hopes were destroyed by an unfamiliar face. As the beautiful and formal woman stood there nervousness and unease quickly came upon him and the same dread that had filled him when the Gestapo had paid him a visit at his home. Werner stood up with resolve despite his hands shaking with deep fears. Speaking in a shaky thick German accent, "I have told you I vill not be making anymore veap-"<br/><br/>"Good. We are here to offer you a position to help Washington state deal with, hostile wildlife. Unless you would prefer the noose you are scheduled for next Tuesday." The lady spoke in a seductively intimidating voice nodding towards the window looking out on the courtyard.<br/><br/>Werner hung his head not wishing to parish not knowing. Making up his mind he looked towards the lady in his cell and asked, "If I do this may I have a few days to settle my affairs and look for Ava?"<br/><br/>A pause followed Werner's request as suspense filled the air which was answered with a quick, "Yes." Before the lady left the cell to make the last minute arrangements.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Gillette Wyoming</span><br/>Progeny pulled the chain attached to a hanging light bulb in a cluttered room. He wore the pinks and greens uniform of his current alias of Colonel Johnathan Bulliard. His eyes were filled with his collection of various items gathered over many of his past lives. Someone had followed him to his hideout and was in the doorway behind him. He spun around drawing his 1911 like he was still the fastest gun in the west ready to shoot from the hip. He kept it at the ready as he surveyed the intruder speaking to her, "You have a lot of nerve showing up here unannounced Alicia." Progeny was unimpressed by her despite being aware of the rumors about her. He carried an attitude of irritation towards the interloper in his sanctuary. The run down cabin neglected for the past decade had a decent coating of dust undisturbed since the start of the war. Before she could retort Progeny continued speaking while holstering his trusty champion of two world wars sidearm. "Care for a drink?" He pulled a dusty canteen hanging from a hook on the wall grabbing two glasses surprisingly pristine glasses from a small box setting them on a table in the center of the room and pouring a foul smelling grog from the canteen which seemed to be a century old.