Father Fischer sipped at the coffee. It was black with one teaspoon of sugar, just the way he liked it. The flavor, rich; one might describe it as bold. Raphael enjoyed the flavor. He spotted the Geheime Staatspolizei Inspektor Udo Drechsler. Raphael never forgot a face. Raphael had once met the man's father, Theo and his grandfather, Egon. He also knew the current location of his elder siblings, Liam Drechsler and Heidi Brauer. At one time, Raphael felt sorrow for the young German, who sought to locate his siblings. But when Udo Drechsler turned his back on Christ, Raphael dismissed the notion or at least saving it to see if Drechsler would come back to Christ.<span style="font-style: italic">'If Udo Drechsler wants my help, I'll be there for him.'</span>The last time Raphael saw the young Gestapo Inspector, he himself was disguised as a Hungarian Gestapo officer, Rafael Halasz from BudaPest. Raphael appreciated that disguise. Halasz was such an imposing figure. He had to give it up to remain in Southern Germany. He hoped to retain the Nazi officer, Zimmer but the Allied agent deemed it necessary to separate him from that corpse. A Catholic priest, seemed to be the perfect fit to keep his eye on the situation in München. As long as he wasn't called upon to perform the sacrament of matrimony for one of the Fallen.<br/><br/>Raphael felt her presence before she even opened the door. Her aura was brighter than she would like to admit. Father Fischer was fine with that. He smiled when he saw her enter the cafe. She approached,<span style="font-style: italic">"Apologies, Father, I must make a brief introduction of myself. One moment?"</span><br/><br/>Father Fischer nodded in acknowledgement. A hand gesture insured it was acceptable to speak with another first and she turned toward the Gestapo inspector.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Pardon me, herr Drechsler, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before, but your reputation precedes you, and I must personally thank you on behalf of our Fuhrer."</span>tęsknić Wojcik spoke to Inspector Drechsler. [tr. tęsknić = Miss (Polish)]<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Well, well! I had no idea I was quite the celebrity,”</span>Drechsler responded to the introduction.<span style="font-style: italic">“The pleasure is mine, Officer Wojcik, thank you kindly for the warm welcome. I don’t get to come out to Munich very often. Unfortunately, business is what brings me here. It’s not like I get a decent vacation every now and then. You know how it is, I’m sure. The Führer’s work is never done.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Indeed,"</span>tęsknić Wojcik placated the Gestapo Inspector.<span style="font-style: italic">"It has been an eternal battle against the sinners and the Fuhrer is one of our mightiest soldiers. I can wait for my vacation in Paradise. Heh, even then, I will fight."</span>tęsknić Wojcik appeared to jest with him, her comment appearing half-hearted. Or maybe Raphael hoped.<br/><br/>Udo turned his attention away to briefly look out the window,<span style="font-style: italic">“Officer Wojcik, can you feel it… how dirty Munich is? It isn’t very pleasant.”</span>This comment provided some insight to Udo Drechsler for Raphael Fischer; the darkness that lay within his heart. Almost a hint of good yearning to breathe free, trapped...for now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Yes."<br/><br/>"If you are staying a while, I may call on you. For the cleansing of the city."<br/><br/>"I am staying at the Charles Hotel," he told her without hesitation, "It's not far from here. Room 419. Should you call on me to serve for the cause, it would be a pleasure."</span>The Polish woman turned back toward Raphael.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Father, Thank you for your patience."<br/><br/>"Not at all," he told her. "It is a virtue, isn't it?"</span><br/><br/>Tęsknić Wojcik got right to the point when she took her seat,<span style="font-style: italic">"How do you know my Name," she asked, "Father?"</span><br/><br/>Father Fischer grinned, almost snorted his coffee as he was sipping it. "You always got right down to business. Skip the pleasantries," He gave her a warm knowing smile. "That was something I always enjoyed about you when you were a little girl." Of course tęsknić Wojcik would not recognize Raphael for who he truly was. Hopefully, his admission of prior knowledge in her youth did not frighten. It was not meant in any harmful or covertly daring manner.<br/><br/>Raphael was about to answer the question with a question, but they were interrupted by the waitress. Father Fischer ordered a plate of bacon and eggs with a side of fried potatoes. The young woman topped off his coffee. She took whatever Yvonne would have ordered and then left.<br/><br/>"Yvael, we have met before," Raphael sipped the coffee. "I know this is disconcerting because you did not know me in this current form. I knew your mom and your father. Your father is very close to me and my brothers. The last time I saw him was maybe three months ago. He is doing well, if you are curious." Raphael looked at the young woman knowing she was much older than her appearances let on. But his current appearance made him look 60, and he was really much older now wasn't he? yes, of course.<br/><br/>"Last evening I was sipping coffee and eating corn bread in a small cafe near the church. It is one of those small family shops that sell home baked goods. You may have seen it this morning? Anyway, last night, while I was sipping my coffee, I detected your presence. I knew you were nearby. It warmed my heart, but I could also feel who you were with. It surprised me at first because I have not seen you in many, many years. In fact, the last time I laid eyes on you, you were very small and very young. It took me some time to realize who you were. I had time to dwell on that and your presence in church this morning, confirmed it for me. I am very happy to see you, Yvael Wojcik." Raphael smiled warmly at her, then sipped his coffee.<br/><br/>"At the time, I had not put it together, who you were, but I did recognize the other volk who were with you. You were in the presence of Mademoiselle Devereaux, the French nurse who helps out at the local clinic and three other gentlemen, I believe. Two of them introduced themselves to you as German officers. There is something very important, I must tell you about those two Germany officers." Father Fischer coughed and sipped at his coffee again.<br/><br/>"This really is good coffee," he informed her, just as her own cup arrived at the table. "They must import it from Brazil. Such an excellent blend."<br/><br/>"A month ago, I was at a conference. The Hotel Schiffmeister is not far from here. The Fuhrer addressed a crowd of Gestapo agents, Schutzstaffelen as well as other high ranking officers of the  Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei." [tr.: National Socialist German Workers' Party or more commonly referred to as the NSDAP.] Only in English speaking nations is Adolf Hitler's political party referred to as the Nazi Party. "Your friend, Herr Drechsler was there," Raphael nodded to the Police Inspector, "along with two other gentlemen. The same two men you were with last night."<br/><br/>Father Fischer sipped at his coffee, once again reveling in its body, its flavor. He knew the woman must be on the edge of her seat. She must be screaming,<span style="font-style: italic">'Get on with it! Spill it!'</span>But that would be pure speculation on his part.<br/><br/>"I do not know what your mother told you about yourself or your father. I assume you keep those thoughts as sacred and close to your bosom at all times. There are many among us who would believe you ready for the lunatic asylum if you shared those secrets. But your acquaintances last night are what I would refer to as the<span style="font-style: italic">Fallen</span>. They are not of this world. They occupy a mortal's body, take on a corporeal form occasionally in order to interact with humans and engage in some ulterior motive. I need to warn you of them, not because I believe they intend to harm you, but because they will try to challenge your beliefs. I know your heart is with God and our Savior Lord Jesus Christ. Your mind is with our Fuhrer Adolf Hitler. It is good to have something to believe. I will not judge this mortal. He has the best intentions for the people of this great nation. I hope that he can achieve great things. You will need to watch him and his policies with great care. Ask yourself occasionally, if they are in line with the teachings of Jesus Christ. Sure, we are all sinners. Yes, even me," Raphael gave that warm loving smile that makes people feel as though they are loved and respected by everyone. "Adolf Hitler is a human and susceptible to his own failings. Keep an eye on him. He is a great man and capable of many great things. But even great men have self-doubt."<br/><br/>Raphael sipped his coffee, "Yvael. I know you and your family. You do not know me and you do not know Herr Kohler. Both he and I are not what you would think. I am more like you, than you could possibly know, but we are nothing alike. This morning, the two boys who served mass with me, are my brothers. How is it possible that a 15 and 17 year old could be brothers with a 60 year old man? Maybe because neither of us are 15, 17 or 60. But we are not the<span style="font-style: italic">Fallen</span>as Herr Kohler and his partner, Kai. In fact, if you have ever read Old Testament, there is a passage in the Testament of Solomon which mentions your friend Herr Kohler. His name back then was Asmodeus. Or maybe you are familiar with the Book of Tobit in the Eastern Orthodox church? In that book Asmodeus ran off with one of my brother's daughters, Sarah. You should ask Herr Kohler if he could recount his time with Sarah." Raphael smiled at Yvonne as he once again sipped his coffee. The waitress came to the table with their plates of food.<br/><br/>"Thank you very much," Raphael looked up at the young woman. "Has anyone ever told you, what beautiful eyes you have? They are the whitest of blue. Very pretty. Very pretty." Raphael waited for the blushing woman to leave before continuing.<br/><br/>"I don't want to get into who I am specifically. I think you can figure it out. We are related, in a manner of speaking. You can look at me as an uncle. Your father is very close to me. I can help you, if you should require it. As Mademoiselle Devereaux works in Health care, so do I," he added with a wink.<br/><br/>"Be very careful with whom you associate, my dear. I care about you and do not wish to see you harmed."