Isolde closed the door with utmost care lest she draw more attention to the obviously closed clinic. Some people didn’t know when to read the signs. She turned on Nazi officer, her body rigid and her arms crossed<br/><br/>"What can I do for you, officer?" Isolde asked, her tone colder than the air outside.  She really had no time for polite niceties.<br/><br/>"I know what you are," the woman, Wojcik started, "as I know what Officer Kohler and Advocate Jaeger are from the night we met. Officer Fabiano was injured that night, I believe by the Oberstleutenant. So, I need to know what your relationship is, was, or will be with the demon as you can provide." Said the Nazi woman.<br/><br/>“You know what I am?” Isolde flung at her. “What am I? Just what do you think you know in that stereotypical little regimented brain of yours? And My relationship with Erlind is my affair and none of yours. The only thing you need to know about me is that I am an enemy of the Fatherland. I protect the innocent and for this time and this place that would be the Jews.” Isolde was already angry from the information in the note and now this. Well, as she had vowed to herself , the fight was on and as far as she was concerned anyone who bore the swastika on their red arm band was fair game.<br/><br/>"I originally came here to investigate the disappearance of one of my men, but as you did not know he'd even come by, I don't believe you could be much help with that. As another was attacked by this creature and is not in his company on a mission that I have reason to believe is either false or being manipulated by his whims, I must have as much knowledge as I can possess before taking further action. From the reaction you had to each others' presences, I also have reason to believe you can offer such knowledge.<br/><br/>"I do not ask for it freely, though the situation might warrant it. I have it on good sources that you are with God, or that He is with you, at the very least, so I will trust His judgement by trusting you. I am the product of a union between seraph and mortal, my mother having been a healer much like yourself and teacher of His ways. She named me Wojcik, which is "warrior" to the Polish tongue, and I am to do His work until he sees fit to return me to his side ascending my soul, whether it be through death or divinity as His soldier for ever. I cannot imagine that work would be beside a witch let alone a demon."<br/><br/>Her eyes were locked hard with those of the woman by the door. Somehow, she hoped, the witch would understand her plight. "I must know with whom I am dealing."<br/><br/>Isolde had red hair and that should have been warning enough to anyone who understood. She knew without looking that her face had taken on bright red cheeks and glittering blue eyes. When her “Irish” was up, there was not much that could cause her to veer from the path she had chosen. A wiser, more experienced person would have walked away.<br/><br/>“You have already said you know what I am. Then run quietly away in that knowledge. “ Isolde moved to open the door.<br/><br/>Harsh voices outside demanded,<br/><br/>“Open the gates!”<br/><br/>“Open the gates! Do not make matters any worse.” Came a second impatient voice.<br/><br/>Isolde glared at the woman.<br/><br/>“Well, played daughter of the Seraphim, full of deceit and righteous treachery.” She hissed. "Looks like you have brought your minions to carry out the evil deeds of the Reich. Holy and righteous on the outside, like a whited sepulcher but on the inside you are seething with rot and dead men's bones.<br/><br/>“Frau Devereaux, if you are there, please open the gates. We simply need to speak to you. I ... need to speak to you.”  It was Erlind, asking calmly . Isolde recognize his voice and now her blood began to boil.<br/><br/>Cracking the door a fraction, she flicked her hand and the gates blew open, scattering Nazi officers back into the street.<br/><br/>“The gates open. Do you have the guts to come in?” she taunted.