"My chauffeur shall give you a ride safely back to your quarters, or home, if you need one, Officer Wójcik. As for you, Herr Axel Jaeger, I heard that there is a nice bar around this ... this shitty hole of a place. Should you or Officer Axel Jaeger need a drink or two, you know where to find me,"<span style="font-style: italic">Oberstleutnant</span>Kohler remarked.  Was that invitation extended to her?  Repulsed by the audacity, she turned her head indignantly away as the men passed her,  the feeling of eyes burning on her back despite her efforts to avoid it, until she stepped into the cold, November air.<br/><br/>Every step brought her further from the polluted atmosphere of that room and closer to something far lighter.  The moment her foot past the threshold, it was as if God's presence was tangible, his eyes on her back now than a strangers, offering relief with the climate cooled by His Grace.  Yvonne could not resist the urge to close her own eyes and lift her arms slightly at her side.  She wanted to take in every ounce of Him for all of eternity, and she knew that one day she would, promised her as all others that they would join Him in paradise.  She opened her eyes to the sky with a smile.  Until that day, she had a duty to bring more lambs to the-<br/><br/>Light spilled with unnatural brilliance across the street.  It visibly curled around the corners of an alleyway, and Officer Wojcik crossed the space with little effort and blinding speed. The alleyway had once again gone black in that time, and she peered in to investigate.  A heap of a man lay slumped against a wall, his head lolled forward and still rolling with recent activity.  He was fully clothed, so it didn't appear any harm had befallen him.  A drunkard, but why would an angel visit on such a person?<br/><br/>Wojcik was not satisfied with the analysis and ventured further into the darkness.  After only a few steps, his face came back around toward the mouth of the alley and she could see who it was.<br/><br/>"Officer Fabiano!"  She nearly cried, but he had been with a party.  Looking around immediately, in all directions - up and down, included - she felt no one was there, but she could not risk being surrounded.  She did not trust these men.  The man clearly needed assistance now, and both as a woman of God and the army, she was obliged to give him aid.  Taking stock of the man, she did not see any lasting impressions of wounds, but she also noted that she could not smell the liquor that would've been impossible for him to imbibe in this time, nor other substances that might have caused this reaction.  Some<span style="font-style: italic">one</span>had applied force of some kind and she was pretty certain she knew whom.<br/><br/>Hoisting her body under one arm, she lifted the man, stooping to adjust for his height.  He mumbled something indistinguishable, but it sounded like a question.  "I do not know, Officer.  We will get you help, unfortunately I would not think to take you to the physician nearest."  She eyed the building they had just left.<br/><br/>Sitting there in front was the vehicle with its lights still on.  If Oberstleutnant Kohler planned on abandoning his partner for entertainment, she would make sure he could not cause any more danger with his insobriety.  She laid the Italian out onto the back and cranked the engine with the sitting key, impressed with the decency of the people in this district for not taking such a prize of parts and rebellion.  She would return soon to bless redemption upon them all.  Propelling the machine forward, she had planned on taking him to a base infirmary, but she realized there was one other place she could take him, which just so happened to align with her schedule perfectly.<br/><br/>The automobile was parked and she yanked on the mans arms to bring him to sit.  From there, she got him to his feet, effort building in the muscles of the limp creature.  They crossed the stones to an unassuming structure that was more beautiful to Yvonne than most classical architectures of renown could hope to possess.  Fabiano grunted as he worked himself back to life, one foot after the other with rising confidence, strength, and balance, a clear indication of the wondrous healing bestowed upon him from the sacred grounds themselves as they approached.  There was nothing that God couldn't do in His home, a place of worship.  Here, now, she could meet the Father that Isolde had mentioned and ascertain some assistance.<br/><br/>They stepped into the church.