“Thanks a lot,” he sarcastically replied, “I should have expected that, after all, this is World War II?” He says, heading deeper into the tunnel.
“How much further?” He asks as another bomb explodes shaking the passageway, Freddie gets moving as fast as possible. The building shakes yet again followed by still another blast. With the dust, falling all around one more good blast potentially could bring this old relic of a building rattling down on the both of them. Nevertheless, Michelle pays the constant blasts and the unsteady integrity of the tunnel no mind.
“The Germans have taken over our country,” she says. Freddie listens to her tone, and trying to read her voice and based on what he hears, he is convinced …show more content…
“No, I’m not a spy and trust me. You wouldn’t believe where I come from,” quickly changing the topic. “Everybody knows what happened to the Jews. He’s gassed the poor suckers to death, thousands of them a day.” “What are you saying?” “He claims to relocate them,” Freddie raises his voice in disgust. “But it’s more like relocating the bodies. He is one crazy bastard, dead set on a mission to exterminate every Jew on the face of the earth. You’ve got to believe me. He clearly wants to kill every Jew in the world, and he’s out of his fucking mind.” Freddie tries to educate the French girl about the truth of Hitler’s real intentions. “Millions will die before this nightmare is over.” He adds. “Millions”
Michelle, although convinced he is telling the truth, is baffled by his unconventional comments. “How do you know Hitler is exterminating the Jews?” She cannot figure out why he seems to know so much. “How do you know millions will die, how?”
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” evasively, he answers her question, debating whether he should tell her the truth or not. He decides against it, feeling she would not believe him anyway, especially the part about coming from the …show more content…
Stunned by the voices and not sure if she thinks he indeed is a spy, he stops.
“Oh, hell no,” he says to himself. “What’s up ahead?”
“The Resistance”
“The who?”
Moving slowly through the dark and narrow tunnel accidentally shining the light on Michelle’s face, surprised by how young she is.
“You’re just a kid!” “Eighteen is hardly a kid.” trying to block the light from her eyes, “Now, please, get that beam from my face and move. The Germans will discover those men, and they will be everywhere.” Freddie continues moving closer to the light. The closer he gets, the louder the voices, and he sees four men armed with machine guns standing in the entrance. “Quien Est la.” One of the Frenchmen yells aiming his weapon at the passageway.
Freddie panics when he sees the gun pointing at him.
“Don’t shoot!” he yells, looking down the barrel of God knows what type of weapon.
“Vingt-deux!” Michelle immediately shouts out to the others. Once they hear those words they put down the machine guns, Freddie turns to Michelle.
“How many times are you going to save my life?” Michelle avoids the question. Instead, she has locked in on something more valuable, something she must know