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Abegail's eyes flashed, her teeth clenched and she tried to remain calm but her Irish temper was very close to breaking as she stepped close to the man.

"What do ye know of my burden? What is it ye think ye can cure?"

Abegail searched his face for how he could possibly know what had happened to her in Austria. No one knew save Gunter and Walter. There was no way for anyone else to know. Both Nazi's were dead. Abegail felt the colour drain from her face. "They are dead...they have to be...."

Her hands trembled slightly at the thought of either man still being alive and walking the earth. She had shot Niclas herself. Fingers gripped the dossier tighter. Abegail for the first time in a long time was afraid.

Abegail had learned a long time ago not to feel guilty when others tried to tug at her heart strings. Not being a romantic or overly compassionate Abegail was more fixated on that the man seemed to think he knew and she wanted to get to the bottom of this enigma.

She took a large calming breath, "I am sorry but I do not think I know what you are referring to exactly. Please, let us get a coffee and you can explain why you sought me out and what it is you think you might know. Also, I would very much like to know how you found me."

Her anger had ebbed some, her tone back to professional and level, her accent once again gone behind her cool demeanour. Abegail gestured to the table. She was mildly uncomfortable with her back to the door but she shifted the chair slightly to be able to keep it in her peripheral vision.