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Ella jabbed an accusing finger at Gunter. 'This boy started going through his briefcase like a maniac!' Her voice was low, but the intensity of her demeanor was high. 'I told him to stop, but he just kept on prying at the case! I was upset about his incessant paranoia, but it turns out he was right this time!'

Gunter tried to ignore Ella, looking at Albert. "I'm sorry, Albert, I really am. I was crazy, I didn't know what I was doing, I just had to see who he is..." Gunter stammered, trying to think of something to say. He had acted crazily and now hell was sure to break loose any moment. Then he sighed and said, "We didn't steal anything, but we might have disturbed his briefcase. We set it all back together, though..." Gunter shuddered, thinking of the contents of the leather container. He recognized them from the war. Ella was sure that she knew he was a Nazi doctor, and Gunter had said that he was a doctor, but Gunter recognized some of the tools. Some appeared to be custom, not factory made, but some others... they were German engineering, and usable for torture. Gunter had seen some of them in action once when he had been sneaking around with the Edelweiss Piraten. The memory had never left him.

"Albert, I think this might be trouble." he spoke up again. "What do we do?"