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Abegail nodded and silently followed when Walter suggested they take an alternate entrance to the front door. He led them around the building. Abegail's eyes darted this way and that, she could not shake the feeling that she was being watched. The shadows cast by the building did not help her sense of unease.

Abegail frowned as Walter told Gunter they may have to subdue someone. She could here the noise inside, the movement of another person just inside the door. Janitor, curator it didn't matter. What sat oddly with her was Walter expecting the boy to help. Gunter seemed willing enough but she felt that he should not be expected to fight. She was unable to voice this though as Walter stood at the ready beside the door, waiting for his moment.

A voice from the darkness, from behind her where she had been so sure someone was watching made Abegail turn quickly, her hands clenching. She didn't need anyone to tell her who was going to be there. Like the vermin he was, Niclas made it a habit to appear out of no where. He called her Fraulein, he always called her that and it always made her sneer.

Her anger dropped, shifting to confusion as Niclas asked if Walter had told her about a trip to her homeland. Her homeland? Surely he didn't mean America. Abegail was aware he had been there she had escaped with Walter at the airport. Her head tilted, her brow knotted in confusion. Ireland then. Interesting couple?

Abegail's face went pale. She could feel every bit of colour drain, leaving her ashen. Her family, all of them were there. She could not say anything as others stepped out, seizing the trio where they stood.

She let them move her, not fighting her captor. Abegail didn't have the energy. She was trying far to hard to understand what Niclas had said, who he could be talking about and why in the name of the saints Walter had not told her that Niclas had been in Ireland. He obviously knew, Niclas said so and she knew he was tracking the nazi. A momentary panic came over her as she looked for Gunter, unsure what had happened in the time since Niclas had shown up. She saw the boy, restrained by one of the soldiers. Relief came and went quickly.

Blinking, she found herself standing next to Walter. Her voice was quiet, shaky and her eyes full of confusion as she looked at him. “Walter...what is he talkin' about? Who...who is he talkin' about? And why in heaven's name were ye in Ireland?”

There was a knot in her stomach, as if no matter what Walter said at this moment she knew it was not going to be something she wanted to hear. She needed to know though, needed to know what was going on. “Why did ye not tell me? Ye have had lots of time...”

There was hurt now in her voice, her accent thick under the fear, confusion and pain of her words as she looked at Walter.