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Everything happened so fast. First they were about to go into the museum, next they were being taken captive - all their plans ruined. Gunter squirmed and fought against the Nazi that held him, but it was no use. They were captured. Walter and Abigail were in a heated conversation and finally Walter yelled something at Gottberg.

Gottberg. The same man that had entered their inn earlier that morning. Who could have guessed that Gunter would have ended up here, with these Americans and with Albert, Uwe, and Ella all dead? And on a quest to save the world, no less? It was mind-boggling. Well, it was the way of the world, he guessed, that peace and quiet could not be allowed. Something had to go wrong.

'Dies ein, stoppen Sie hier!' Gunter looked up and saw the portrait. He recognized it as one of the Führer's thirteen works that they had been educated about in school. This particular one was created in 1910, and Gunter had always grudgingly liked it. It had a kind of simplicity to it that appealed to him. But he couldn't stand its painter. He had ruined Germany.

Gunter's arm almost went up in the Nazi salute just out of habit and drilling. But he stopped his arm and instead spat at the painting. "Vielen Dank für stoppen." He said to Niclas. "Ich brauchte das tun."