"We just took her back to camp. She'll be held there until they try her as an enemy combatant."

She watched him, loosening the belt slightly more. He sweated profusely, his face pale, and his eyes wide with fear. She had no reason to doubt the information he was giving her. "Very good. Do you prefer strangulation or a gunshot?" She paused, quirking one side of her mouth into a smile. "I am a navigator, not a markswoman. It might take a few gunshots."

"No, don't kill me, please. I will take you to her."

"Sorry, Friedrich. I'm sure you would take me right there, but that won't get her or me free of this wretched country and this wretched war. But you're sweet. I'll strangle you. The pain won't last long. And I'll sing to you, if yo...

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