(Clip Nine) “Fraulein Scholl.” Meyer smirked at Sophie as he walked into the room. It was perhaps late morning, Sophie thought, because Meyer had left hours ago and hadn’t come back until now. “What do you want?” Meyer grinned. “I have just received word from the commander that in precisely”–he checked his watch–“thirty-two minutes from now, you will be brought in front of a firing squad for your execution. Good day.” He bowed mockingly and…
(Clip Eight) “Hallo, du!” I stopped my bike, freezing for a second before turning around slowly. This happened every day, of course, and every time it got more and more frightening. “Can I help you?” I flipped my hair over my shoulder, twirling a strand around my finger like an innocent little girl who was just waiting for a German soldier to flirt with. The Nazi who had called out to me was standing just…
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(Clip Seven) Sophie yawned. It was maybe morning now–she didn’t know; she hadn’t slept a wink, and there were no windows anywhere in her interrogation room. Meyer had woken her up just a moment before, looking pristine and superior in his medal-adorned uniform that oozed high class. “You better be ready to behave, Fraulein,” he warned, before carrying in a heavy box dangling with wires and cords. Setting the box on the table beside him,…
(Clip Six) I stared down the dark street of Berlin. Except for the occasional snap of a Nazi’s boot, there was silence. The package for Mrs. Erika Fischer was tucked deep in the pocket of my coat, and it was smaller than expected. In fact, it could just about fit in the palm of my hand. Luc had assured me that if anyone took this package, they wouldn’t be able to get any information out…