The night went by like a breeze, I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, 6:00 am.

I sat down in the bed trying to bring my senses together, my head felt quite groggy, I walked to the bathroom, splashed some cold water to wake me up and went to the desk afterwards. I picked up the radio.

- Spezialeinheiten two, come in, over. – I said.

The radio crackled, and Helga’s voice came in.

- Captain Schwarz here, go ahead, over. – She sounded asleep.

- Please switch to auxiliary channel. – I said and turned the dial to channel 9.

- Good morning Captain, any idea if the mess hall is open? I´m kinda hungry, over. – I asked.

- Alexander? Geez, what time is it? over. –

- 0605 hours ma´am, over. –

- WHAT?!?!?! – She exclaimed, I heard her stumble and fall off the bed next door, the radio crackled a bit and she came back:

- I was supposed to be down at the comms room 30 minutes ago to receive orders, thanks for waking me up, and in regards to your question, yes, the mess hall should be open and serving, wake up the others, I´ll meet you there, over and out. – Shortly after I heard her storming down the hallway, I switched back to channel 2 and got myself ready to go out.

I stopped at room number six and knocked on the door but received no answer. I knocked again, harder this time.

- Klaus, wake up! – I yelled.

The door on room number five opened up and Hans peeked out, he had a toothbrush in one hand, a towel over the shoulder and no shirt. I noticed he had a long scar in his abdomen swooping down that went from the top of his left ribs to his right hip.

- Klaus is having breakfast in the mess hall, I´ll join you at the courtyard later. – He said in that monotone voice of his and closed the door, I went downstairs and crossed the courtyard.

Once in the mess hall, I saw Klaus sitting alone on a table, he had what looked like a sketch book and was drawing something, I went over to the kitchen, grabbed a tray and the cook served me some scrambled eggs, sausage, bread and some coffee, I thanked him and went to the table I had seen Klaus in, I sat opposite to him.

- Good morning. – I said.

- Mornin´. – He said without taking his eyes apart from the book.

- What you got there? –

- A sketchbook captain obvious. – He said with a sarcastic tone.

- Oh so you draw? –

- Well, that´s obviously what I´m doing genius. – He said wryly without even looking at me.

- Sorry, It´s just that I didn´t took you for a drawer. –

- Well, you´ve known me for only a day, there´s a lot of shit you don´t know bout´ me. – He said with certain annoyance in his voice, again, he was not taking his eyes of his scribbles.

- Okay… - I said, surprised at how aggressive he was being.

Klaus sighed, set the book down and aside and looked at me sternly, I almost couldn´t recognize him, he was being too different from what I´d seen last night.

- Look, there are a couple of things you need to know, I always wake up in a sour mood, I get grouchy if I don´t have my morning coffee and inspiration rarely comes to me and I easily lose it so that makes me fucking mad, I´m sorry if I´m being rude but all these things are one on top of the other today so don´t be surprised if I´m edgy for a while, ok? –

- Yeah, got it, I´ll leave you be then. – I said standing up but before I could actually move he stopped me with a hand gesture.

- No need to do that anymore, I´m done with the drawing anyways. –

- Can I see it? – I whispered.

- Well… It´s kinda cold and there´s a lot of people around here, are you sure you want me to pull it out? – He said with a smirk.

- Wait, what? – I quickly replied.

He just laughed out loud.

- I meant the fucking drawing you dunce! – I said laughing it off as well.

He pushed the sketchbook over to me and I opened it, there were landscapes, coats of arms, planes, weapons, portraits of both males and females, a couple of fruit basket portraits and some pin-up girls, all hand drawn to great detail with pencil.

- Fucking amazing, where did you learn to do this? – I asked Klaus, he pulled his chair closer to the table and leaned to get closer to me.

- My mother was a painter, one of those artists that paint in canvas with a brush, paint and shit, she taught me how to draw from a very young age, I´ve always been kinda secretive about it... You see my father wanted me to be a lawyer, A. FUCKING. LAWYER. – He pushed his finger hardly on the table with each word of the last sentence, he took a sip of his coffee and kept going.

- Can you believe that? So… That being his desire, he despised the fact that I knew how to draw as he thought that I would pursue a career in arts instead of law school in Munich and get my mind distracted with a ¨useless talent¨
I had to draw in secret or otherwise he would beat me… I guess the habit of doing it while no one is around got stuck. – His face was all red, his forehead had a bit of sweat, I could see resentment and anger in his face, he took  a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm down, he had another sip of his coffee.

- A remarkable artist isn´t he? At first I thought they were photographs, the amount of detail is amazing, he also has photographic memory, if he can remember it he can draw it, he constantly helps Spezialeinheiten one on their maps. – Said Helga, she was standing behind me, I hadn´t noticed she was there, she had a tray of food with her and she sat down beside me.

- Oh wow, that´s pretty amazing, I can´t draw shit. – I said.

- Alright, alright, enough you two, you´re making me blush. – Klaus said jokingly, although he really was blushing a bit.

- So, how did it go Captain? – I asked Helga.

- Well, I got shouted at for being late, but I got our orders, let me finish this up and I´ll let you guys know, where is Hans? –

- He already had breakfast, he should be waiting for us in the courtyard.

She gobbled up her food and I did the same, Klaus got out to see if Hans was out in the courtyard, as soon as we were done we followed.

Klaus was having a smoke and Hans was sitting by the fountain, they both came forward and Klaus threw away the cigarette.

- I´ve received instructions from OKW, I was given a list of high value targets and their last known location, most of them are scientists and intellectuals that are aiding the brits and the French in one way or another, we are to track them down and kill them, a double agent will be providing us with intel and helping us get around, the agent goes by the codename ¨Domino¨ but she is known in the resistance as ¨the weasel¨, the main task at hand will be assassination, any questions? –

- Where is this… double agent? – Klaus asked.

- We will have to rendezvous with her, the location is a graveyard north of here, in the outskirts of the town, We´ll have to go across the town again to reach it, she will give us the information and based on that we´ll decide what to do. – She said.

- Who´s the first target? – I asked.

- A scientist by the name of Victor Hess, age 47, male, Austrian, he is a defector who fled from one of our labs in Germany, we are to kill him before the allies get him, the resistance is currently sheltering him in a church. –

- I hate churches. - Hans said.

- Sounds easy enough though. – Klaus said.

- It´s never easy, you know it. – Hans replied.

- I´m trying to be positive here. – Klaus scorned him.

- Go get dressed and meet me in the basement to gear up, you´re dismissed. – Helga was already dressed up in her black field suit so she headed straight to the basement.

We all went to our rooms and did as ordered.