To the Ends of the Earth

Rebecca had been called here for one reason or another by a man with a most unusual accent. She was generally wary of that kind of thing, but Durr had no control over her. She needed to be vigilant, and part of her brain was telling her that she had what it took to protect herself. She hated that part of her brain.

The river was lovely over this part of the Oberbaum bridge. Germany was a lovely country, but a month in Berlin had not made her much more familiar with it. She still only knew a few words and the people still regarded her as somewhat less of a person than the Aryans, but only somewhat. It was still a step up from home.

But why was she sent here? She checked her paper one more time to make sure she had the right place. Oberbaum bridge. Noon. She glanced up, and suddenly wished she had not. Her blood drained. Chris?