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"Colonel, Hitler is alive."
"No, he isn't. I saw the bomb."
"He's alive, sir"
"Communications have been cut off."
"Colonel, the coup has failed."
Silence.
"Evacuate immediately. Gather all that you can and report to the emergency checkpoint."

This couldn't be happening- the plan was flawless, how could it fail? They had secured dozens of districts and Berlin was theirsâ?¦ what had made it gone wrong? But then again, this was a plot with military action. Something always went wrong.
Werner's eyes narrowed as a frown crossed his features. He was vaguely aware of the organized chaos as his fellow traitors packed away as much as they could before leaving the office in a heartbeat. There was no doubt in his heart that every person here would not defect from the pact of secrecy they had madeâ?¦ however, that did not stop his fear for their lives- most of which, Stauffenberg. It didn't take much brainpower to understand that when it came to rebel groups, you've got to cut off the headâ?¦ not the insignificant appendages.

He began to stuff as much of the papers into his briefcase as possible, remaining behind as the rest of the group vanished into the twilight in order to reach the safehouse they prayed they wouldn't need to use. He could feel his face flush in anger and humiliation- forced to scatter like frightened mice from a fire. It was a major blow to the ego and the only way he could manage to stomach such a cowardly departure was the fact that they were only doing it to fight another day- to destroy the Fuhrer and save Germanyâ?¦ and such would be impossible if they remained and allowed themselves to be killed.

When he knew he could not wait any longer nor put any more data into his messenger pack, Werner finally allowed himself to leave the office, the last to leave besides Stauffenberg. They caught up with the rest of their core crew- Beck and company- and it was there that they met their first physical confrontation. Well, fuck. The hallway they were in didn't provide decent coverage and they were outnumbered two or three to one- and oh, god. Stauffenberg was shot in his good arm. There were no words. Just action. Haeften took the gun from Claus, knowing that it was useless in the man's hand by now and gave the colonel a small push to make sure that he was as far back into the nook as possible, making sure that he was no longer in the line of fire. The lieutenant used both guns to snipe out enough so that the others were able to break through the lines. A clear pathway. Werner snatched the front of Stauffenburg's jacket and began to tow him as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure if the colonel's body was in shock from the combination of the bullet and the new stress of their situation- but he wasn't willing to risk and find out. Knowing that being spotted would mean fatal consequences, the second lieutenant weaved his way out of the building and through the back alleys of the streets. The soldier clutched onto the bag and Claus as if they were his life and within a half hour, he managed to run his way to the outskirts of the city, undetected. The man could have sworn he heard orders shouted from the SS and at least two scuffles break out but he couldn't afford to look back twice.

It wasn't until he reached the safety of the woods that he allowed themselves a quick break. He could feel his heart pound so loudly within him, it made it difficult to swallow. He spared himself a minute to catch his breath before trudging onwards to the once-abandoned shelter, hidden deep within the woods. It was only a temporary fix, he knew; it would be impossible to hide so many people in one location for longâ?¦ especially with the most powerful forces in Germany after every one of them.

Another hour passed by the time they had finally reached the shelter. He disconnected one of the tripwires to allow Stauffenberg and himself access without any sort of injury and hooked it back up once he was safely within the perimeter. He pushed through the door, almost feeling the tenseness in the air from the other occupants of the room. However, there was a unanimous sigh of relief when they saw that they were one of their own.

Werner couldn't help but frown as he scanned over the room. A little less than a quarter of their number had made it safely into this shelter. However, that was beyond his control. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he finally let go of Stauffenberg, realizing that he had been dragging the man along for some time now and didn't even pause to make sure the poor man was in decent health... but it was understandble, right? After all, it wasn't like he could pull out a medical kit in the middle of a raid. He took off his messenger bag, placing it down on a rickety, wooden table before letting his gaze shift to their colonel. "How is your wound, sir?"
 
Shocked was an understatement of the thoughts going through Claus von Stauffenberg's mind right now. Hid mind kept replaying the scene of the bomb going off. He had seen it, he had delivered the bomb himself. Hitler must have died! How could he have possibly survived! How could their plan have failed? He had made the plan. Every step had been calculated with such preciseness. The plan had been executed perfectly, how it could fail now!? Their only option now was to run. He gave the order to evacuate. The place was empty in minutes.

He looked at Heaften and saw him packing away the papers. Claus busied himself with loading his gun. He waited for Heaften to leave before moving out of the offices after him. However they were already cornered inside the building. Claus had fired a few rounds before he was shot in his good arm. He grimaced in pain for a moment before Heaften took over and shot down the rest of the men attacking them and they ran out of the building into the twilight.

He held the wound down tightly to apply some pressure as they ran through the dark streets of Berlin to get to the safe house. The wound was taking its toll on the man as he slowly began to lose more and more blood from his arm, but he paid no heed to it. With the stress of the situation and the wound, his body had gone into shock and he felt no pain. His single eye was looking somewhat heavy when Heaften stopped to take a break.

Claus was grateful for it. He had been basically dragged all thought the streets of Berlin and through the forest. Soon they were moving once more and it did not take them long to arrive at the safe house. Cluas looked around at who had made it back, He was glad to see that even, however many few, some of them had made it back. Of the few faces here that he could see it included Olbricht, Beck, Quirnheim, Fellgiebel and Tresckow.


Haeften seemed to have remembered who he had been dragging around and asked of his injuries. Claus looked at him and said "My body is in shock Haeften, I feel no pain, but that only tells me I'm doing worse than I thought I was" he said rather tiredly. His hand and jacket sleeve was covered in his own blood and was dripping to the floor slowly.

Claus stumbled a little, almost falling before landing on the table and holding himself up with his fore arm in which he poses no hand anymore. One of the other members cried out "For god sake help the man, someone!" clause's mind cared not to identify the voice with a name.

One of the other members came over and helped him up and said "Letâ??s get you a bed, you'll be alright Stauffenberg". Those were the last words Claus herd before his eye slowly closed and he passed out.
 
Werner was already feeling guilty for pushing Claus to his limits. The poor man had enough stress on his body and mind, knowing that he had just made dozens of men traitors, all being hunted down like dogs and scattering like rats. On top of that, he was shot and losing blood at a quick paceâ?¦ but to put the icing on the damn cake, he just forced the man to run for miles, making his heart pound harder to accommodate oxygen to the body, thus causing him to lose blood faster. The man grimaced as it finally dawned on him just how hard he pushed the man. Well, pulled, literally. But it was ultimately for his own good. You can reverse a bullet wound. Clean it up and patch it. You canâ??t reverse being dead. Had they stayed any longer or paused any more than they did, they could have been captured.

â??Iâ??m sorry, sir,â? he apologized. It was due. Although he ensured the manâ??s safety, he still risked the manâ??s health. He turned to get a medical kit- they had stocked the safe house with medical supplies and food. If their number remained the same, they had enough food to last them two to three weeks without ever having to leave the place. However, as soon as he turned, he heard the colonel fall behind him. Someone shouted an order to give him some help. Probably Oblricht by the sound of it. Beck hurried over to the colonel, telling him that heâ??d be all right and theyâ??d get him to a bed. However, Werner interjected, â??Iâ??ll carry him. You get the medical kit.â? The man agreed and Werner gingerly picked up the unconscious man, carrying the near-lifeless body onto one of the cots and placed him down. Haeften was never good at medical affairs. He nearly failed that bit at basic training. But he didnâ??t want to sit around, being useless while their colonel bled to death. Werner unbuttoned the bloodstained jacket, pulling it off the manâ??s shoulders and the white shirt beneath soon followed. For such a small wound, it sure caused a lot of damage. By this point, Beck was back with the medical kit and volunteered to clean up, remove the bullet, and sew the wound. But he needed a little light. Werner was handed a flashlight and he steadied it on the wound, allowing Beck better vision and thus, was able to work quickly. Within fifteen minutes, the only trace of the bullet wound was a few, small stitches. â??Now all we can do is let him rest,â? Beck muttered, placing the medical supplies away.

Werner found a small rag and used a spare bit of the water supply to dampen it and returned to Stauffenberg, placing it over his forehead. He hated waiting. Doing nothing. But if thatâ??s what it took to allow Claus to return to good health, then so be it. He had done so much in the past month, his body truly needed that rest.

The survivors all stayed up that night. There was no thought of sleep. Some were worried about being found and didnâ??t want to lose their life in their slumber. Others were troubled over Stauffenberg. All Werner knew was that the entire night, he just sat in his bed, waiting for Claus to wake. Between being in a remote place with no hint of society around them, and the lack of the colonelâ??s voice continuously barking orders to them, it was as if the world stopped.
 
Claus slept well into the next day. The entire ordeal had just worn his body out after all, he had probably been up for most of the day and night before he was shot. His body took it's time to rest and rejuvenate. It was at about 2 pm the next day when he stirred a little. He opened his eye slowly and looked around for a moment, his eye finding Werner at his side.

"I'm alive" he thought to himself. "We must have made it back to safe house". His recollection of the events that had transpired the night before was limited. He remembered the scene in the hall way and all that had come before, some flashes of running through the streets and forest but nothing more of their escape.

He looked down at his arm. He'd only been shot in the arm, a minor wound, something that should not have made him pass out. But he reasoned that it was probably from the stress and lack of sleep on the day it had happened. He looked at the ceiling and sighed for a moment. They could not stay here forever. They had to make some plans and arrangements and more so...he had to get in contact with his family before they tried to go after the people most dear to him.

He looked at Werner and said "Are you alright Haeften?" he asked him. It was kind odd he should ask such a question when Claus was the one in bed. Clause grimaced a little as he pushed himself up as best as he could to a sitting position. "Who else made it back" he said looking at Werner. Anybody could notice the look of disappointment in cluas's eyes. He blaimed himself for the plan having failed. However brilliant his mind was, he could not figure out why Hitler had not been killed, it would be a puzzle that would plague his mind for as long as he lived.
 
Throughout the night, two or three more of their number returned. He recognized Bernstorff and Bonhoeffer. The third, he was familiar with the face but not with the name. It was obvious that the crew was dejected at how little managed to escapeâ?¦ or to be more clear, managed to make it to the safe house. Maybe most of their number was able to avoid being captured and rather than risk their lives again, decided to flee the country and start a new life. He didnâ??t blame them. They had already done so much for their cause as it was. To ask for their lives a second time could be considered as too much.

They all ate breakfast in silence, unsure of what to say. It was strange. Before, theyâ??d be able to talk to each other as if it were nothing. Whether it was talking about how nice a day it was or speaking in conversations riddled with code words, they still did not allow a moment of quietness. Without Stauffenberg, it was as if they were all strangers again.

When Claus stirred, a breath of relief seemed to come from everyone in the room. Werner was tempted to order the man to lay back down but then realized that the colonel probably wouldnâ??t hear of it. He was a stubborn man and Haeften was in no place to tell him what to do, anyways.

â??Iâ??m fine,â? he replied, â??But you should worry about yourself.â? The lieutenant gave a gesture to all of the people in the room. â??These are who made it back. Iâ??m sure there are more survivors.â? But at the same time, many could have been captured and it was only a matter of time before someone had a loose tongue and gave up their whereabouts.
 
Claus looked around the room when Wener gestured. He looked around and cuaght the eye of each person, matching their face with a name. He was glad that that at least these people had made it back in the least. Claus looked down for a moment, his mind still trying to answer the question in his mind, Why did Hitler not die. His thoughts were interrupted when Oblricht spoke up and said "You should eat something Stauffenberg, you lost a lot of blood last night"

There seemed to be a mummer of agreement in the room. Someone got up and brought him a tray of food, more meat then vegetables to get his iron levels back up. Claus looked down at the food for a moment and said "I can't eat it....". Usualy he would have just used his good arm, but in the present circumstances he couldn't move both his arms, leaving him and the rest of the members horribly embarrassed.

However Claus seemed to smile. It was comical to him that he couldn't even feed himself yet he could make up a plan to inciate a coup in mere minutes. He started to chuckle to him self and said " Heaften, would you mind please?" he asked him with a chuckle. The rest of the group seemed to grin at him, probably relived they had not caused offense.

Claus thought for a moment to himself. They could not stay here forever, they would be found eventfully. They needed somewhere else to go for the time being and basically just to stay alive for now. His mind flurried over various places they could go, but none seemed entirely safe.
 
Werner couldnâ??t help but wonder what was going on in Stauffenbergâ??s mind at the moment. Everyoneâ??s minds, really. He considered himself lucky- unlike Stauffenberg, he didnâ??t have the responsibility of dozens of lives and unlike most of the men in the room, he didnâ??t have a family to worry about. His only brother was part of the resistance and understood what he got himself into. Both his parents were so old, they werenâ??t worth being held hostage and as for a wife and kids, he never married. His problems were so miniscule compared to the others, he didnâ??t know whether to feel relieved that he could focus on more important things or guilty that he was better off than the others.

And yet, even with so much less to bother himself about, he still forgot to offer Claus food. Thankfully, Olbricht made up for the shortcoming. He gave the colonel a strange look when he said he couldnâ??t eat it. What was the matter? Surely, there were no allergies to the food and he had to be hungry after losing so much bloodâ?¦ not to mention he didnâ??t see Claus eat a damn thing in a day and a half. But then it dawned on him that his good arm was rendered useless at the moment and he, along with everyone else, felt a little embarrassed for not recognizing this sooner.

He gave a small nod to the man, muttering a small, â??Not at all,â? and picked up the plate. He cut the meat into bite-size pieces, sticking the fork into one and offering it to the colonel. Haeften couldnâ??t help but feel bad for the man. Here he was, one of the brightest and bravest of his time, reduced to a bed and having food fed to him. Seeing this side of Claus was almost unthinkable and yet, they were all witnessing it.

Haeften wasnâ??t much of a talker, but the silence was killing him. It was as if everyone was mesmerized with the fact that Stauffenberg wasnâ??t standing and running around like his usual, busy self. â??Itâ??s good weather outside.â? Ugh, weather. How pitiful of a topic.
 
Claus seemed to smile a little to himself as he watched Werner's hand cut up his food for him. He felt like a child somewhat, being fed his food, but what could he do about it now, he had to eat. He couldn't just starve really, nor would the other members let him, so instead he turned it into something funny in his mind, not something of scorn. "Thank you" he said to Werner and took the food offered to him and began to chew it inside his mouth.

After having not eaten for almost 2 days, the food was very much welcomed by himself and his empty stomach. There was silence in the room while he ate. Werner seemed unable to endure it and he was the first to try and make conversation. Claus looked at him and said "Yes...I suppose it is" he said.

After some time passed, Werner had fed him half of the food on the plate. Claus looked up and said "Olbricht...would you please try to get in contact with my family...I would like to know if they are still safe" he said. Olbricht nodded and said "Of course, I'll do it now" he said walking out of the small room for the moment.

Claus then looked up and said "If you need to everyone, you can contact you loved ones as well, I'm alright now" he told them. They nodded and one by one they shuffled out of the room.

"You can go to Haeften" he said.
 
After feeding Claus the first few bites, the awkwardness wore off. Unanimously, everyone seemed to accept the fact that Stauffenberg was as human as they were. They all stopped staring at the man as if they were expecting some sort of brilliant idea to come from him in the middle of his mastication and busied themselves with either talking amongst one another or looking around the room and out the windows.

The lieutenant couldnâ??t help but let his mind wonder to think about what their next plan of action would be. To him, this was not over. It was a failed attempt, but it was far from being unsuccessful. Theyâ??ll learn from it, turn it around, and strike back twice as hard next time. He wasnâ??t the type to accept defeat- especially when he knew that they were perfectly capable of achieving their objective. However, heâ??d be stupid if he were to think that itâ??d be just as simple as their first try. Germany would be on high alert for quite some time and to make another assassination attempt would be twice as difficult, especially without the inner connection they had before.

He paused when Stauffenberg asked Olbricht to call his family and then ordered the rest to contact their loved ones. Werner was glad. By the way they all hustled out, it was obvious that they were worried over their familyâ??s welfare. He was sure the affection went both ways.

The lieutenant put the plate down, giving a small grin. â??Itâ??s all right, Iâ??ve no one to call,â? he replied, moving over to the table where he put his bag. He began to pull out the papers he manage to escape with and looked through them. â??I wonder if any of these will actually do us good someday,â? he mused.
 
Claus looked at Werner when he said he had no one to call. He nodded and said "I see". Claus's mind drifted back to other thoughts, back to their failed plan. He could not understand what had gone wrong, everything had been running perfectly.The only little hiccup was that Hitler was still alive.

His mind replayed the the previous days events. he tried to find where they had gone wrong. Then he caught it. The second set of explosives, they had not had time to arm them, was that why? But any blast could kill someone, if close enough, and he remembered putting the bag close to Hitler, had someone moved it?

His thoughts were interrupted by Werner's voice. "Most of that will be useless to us now" he said quietly Most of it was probably records of the districts of Berlin they had manage to capture. He looked at the ceiling and and sighed to himself.

"Our failure will not come with out consequence" he said quietly. The penalty for treason was death. Any that had been captured would be dead within the month. There would be a trail, but it would only be waste of time.

Claus thought to himself. They would not be able to act again for some time. They would have to remain in hiding. No one would be allowed to see them for a time, till the vulnerability that was felt in Berlin died down and they began to la in their operations again.
 
Werner browsed through the papers. Most of it really was useless- after all, they were the remnants of a failed mission. They were just colored-in maps of the districts they had turned over and a series of orders they had managed to put out- one of which was a copy of the operation itself. â??Better in our hands than theirs,â? he replied, shrugging his shoulders. After all, if they had seen these, theyâ??d have every detail on the assassination plan. Theyâ??d get a better understanding of the group and would be able to better prepare for another attack. At least now, they were still left to speculate what really went down on the July 20 plot.

â??Weâ??re alive, at least,â? he stated, â??And if weâ??re smart, weâ??ll be able to keep living. If having to hide away for a few months is our penalty, then so be it. Anything for the greater justice.â? Haeften returned his focus to the papers as he looked through the last of them, deeming them complete rubbish. However, he wouldnâ??t throw them out. Nor would he burn them just yet. There still could be something useful in them, somewhere. He stacked them up neatly and placed them in his messenger bag with a small sigh.

He knew that Claus was trying to think of what went wrong. It was obvious. Any leader would think back on even the smallest of shortcomings in hopes of trying to rectify them next time. â??No use in wallowing,â? the lieutenant stated, â??Whatâ??s done is done.â?
 
Claus looked down for a moment when Werner said their was no use in wallowing in the past. He knew he was somewhat correct in saying so, but they had been a hairline away from success. It was almost cruel to have been refused victory. He sighed to himself and said "Your right...."

He looked over at Werner and then back at the wall. Right now, with what they had, there wasn't much leg room to make any plans. Berlin was too hot. They would have to stay in hiding for quite sometime as Werner said. But he wasn't worried about that. Before the coup, he had sent his family away from their home. He was more afraid that they would be found, not about himself.

If they were found, he knew the army would not hesitate to take them as hostage to be used for leverage. He did not want them to be cuaght up in a failed plan. He had never indented to compromise their safety with this, it just turned out that way. It was then that Olbricht returned.

"I have some good news at least. Your family are safe, they were relived to know that you still live, your wife asked me to pass this on to you" he said putting a small piece of paper on his lap with a message on it. Claus smiled a little little at it, it was something secret, only he and is wife knew what it meant, to Olbricht it would have looked like something that had no meaning, or made any sense.

"Thank you Olbricht, feel free to contact your own family like the others"

Olbricht nodded and walked out of the room again.
 
Werner didnâ??t regret joining the resistance group. It was probably one of the things he was proudest of doing. However, he hated having to sit her and do nothing. There was still a war and it felt selfish to actually be concerned over their own lives. For the past month, sacrificing their lives in the name of Germany seemed so simple and easy that they never considered that they may actually have to.

But there was truly nothing to do. They couldnâ??t wander the woods- there were probably patrol teams all over and if they didnâ??t get caught outside, they could still accidentally leave tracks back to the safe house. Going to any cities were out of the question and even small, miniscule villages would surely be informed of their faces and treason.

â??Do you think we could find a way to contact the allies and have them help us?â? The poor bastards were probably too busy fighting their own battles. They would be either too occupied or too arrogant to spare a single soldier for a German rebel group. Pity.

His focus turned to Olbricht, a hint of a smile crossing his features when he announced that Clausâ?? family was all right. Lord knows how worried the man was and how hard he was trying to contact them. A curious expression crossed his features when the small paper was handed over to the colonel. â??Whatâ??s that?â?
 
Curious as ever Werner was. Claus looked at him and said "It's a message from my wife" he said softly. He smiled a little to himself. He remembered the short amount of time he had spent back at home before any of this. He was happy in those few days, so had his children. What child would not be happy to see their farther, especially one that was always away fighting battles.

He looked down at the few words written. It was something the both of them had written to each other in letters when they were younger and only engaged. Back then their relationship had been a bit of a secret so they wrote in a code so if they were caught writing, no body would no. He was surprise he still remembered how to decipher it. It had been so long ago

He grinned a little to himself and then put the paper to the side a little and looked out the window into the forest. They needed to lave as soon as possible.
 
The lieutenant couldnâ??t help but smile. He had seen many marriages in his lifetime either prosper or fail but none of them came close to the relationship Stauffenberg had with his wife. By the look on the manâ??s face when he saw the letter and the tone in his voice, he still sounded like they were still sounded like a young, lovestruck couple, willing to break any rule to be together. And thatâ??s probably what they were, minus the youth.

â??Thatâ??s nice,â? he replied, giving a small nod. There really wasnâ??t much he could say, even if he really searched for something to speak about. It was obvious that Claus was still basking in the afterglow of finding out that his entire family was safe and on top of that, he even got a message from his wife. He was happy for the colonel- he really deserved this moment after all the hell he had been put through. All of the men did, and he was sure that theyâ??d all have similar results once they came back from contacting their wives and families.
 
Claus continued to look outside the window and pretty soon the rest of the members began to shuffle back into the room looking slightly relived and not so stressed. They sat back down around the table. Claus sighed. Well for started he had to get his arm healed. He couldn't go anywhere right now. He looked at the other members and they seemed to be wanting something from him, some kind of plan. Well right now, he didn't have one.

Beck then said "Stauffenberg, I right of me to assume they we will be here for awhile"

Claus nodded and said "Yes...Berlin and the rest of Germany will be looking for us. We have to wait for it to die down a little before we go anywhere else".

Beck nodded, he such an answer was coming. "I see, well then I suppose the only thing we can do is to wait" he said.
 
Ugh. Stuck here for who knows how longâ?¦ needless to say, the thought wasnâ??t very appealing to Werner and he was pretty sure that the other men felt the same wayâ?¦ So what were they to do? Itâ??s not like they stuffed the place with things to entertain themselves withâ?¦ oh, no. That room was used for important things, like supplies. He scratched the back of his head, eyes shifting to look at the others in the room. Theyâ??d all probably get bitter and sick of each other soon enough. It was only natural. Who wanted to be stuck in a small house full of grumpy, old soldiers?

He bit his bottom lip, trying to think of a way to pass the time. They didnâ??t stock alcohol here, so drinking themselves into passing out was out of the question. Although it was a good way to waste a dozen hours, it wasnâ??t exactly the smart thing to do with half of Germany after them.

â??Considering it all, we still did a hell of a job.â?
 
Over the next week or so they remained in the safe house, none of them leaving, there were a few incidents that had left them all with panic in their hears when knocks came at the door. A few more members had returned. This was actually a bad thing becouse it meant that they would have to leave sooner. The supplies would only last them so long.

In the next week, Claus's wound had healed well and he was up and walking about. He knew the men were growing restless and a little irritable. They were all desperate to leave, but they were not stupid, leaving to soon would mean death.While he had been resting, Claus had considered a few places to hide. At first he had thought, where his wife had been hiding, but then he realized what an idiot he was. He would be putting her in direct danger if he did that, then again, he might have been able to protect her better if she was with him. In the end he dismissed the idea. Other places included a few remote towns with small populations, far from Berlin where news would be scarce. They seemed to be the best options.

It was now a week and half later from July 20. Claus felt as though they would be pushing their luck if they stayed here any longer. He thought to himself about it for awhile before he looked around at the rest of the members and said "Gentlemen and ...women" he said to the typist that had aided them in communication on July 20,"I think it's time to leave". The rest nodded and seemed to agree.

"Where will we go?" Tresckow asked.

Claus then layed out a map onto the the table. On the map were a few red markings on some select towns. "The towns marked here a remote and obsolete. They would probably have very little communication from Berlin and having a small population, news coverage would probably not reach them. They may not even know that we are traitors. they are the perfect hiding places. The reserve army has already scoured the smaller town near Berlin, but they would never expect us to run so far away and to somewhere so very remote" he said. He looked at the map and said "It would take at least three or two days of travel, we will have to go on foot and through the forests and countryside, we cannot risk using the roads, they will be looking for us on all the main highways and roads" he said.
 
The next week was almost torture for the group. Although all of them were happy to be alive, there was only so much to do in a little cabin that had nothing to do. Olbricht was usually the first to get cranky whenever the other men were being too loud. Wener usually kept to himself, writing notes in his journal and sketching out pictures of the woods outside, the men, the house- anything. He wasnâ??t much of an artist, but it gave him something to do. It wasnâ??t until one of the newer arrivals turned up that they actually had something to pass the time away. He happened to carry dice with him wherever he went, so the group usually crowded around each other to play craps or some other dice gameâ?¦ but games of chance were no fun without things to gamble with and since everyone didnâ??t seem to have a single coin to their name, that fun died out quickly.

At night, Werner would chance sitting just outside of the house, carefully hidden behind a tree or a bush in order to get a bit of fresh air. He never wandered too for or too long but it was just enough to keep him sane. They couldnâ??t even make much noise, either- or even have lights on after dark. Any sort of disturbance would cause suspicion.

Things got a little better once Claus was up and about. With their leader healed, all of the men- and woman- began to feel a little more upbeat with the hope that their next plan would soon unfold. And in due time, it did.

All of the men were silent as Stauffenberg explained their next course of action. Seemed good enough. It would be a dangerous few daysâ?? worth of travelling, but well worth it. â??Wouldnâ??t it rise suspicion if so many of us move in at once?â? He asked, frowning a bit. â??And if we split up, how will we communicate?â?
 
Claus looked at him and said "Which is why we will move in groups of 4. We each leave and hour after one another. So that if one group slows to tires, or in the worst case gets captured, the next won't be far behind and should one group need to communicate with another, they can jut wait or leave a message behind as we will all travel the same route" he said.

He looked around and said "We cannot afford to be caught using the communications lines which is why, should one group get captured or fail, we will have to leave them behind. When night fall comes the first group will stop and wait for the others to catch up and that will be where we rest" he said. He looked around table and said "Any questions?" he asked.



((gah short, 2 am brain here, ot very creative))
 
Ahh, sounds simple enough. Although it seemed a bit harsh to leave a group behind if they were unfortunate enough to get captured, it was thoroughly understandable. After all, they were willing to surrender their lives for Germany before and if they still remained here, then it was safe to assume that they still had that loyalty. Not to mention that they couldnâ??t risk an entire mission to follow the â??no man left behindâ?? rule. All they could do was pray for the best.

Werner gave a small nod to acknowledge that he believed that the plan seemed safe enough- or as safe as it could be, at least. And by the lack of mumbling between the others, it appeared that everyone believed that it was the best way to ensure their survival. Beck broke the silence first, asking a question that had been bouncing around in Haeftenâ??s head for the past few moments. â??So, whoâ??s in what group?â?


(It's okay. Mine's kind of fried, too).
 
Claus grinned at Werners next question and out of his pocket he pulled out the dice they had been playing with all weak and he said "We roll the dice". He then rolled the dice and landed a 4. "Apparently I'm in group 4" he said. He then looked around and said "Who's next?".

Olbricht seemed to grin and he rolled a 2 and so on it went. Soon they were all divided into groups.

He then said "We are going to leave tomorrow" he said. The rest of the room seemed to be relived and they nodded. Clause sat down at the table and said "Every group has to make sure that they have enough food and rations for the trip, we won;t be able to stop ad head into towns to stock up" he said.
 
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