POWER RANGERS: LAST ENGAGE: ROTATION: BROKEN GLASS

A Nazi officer sat at his desk as he finished paperwork. He was the last one in the office as all the others had left for the day. While this was a time of war, all he had to worry about were Polish insurgents. The soldiers were doing well at keeping them at bay and made sure the Jews followed the rules in the ghettos, not that it mattered as the liquidation would happen soon.

The door opened and it slightly startled him. He looked up to see the soldier on night duty poking his head through the door.

"Everything all right in here, Sir?" the young soldier asked.

"Yeah, everything is fine," the officer said. He leaned back in his chair. "These old Polish schools can be creepy don't you think?"

"Yes, sir. They really give me the creeps."

"Just remember you're a soldier in the great Nazi army and there is nothing scarier than us," the officer said.

The young soldier smiled. "Yes, sir. Good night, sir." He stepped out, leaving the officer alone once again.

The officer went back to his work. It wasn't long before he heard the door open again. He thought it was the soldier again but it shouldn't have been. He looked up and saw no one. He wondered if a window was open and the wind blew it open but he could have sworn he heard the door shut completely when the soldier left.

He got up and poked his head out and saw nothing. He closed the door and walked back to his seat. Just as he was sitting down, the door swung open again. He stood up with authority and stormed over to the door. He swore that if this was someone's joke, he was going to put them on the next train to Auschwicz. He looked down both sides of the hallway and saw no one. There was no way someone could have hid in time without making any noise.

Suddenly, a force grabbed him by the neck and held him in the air. He grabbed at his throat in a futile attempt to loosen the grip. Finally, his body went limp.

The young soldier on duty turned down the hallway. He thought he heard some commotion but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He shone his flashlight in several of the rooms but didn't see anything. He peered into the office where the officer was sitting earlier but didn't see anyone. The door was still open and the light was still on. He knew he wasn't in the bathroom as he had just passed them and there weren't any lights on in there.

He just turned off the light and closed the door.

Christen walked out of the hospital. Her Nazi savior had left some time ago after she thanked him and he told her how he found her lying under some debris. It painted some Nazi soldiers, at least one, in a different light. She figured it made sense that not all of them were evil but the actions of the whole regime would encompass every one of them.

She looked at the city and the people. Everything about her surroundings screamed something out of a history book. The clothes, the cars, the buildings did not look modern at all. People stared at her and it was a little unnerving. She was used to people looking at her for different reasons.

She turned a corner and saw multiple Nazi soldiers barricading the entrance to a school. No one bothered approaching them to find out what was going on. She couldn't blame them, Nazis were scary and would kill at a moment's notice.

"So, they let you out?" a voice said behind her. She turned around to see the officer that had taken her to the hospital.

"Yeah, they said I was fine to be released," Christen said. "What's going on here?"

"I'm not supposed to say but one of our officers was found hanging inside one of the buildings."

"Oh, that's too bad," Christen said. She was clearly lying and mentally enjoying the thought of a dead Nazi officer but she wasn't going to show that out in the open.

"We don't have any leads, except the report of the night watchman. He isn't a suspect because he wouldn't have had the strength to lift the officer that high on his own."

"Let me guess," Christen said. "Your suspicions are that a group of Jews did it."

The soldier chuckled. "The thought had crossed my mind. I'm sure there are others who are more adamant about the idea. I'm assuming you're not?"

Christen shook her head. "No. I'm pretty sure this is the work of something other than relatively submissive Jews, whom Nazi soldiers believe killed one of their officers in a Nazi building and strung him up for all to see. They must've known soldiers would come after them."

"That's a pretty good point," the soldier said. "Do you have any ideas?"

"You're going to involve me into an official investigation?" Christen asked.

"Not officially," the soldier said. "I'm just curious to hear what you think."

"My ideas are a bit out there," Christen said. "You'd think I'm crazy and then ship me off to one of your camps."

"There are other ideas I'm playing with besides the Jews," the soldier said. "There is an urban legend around here about a girl that was killed in that building and her ghost haunts it."

"So, you think a ghost killed the officer?" Christen asked.

"I didn't say that," the soldier said.

"You wouldn't be saying it if a part of you didn't believe it."

The soldier smiled. "You bring up another good point."

"By the way," Christen said. "Your English is very good."

He smirked. "Your German is decent too but I'm technically American. I was born in America but when Germany started its run, they required all true Aryans to return to the Fatherland."

"You're kidding?" Christen asked. The soldier shook his head. His demeanor made it seem like it wasn't an issue for him.

"Anyway, some crazy ghost isn't what worries me," he said.

"Oh? And what is so bad that could scare the old mighty Nazi regime?" Christen asked. She made her sarcasm pretty clear, hoping he'd catch it.

"Believe me," he said. "There are things that even Nazis are afraid of."