Hey everyone. So, I am back after a very long Hiatus. I know this story is probably forgotten about, but I want to see if I can revive it. Sorry about this chapter jumping around a lot, but I am just easing back into the story. I hope you enjoy. Please leave a review if you see any way I can improve or just to let me know you enjoy the story. Many thanks.

FS OUT.

Franz groaned softly from his aching muscles as he stretched. He'd been sitting at this desk for the past seven hours and not once had the Colonel allowed him to rest. He'd been working and reworking equations all day to make sure that the machinery would operate properly, going through his chemical equations to make sure that the exact amounts would be used for the test subjects that XANA would be bringing him soon. He hated his work, and for the past month he had been completely unable to leave this place. He'd had no contact with the resistance. He didn't even know if they still planned to free him and more importantly, his daughter.

His eyes teared up a little just at the thought of her. He didn't know what room they kept her in. How she was doing. If she was even still alive anymore. He had to hope though. With all his heart he hoped that she was okay, and that the resistance would come soon to take them away from this hell hole.

His ears perked up slightly when he heard voices behind him. They were in the large gymnasium, the only place in the school that would hold his equipment. Out of the two offices, one had been made a simple sleeping quarters for him, and the other had become XANA's office for when he wanted to keep a check on the project. Coincidentally, he hadn't left that office for the entire day. Straining his ears, he could just barely make out the conversation. What he did hear horrified him though.

"Herr Colonel, we believe that we've managed to locate one of the resistance hideouts. A small bar near the station in the eastern part of Paris. It is called the Tracks End." A younger soldier spoke. Franz could practically see the grin that had broken out onto the Colonels face as he spoke.

"Good. Take two squads, go make an example of him" Auchman told the soldier, who left to follow the orders.

Aelita looked out from her tiny room in one of the old dorms, snow covered everything. Instead of the kids she believed once played in it, the only people out there were the guards dressed in black. She heard another group of planes fly overhead, most likely German fighters. She hadn't seen her Papa in over a month now. Xana kept him locked up in that laboratory all day, even forcing him to sleep down there. She couldn't leave here either, her tutors had stopped coming, and two guards remained outside her door at all times. Her only look at the outside was this window on the third floor of the building.

"Papa, I miss you so much. I need you Papa." She whimpered as she held onto Mr. Puck tightly. She glanced at the window once more through tear streaked eyes, and finally caught a streak of color. She grabbed a pair of binoculars she had made from her set of magnifying glasses in her science kit and looked. She recognized the boy instantly, the same blue sweater and brown jacket, a black scarf covered his mouth, the piercing blue eyes were the same she had seen that day back in the fall, during the shootout. Aelita knew she should alert the guards. That this boy was probably dangerous. Yet something stopped her, and instead, she settled in, and continued to watch him as he hid in a small alley from the guards.

Jeremie looked out at his old school, he took note of the guard towers, of the SS that patrolled the grounds outside. He withdrew a small notepad and piece of charcoal, sketching out as many details as he could in an effort to make a rough map. He glanced up every now and again, taking in more information and looking out for guards. Having captured everything he could from the ground, he headed for a nearby fire escape.

He pulled the scarf tight around himself before climbing up. It was very cold out tonight, and he could already feel the chill seeping through his thin gloves to his hands. He quietly scaled the ladder, worried that the slightest groan would alert the Bosch across the road to his presence. He breathed a sigh of relief as he rolled over the low wall of the roof and into the snow that rested on top of it. It was dark up here, above any working street lamps or patrol man's flashlight, the only light left was that of the moon. Jeremie moved into a low crouch as he eased up to the edge of the building that overlooked Kadic itself. He kneeled down and started sketching more details. He started to scan the tops of the buildings for any positions when he noticed a small light in the window.

Focusing in, Jeremie could clearly see a girl starting back at him through some homemade device. He knew they'd made eye contact and practically flattened himself to the building's roof, disappearing behind the lip of it. He lay there, waiting for the sound of alarms going off and dogs barking.

Aelite watched as the boy ducked down so that she could no longer see him, she kept watching, curious about this blond haired boy. She kept watching as he slowly poked his head back up over the wall. When he brought his binoculars back up to his eyes, she tentatively waved at him. She no longer cared if the guards found out, or what they would do to her. They'd taken everything from her already, so what more could they do.

Her eyes widened when the boy waved back, just as nervous as she seemed to be. It was oddly comforting, to at least feel that someone was as scared as her. She tried to sign to the boy in sign language, but he didn't seem to understand. For a few moments they stared at one another, trying to communicate. Then the boy peered down to his watch and, with another glance and wave, the boy turned and went back down the way he'd came. Disappearing from the fire escape and into the alleys. Aelita sighed, wanting to have learned or accomplished more of whatever had just happened. She wasn't sure yet, but she would be ready if the boy ever returned.

Luc had just finished washing up everything. It had been a busy day, and he was happy that no Bosch were staying in his bar tonight. He hadn't heard from Jaq in a while, nor had the German scientist shown up to help with his own escape. Neither worried him much though, as he figured the scientist couldn't get away for the time being, and Jaq was always busy with one thing or the other.

He was just about to lock up for the night when the two trucks stopped in front of the bar. German soldiers piled out of both as Luc opened the door. He noticed that they all had weapons, and most certainly weren't the type who normally came in for a late drink. They weren't even normal Wehrmacht, but were SS instead. Luc took a breath as he opened the door.

"Ah, good evening. Can I help you all?" He asked the Sergeant who had climbed out of the lead truck. His response was a rifle butt to the stomach. Doubling over in pain, Luc reached for the pistol he kept hidden, but the Nazi smashed the rifle into his arm, causing a sickening crack. The man reached down, pulling the pistol away from Luc and throwing it inside the building. Two of the other soldiers proceeded to beat Luc, delivering kicks to his stomach and chest. His vision burned, and he had trouble breathing as his ribs broke. Finally, he mercifully blacked out. The last thing Luc smelled, was the smell of kerosene.