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28: Höllenkrieger

28: Höllenkrieger

"How could you be so irresponsible?!" Charles wanted to shout, he really did, but he knew losing his temper wasn't appropriate at the moment. Still, that didn't stop him from giving his sister a serious, hard look.

Shrugging, Cassandra, who had been brought to the central camp of the Ak by John, looked at Charles and rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, everything turned out fine, look, not even a scratch." To prove her point, the girl stood up and spun around gracefully. Her dance practices, though boring, had given her a certain elegance in her movements.

"That's not the point," Charles sighed. Only God knew how mortified he had been when he and John met up with James' team, only to discover that his sister had rushed completely alone into enemy territory.

Fortunately, John had moved quickly and brought her back. Of course, the super-soldier hadn't said what state he found her in, or if she had been in trouble, but it was easy for Charles to deduce that his sister hadn't been having the best time. Her disheveled appearance was the most obvious sign—she was someone who preferred to look "elegant" and would do anything to maintain that.

The fact that she couldn't stay clean told him she had been in more trouble than she was willing to admit.

Seeing the two siblings argue made James, who was observing the general situation of the camp from not too far away on top of one of the half-collapsed buildings, feel somewhat nostalgic.

He wouldn't say it out loud, even if they tried to force him, but in a way, James was starting to miss his brother—kind of fucked up considering they usually fought almost all the time over silly things.

Still, they had always been there for each other, in the bad times and the worse ones.

'Just hang on a little longer, Victor,' he thought as he watched the camp where they were stationed from his elevated position. Almost eight hours had passed since the battle began, and everything was going as well as it could.

They had pushed the Nazi army back beyond the river that splits the city in two, completely taking over the Wola district and a few others. James would say the special team he was part of was the reason, but the truth was, it was the people of Warsaw who made everything move even faster than expected.

When the civilians realized what was happening, they didn't hesitate. Even if they had no weapons, even if they weren't soldiers, they provided all the help they could, making the battle much easier and tipping the scales in favor of the AK (Armia Krajowa).

John was right when he said they only needed to be the war hammer and let the Polish citizens do the rest. At this rate, they could soon completely drive the Nazi occupation out of the city. Then, they would sweep through the surrounding areas and could begin their true mission—rescuing Victor, stopping Hydra, and saving millions of lives.

James had always been a wanderer, in the conflicts he had been involved in throughout history, even just a mercenary. He never really imagined he'd end up involved in something as big as this. He had always lived day by day, never really thinking about the future, because when you had all the time in the world, did the future really matter?

Looking at all the civilians who had been rescued during the conflict, with bright smiles on their faces and hope blossoming in their eyes... James realized that maybe his future didn't matter much, but the future of others? Maybe that future did matter.

"I see you're deep in thought." John's voice pulled him out of his reflections, though he had already sensed his approach. He turned to see him extending his hand with a cigarette in it. James took it and let the man light it with the lighter he carried.