The Life That I Have

Chapter 4

It was about two in the morning when Adele was awakened by a strange noise from downstairs.
  She glanced around her. Anya was sleeping like a baby across the room.
  Careful not to wake Anya, Adele reached for her pistol which was lying beside her and tiptoed carefully across the attic, until she reached the flickering candle which was perched on top of an old crate.
  Shielding the candle with her hand, she walked silently down the attic stairs.
  Hearing another alien footstep, she left the candle to fend for itself whilst she nervously held out the gun in front of her, slowly cocking it.
  She heard a door creak, and she gave a small gasp as a man walked into the room.
  "Phillipe!"
  "Adele! Where have you been? Jean-Marc was worried about you!"
  "Where do you think I've been?" she hissed back.. "I missed curfew, I had to stay here!"
  He gave an impatient sigh and hugged her, awkwardly.
  "I thought the Gestapo had got you!" he murmured softly.
  She pulled away from him.
  "And if I had been, it would have been damn risky for you to come here! And anyway, I was discovered."
  "Discovered?! By who? How?"
  "By the owner, or rather the occupant of this house."
  "Occupant?" she had succeeded in thoroughly confusing Phillipe. 
  "Yes. A nineteen-year-old British citizen who's in the war, way out of her depth," Adele said mysteriously.
  "What? I don't understand?" he looked unbelievingly at her.
  "There's no time to explain now. Look, do the Maquis actually know you've come here?"
  "Erm… well… not exactly…?"
  Adele gave an exasperated sigh, and turned her back on him.

Rudi paced back and forth in his quarters, trying desperately to work out a solution to his problem. He had two choices: One, he could betray his fatherland (the most preferable solution) because it might save a great many lives, including that of Yvette, or two, sit tight and hope he would get a promotion soon.
   He need a plan. And soon.

Whilst the mechanic was indulging in a surreptitious cigarette, Anya was busily shoveling (stolen) sugar into his petrol cans.
  Adele had not managed to persuade her to desist from her little patriotic acts. Neither had she introduced Anya to Phillipe. The less Anya knew about the whole Resistance/Maquis setup, the better.
  This time, Anya managed finished her sabotage before the mechanic returned.
  As she slipped away from the garage, she felt a sort of pride. She had impressed Adele last night. A fully trained, British agent had been impressed by her!

Rudi strode out of the Town Hall casually, as though he was going down to the café for lunch. Except he was going a bit further than that. He was going to the hills, to the old, abandoned castle of St. Catherine's, to the Maquis.
  Passing the café, he retrieved a pencil and a small sheet of paper from his pocket. He was going to write a letter to Yvette in case the Maquis decided to shoot, rather than trust a German, even if he was intending to save all their lives.

  My Dear Yvette,
      If you are reading this letter, it is probably because I'm dead. But, I do not intend to let my message die with me. I am writing to warn you that the Abwehr have discovered where your base is, and are planning to massacre it soon, very soon. If I have indeed been shot, I would not blame blame your friends for a moment. I too would not trust a Nazi who was seemingly trying to help you against his own people.
  Rudi Hein

He folded the note and put it in his pocket. Leaving the correct change on the red tablecloth, he set off down the road.