The Lost Case

I was ready to leave, my training complete. I had been ready since I started. I pushed through and now I came out on top. I thought about the time that passed by. Would I ever make it up. Suddenly I was in a strange room. There was an oil lamp next to the dirty bed I was now standing on. I heard voices, they sounded german. The next thing I new i had been hit on the head and knocked out. I woke up in a daze. There was a german soldier standing in front of me. His gun was pointed straight at my head. He was speaking not only german, but I could tell some russian. Another soldier came in, he spoke to the trooper that he could leave. He then talked to me in English. He said, "What the hell are you doing here?" "How the heck did you get yourself into all of this?" Without waiting for me to respond he cut the rope that had tied me up. He took me to a jeep, and we started driving away.

As the german soldier, and I were driving down the road we were stopped by a patrol vehicle. The driver got out and demanded to know the reason I was in the car. The german who helped me out -apparently his name was Hans- said, "I am taking him back to the encampmant for questioning." "Very well," said the other trooper. The patrol car then left. We began to travel west and eventually reached spain in which we took a plane to Pennsylvania. We hopped out, and we looked into the distance, as if we could see our future.

I woke up, Hans seemed frightened. He let out a cry of pain as someone came up from behind him, and stabbed him in the heart. I had to act quick. The murderer was coming up fast; I pulled out my bowie knife and took a few stabs at him. He dodged every blow and slashed at my arm. This was no ordinary knife, it was edged with the poison of a king cobra. From out of the wound seeped blood, I was slowly losing consciousness. Just as I though I was going to die I got a quick stab into the attacker, He shrieked in a language unknown to me, and then right in front of my eyes, he exploded.