Imagine the only light you have is smothered by trees, only blades of white to guide the way. Imagine that and running through tons of overgrown grass, shrubs, and plants. Now to top it off, add angry Nazi soldiers with machine guns chasing after you, and you have exactly what is happening to me. And I can't forget the constant swarm of insects that surround my face. It was not fun, but i had been through worse. I was soon catching up to David. Phil had surpassed us all since he was programmed to. Sometimes I grow so paranoid that one of these days he'll rise above all and take over the world. The Huntsman has taken to the trees like Tarzan picking off our pursuers with his crossbow. I would've helped, but shooting a gun would attract them to our position. Keeping them unaware would keep them off our backs. "Alright, Squid," said David through huffs of breath, "they know we're here, so let's make this quick."
I nodded and we ran. Phil was going to quickly set the distraction, so I had to be ready pretty fast. Phil was going to feel tired after the run, so I would have to ignore rest. David and the Huntsman was going from the cellar, up. They would clear the way for our escape. The only thing that troubled me in the back of my mind was who was the inside job? They must have been informed that we were coming, there was no other way. But who? Not Phil, unless the Nazis offered extra oil. David? Of course not, he was a true-blood British Jack. The Huntsman maybe, he seemed to be the best bet. Oh, by the way, it isn't me.
2103 hours
We made it to the forest edge, and the outer rim of the castle's courtyard. The whole courtyard was smothered with troops. David, Huntsman, and I were crouched down in hiding as we surveyed the battlefield. We wanted to get through with as little combat as possible. They had laid a kind of blockade of jeeps about the castle, armed with machine guns. There was no way we would be able to get through without being cut down.
"Hey, look!" David had pointed toward a convertible that roared into the courtyard, with an officer in the back. He turned toward us, and I saw him wink. "It's Phil." Phil did have a Nazi officer uniform on and papers. Even though it was programmed for recon and for Nazi officer ideals and customs, it was uncanny how able he was without anyone's help. And there he was, being dropped off at the entrance of the castle, the soldiers hardly giving him a second glance.
"We'll never hear the last of this one," I muttered.
That's when I heard a clack, like a lock. I turned to see a board of nailed wood lift up from the ground. A face peered out. "Hello, the way is open," it spoke.
"Then, we welcome your hospitality," replied David as he crawled toward the open trapdoor. I do recall those lines being some kind of code for something. We followed David through the trapdoor, me last. I closed it behind me as he made our way down several metal rungs that made a ladder down. We came at last to solid ground surrounded by several wine drums. The owner of the face was a young girl, almost twenty it looked like. She was dressed as a cook, her face plastered with flour. "Hurry, there isn't much time," she said before she started off and we after her.
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