"Where did you go the other morning? I woke up and you had disappeared," Josef's voice sounded from behind Mila, causing her to jump, almost spilling the cup of coffee she had just poured herself. "I was worried about you," He added.

"I didn't think it would be wise to be seen leaving your house so early in the morning, so I slipped out before anyone could notice," She lied quickly. She had known Josef would ask her where she had ran off to at some point, though the busy morning of meetings they had sat through had impeded any chance of conversation between them.

"You should've woken me up," He argued.

"You had such a long night, I didn't want to bother you," She lied again.

"Well, I still wish you would've at least let me walk you home," He continued, though it seemed as though her answer had been sufficient enough for him not to press further. "Especially with the people who set off the bomb still out there."

"They still haven't been caught?" Mila asked with mock interest, in an effort to change the subject.

"They have been now," He replied. "I was called into work probably not long after you'd left. We caught them last night ... A couple of kids, weren't any older than seventeen. I'll never understand it ... Destroying your own city to make a point," Josef shook his head.

"Humph," She nodded, forcing an agreeable smile. Deg Haag wasn't the Dutch people's city ... Not anymore. It had been lost, like the rest of the country, the moment the Germans had invaded Holland. "What will happen to them?"

"Well, no one was hurt so I imagine they'll be sent to a labor camp," Josef shrugged. Mila glanced away, her mind flashing to Gwen; Those kids responsible for the bomb were no older than she was. "Are you alright?" Josef asked, placing a hand against her shoulder. "You seem preoccupied."

"I'm fine," She shook her head, feigning a smile. "Just a lot left to do before I go home for the day," She lied, though it wasn't entirely untrue. She had finished typing up the minutes from that morning's meeting, even the agenda for tomorrow, hours ago, and had been focusing all of her energy on thinking of a way to get the transport information from Josef.

"Well I won't keep you from your work for much longer," Josef's concerned expression relaxed into a smile. "About the other night," He began in a lower voice, glancing around to ensure they were alone. "I never got the chance to thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," She shook her head, waving a hand at him.

"I've never talked about my brother that way with anyone. You were right ... It helped," He pressed on, nodding in thanks. "And," He continued, taking her hand lightly in his. "If you ever need to talk, I'd love to listen."

"Thank you," She smiled at him. "Ahem," She cleared her throat when he hadn't released her hand after a moment.

"Right... Well," He let go, glancing around to ensure they were still alone. "I wouldn't want to be late for my meeting. I'll see you later Ms. Vanderwall," He smirked.

"Captain Fischer," She nodded, returning his smirk.

Josef turned and walked out of the break room, disappearing through a set of double doors at the end of the hallway. Turning on her heel, Mila walked the opposite way, returning to her desk. Opening the blue folder she had left on her desk before her break, she began skimming the agenda she had typed up for tomorrow's meeting, her mind wandering back to her plans for obtaining the transport locations. Josef had freely volunteered the information she had already given to the Lingards. She had been able to get it out of him with a little bit of casual conversation ... Something told her the specifics, like times and locations, weren't going to come up over dinner as easily though.

"I just need to drop off these files on Operation Workhorse, then I'll be ready to go," Mila heard from across the room. Glancing up from her papers, her eyes fell on Lieutenants Schneider and Weber. She recognized them both from the daily briefings with General Eichmann, though she had never spoken directly to either of them. She knew, however, that Lieutenant Schneider had been attending the special meetings about the supply transports to Berlin. She eyed the file he held at his side ... Operation Workhorse ... She didn't recall ever hearing that name before. Could it be the codename for the Stalingrad relief effort? She watched out of the corner of her eye as Lieutenant Schneider walked across the room to the General's office. Turning the knob, he walked inside, returning after a moment, the folder he had held no longer in his hand.

Keeping her eyes on Schneider, she watched as he walked back across the room to Weber, the pair walking out of the building together. Looking up from her desk, she glanced around the room. The office was completely empty except for her, the rest of the typists already having gone home for the evening, and the remaining officers in the afternoon meeting Mila was never invited to.

Looking around for any sign of someone else, she stood up from her desk, grabbing the folder she had been pretending to look over. She needed to see what was in that file Lieutenant Schneider had been carrying. It very well could hold the answers she desperately needed ... And if she could get them without involving Josef, even better. Gliding across the room, she approached General Eichmann's door, glancing behind her one last time, she turning the knob, opening the door just enough to slip inside.

Wasting no time, she approached his desk, her heart beating like a drum against her ears. Her eyes scanned the stacks of papers and folders sitting atop the dark chestnut until she saw it - a bright red folder with Operation Workhorse stamped across the front. Glancing towards the door, she opened the file, quickly scanning over the first page. 'January 5th ... Arnhem ... January 9th ... Bocholt ... January 11th ... Essen,' She read, snippets of dates and locations popping out as she scanned the pages. This was the information she had been looking for, she was sure of it. Flipping through a few more of the pages, she looked over the various maps that had been sketched out, detailing the path the transport trucks would take.

"Thank you Captain," she heard General Eichmann call from outside the door. Closing the folder, she grabbed the file she had carried in with her just as General Eichmann opened the office door.

"Ms. Vanderwall," He said, a look of surprise on his face as his eyes fell on her.

"Oh, hello sir," She said, mustering the best smile she could. "I - um - finished the agenda for tomorrow a little early," She said, holding up the blue folder in her hand. "I didn't want to disturb your meeting so I thought I'd just slip it in your office before I left for the evening ... I hope that's okay," She added, peering up at him innocently.

"Of course," He replied, his face relaxing into a pleasant smile.

"Well," She said, skirting around him as she made her way for the door. "I suppose I should get going."

"Ms. Vanderwall," General Eichmann called from behind her.

Her heart racing out of her chest, she turned around to face him. "Yes sir?"

"The agenda?" He said, pointing to the file she still held in her hand.

"Oh, of course," She laughed nervously. "Sorry ... It's been quite a long day," She added, giving him an apologetic smile as she handed over the folder.

"No problem," He shook his head. "I trust you'll get plenty of rest for tomorrow. We have another long day of meetings."

"Of course sir," She nodded, the nauseous feeling in her stomach dissipating slightly. "Thank you." With that, she left the office, her legs feeling as though they might give way at any moment. That had been close ... Too close. Reaching her desk, she began gathering her things, not wanting to waste anymore time before leaving.

"In trouble with the boss?" A familiar voice called from behind her. Turning around, her eyes fell on Lieutenant Hoffmann.

"No ... Why would you say that?" She asked, her tone coming off more defensive that she had intended it to.

"Relax," He chuckled, leaning against her desk. "I was only joking."

"I was just giving General Eichmann the agenda for tomorrow morning's briefing before I left for the day," She said, turning her attentions back to packing up her things.

"Well I'm glad I caught you then," He said, the smirk on his face evident in his voice. "There are some high ranking officials coming to visit next week and there's going to be a banquet held in their honor."

The knot in Mila's stomach tightened ... She knew where this was going.

"Considering you still haven't let me take you out, I was wondering-," He continued but she cut him off.

"Oh Lieutenant Hoffmann," She began, mustering the most apologetic smile she could as she turned to look at him. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea..."

"There'll be dancing ... Champagne," He continued, ignoring her objections.

"I'm afraid I'm already going with someone," She blurted out.

"Oh," He said, the smirk he had worn deflating into a frown. "Who?"

"A ... Friend," She lied, biting her cheek as the warmth of a blush crept up her chest and neck.

"A friend?" He asked, his eyebrows arching in suspicion.

"Yes," She nodded confidently.

"Well ... Save a dance for me then," He said, his smirk returning as he pushed himself off her desk, his eyes trailing down her body one last time before he disappeared out the door.