"Get up." Mila was roused from the sleep that had finally managed to overtake her, her eyes blinking into focus as they fluttered open. The springs creaked underneath her as she rolled over on the thin mattress she'd curled up on, still dazed and confused from being woken so suddenly. Her entire body ached, every muscle throbbing from the various beatings she'd endured over the last thirty-six hours.

Wiping away the black crust her mascara had left underneath her eyes, she looked down at the smudges on the backs of her hands. She didn't need a mirror to know she looked awful. She was still wearing the clothes she'd had on nearly two days prior, and the little makeup that hadn't been cried off, was streaked down her face. She winced as she pushed herself into a sitting position, her stiff muscles coming back to life. S.S. Wagner was standing over her, his arms crossed impatiently.

"Come on, let's go," He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet.

"Where are we going?" She asked, though she didn't object as he pulled her towards the door.

"Someone wants to see you," He replied indifferently.

"Who?"

"You're quite inquisitive this morning," He said with exasperated sarcasm. "You'll see," He added, before she could ask any more followup questions. She followed along in silence as S.S. Wagner led her down the corridor, stumbling every few steps as she tried to keep up with his quick pace. His tight grip on her arm held her steady as they continued down the hallway until they reached a familiar door. It was the room she'd been put in when she'd first arrived. Opening the door, S.S. Wagner pulled her inside.

"Here she is sir," He said, the door closing behind them. Her blood ran cold as she followed S.S. Wagner's gaze to a man seated at the table. Heinrich Muller.

"Thank you S.S. Wagner," Mr. Muller smiled pleasantly, giving him a nod of thanks. S.S. Wagner nodded back before turning for the door and leaving.

"Hello Ms. Goldstein," He greeted her once they were alone. Please, sit," He gestured to the chair across the table from him.

"I'd rather not," She said coldly.

"My apologies," He began, his pleasant demeanor never wavering. "I see you mistook my politeness as suggestion ... It wasn't. Have a seat," His smile faded as he gestured to the chair again. Reluctantly, she crossed the room and pulled the chair out from the table without taking her eyes off him. "We're both well aware of the predicament you find yourself in," He began once she was seated. "And I hear you've been making it harder on yourself with your defiance. This could all be quite easy ... If you tell us what we want to know."

"So you can kill me after you get what you want?"

"Humph," He chuckled. His eyes held her's, staring holes into them as he studied her. She glared back defiantly, neither saying a word. "When you first came here," He finally spoke. "I'm sure S.S. Wagner told you he could make it better for you ... That he could make all this go away if you just answered his questions," He smiled. "You were right not to believe him. It was a lie. You see, the truth is ... You won't be coming out the other side of this alive. But you know that, don't you?" He asked with a smirk. "That's why you've been so tightlipped ... It's the only bargaining chip you have left, and it's not a very good one."

"I would disagree," She countered.

"There are far worse things than death Ms. Goldstein," He smiled as he leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. "All of which, despite what you might think, you have yet to experience," He fell silent, his eyes scanning her face, searching for something ... probably fear, she guessed. She stared back at him blankly, not giving him the satisfaction of scaring her. "Now ... While you might not have a choice in the destination, you do, however, have a say in the path you take to get there. It can either be a quick, dignified path ... Or a long, rather painful one. Do we have a clear understanding?"

"Crystal."

Let's begin then, shall we?" He began, clasping his hands together on the table. "For starters, why don't you tell me what you were doing at the War Office the night before last? You obviously weren't dressed to attend a banquet," He paused, his eyes scanning down her frame, inspecting her clothing. "So I can only assume your purpose for being there was something else."

"I was there to kill you," She replied matter-of-factly.

"Humph ... Were you now?" He chuckled. She stared back at him, giving no reply. "That's quite a bold move for the British," He arched an eyebrow. "Sending in an inexperienced, naive girl, to carry out an assassination."

"I was acting alone."

"You went rogue then?" He gave her an intrigued look. "Tell me ... What makes me so detestable to you that you'd throw away everything to see me dead? We'd only just met after all."

"We've met before."

"Have we?"

"In a way, yes," She replied. "I knew exactly who you were the moment I saw your face."

"Please," He held up his hands in a shrug. "Enlighten me."

"There was a doctor and his son," She began in an even voice, clenching and unclenching her fists underneath the table. "You killed them ... Drug them out into the street and shot them."

"You'll have to be more specific than that. I've killed a lot of people," He gave her an amused look.

"They were Jewish, and spies for the British," She pressed on. He had to remember. How could you not remember shooting two people in the back of the head?

"Hmmm ... Still not ringing any bells I'm afraid." This was all a game to him. An amusing little game.

"It was my father and brother," She clenched her jaw. She could feel the anger rising within her. She hated him ... Hated him with everything she had.

"So you wanted vengeance for your family," He spoke in a patronizing tone. "How terribly uninteresting ... I expected more from you."

"You murdered them," She said, her voice rising slightly.

"I executed enemies of the state," He shrugged callously.

"What made them enemies? Their espionage or their ethnicity?" She shot back, her face becoming hot with anger.

"I suppose both," He smirked.

"You disgust me," She shook her head.

"You're not the first person to say that to me, and you won't be the last."

"You're a monster!" She spat, the chair scraping loudly across the concrete floor as she stood abruptly to her feet.

"Finally ... Something other than defiant indifference. Now we're getting somewhere."

"We're getting nowhere," She said through gritted teeth. He had been baiting her ... Trying to make her angry, hoping she'd slip up and divulge something. And it had worked. Maybe not as well as he'd hoped, but it had worked nonetheless.

"We'll see about that," He smiled maliciously at her. He had gotten under her skin just enough to weaken her resolve to stay silent, and he knew it. She wouldn't let that happen again.

Spinning on her heel, she turned for the exit. Mr. Muller made no effort to stop her as she grabbed the knob, and turned it. Jerking the door open, her body rammed into the towering frame of S.S. Wagner, who had, of course, been standing guard at the door.

"Trying to make a run for it?" Wagner asked, grabbing hold of her arms. "I thought you were smarter than that."

"It's alright," Mr. Muller gave a disinterested wave of his hand. "We're done here ... See you soon Ms. Goldstein," He said, his evilly pleasant smile returning. "When you reach your destination."