AFTER ENDURING AN AGONIZINGLY PROTRACTED JOURNEY TO FRANKFURT, the inseparable duo found themselves forcibly wrenched apart, violently torn in opposing directions; each thrust into the merciless clutches of relentless interrogation, their bond shattered, their hearts rent asunder by the cruel hands of fate. "Hey, you lay a finger on her, and you'll regret it!" The raven's voice pierced the air, laced with venomous fury as he confronted the German guard ushering y/n away. Every word dripped with a potent mixture of defiance and desperation, a final plea to protect his beloved from the impending torment of separation.
"Focus on saving your own ass, Egan... I can handle myself." y/n cried out, her voice tinged with fear and concern as she flinched after witnessing him receive a punishing blow to the gut for his outburst. "RUHIG!" Barked the blonde, commanding silence and absolute obedience as he escorted the girl away, his tone brooking no dissent. Instantly complying, the y/h/c reached the room within minutes. "Major l/n, please enter..." Greeted an unfamiliar man, his accent thick but comprehensible. As the guards departed, she felt a slight sense of relief, though it was quickly overshadowed by disgust upon seeing Hitler's portrait hanging on the dark, oppressive wall.
"I am your interrogator, Lieutenant Wagner." He introduced himself, his dull grey eyes fixed on the vacant seat before him, gesturing for her to take it. Startled by the abrupt slam of the door behind her, y/n quickly masked her unease with a cough, then composed herself and walked over to the chair. "Can I pour you a... cup of tea?" He asked, asked tentatively, uncertain if such hospitality was even available. "Whiskey, neat." The girl demanded instead, her gaze unwavering — fiery orbs boring into his, her guard held resolutely high, poised to strike at a moment's notice if necessary. "Thanks..." She murmured, taken aback by the decency.
