Little_Zora
Really Experienced
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Alice shifted around in her car seat uncomfortably, staring out of the side window, frowning. None of this felt remotely right. Why had Calloway really been at the pension? And what kind of misunderstanding could it have been? The Russian sniper, the attackers, the blood stains on the wall? No, none of this made any sense. She had tried to convince the British Major to send a few of his men to have a look at the scene of the crime, but to no avail. She had told him of the traces of brutal violence, of Calloway’s heroic act of bravery, of the circumstances of her own escape, but Wiltshire had laughed, and turned her away with the polite impertinence only Brits were able to master. He had insisted that these incidents were quite common, that skirmishes between Allies in the different zones of occupation were not more than friendly wrestling between boys.
That was the only reason that Alice had finally given in and left the station. That, and the mocking stares of Wiltshire’s colleagues maybe. Because there was no reason that Alice could think of that a Major would risk the life of an experiences Lieutenant. If Wiltshire had actually believed that Calloway was in danger, he would have acted on her warning. Wouldn’t he?
Chris sat next to her, steering the car through the late morning traffic, her face an unsuccessful attempt of hiding her anger. Again, Alice felt sorry for her. Jake had behaved like an asshole towards his German sidekick. It was alarming that his harshness made her skin tingle with desire for him, that the way he simply took what he wanted, without hesitation, made her stomach churn with raw lust.
“Look…Chris,” she began, trying to pry her thoughts away from Calloway, the incidents in Zehlendorf, and Jake’s hands bruising her thighs. “Jake acted like an entitled jerk earlier, probably because he was as scared and surprised as I was about the shooting. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care for you.”
It sounded ridiculously hollow. Alice knew for a fact that Jake did not give a rat’s ass about Chris, that he was a man with a large appetite. It was the only thing she currently was sure of. The German girl did not reply.
“I’ll go over to the Blue Angel from the pension. Give you space? Maybe you can hash things out between you.” It was probably not a good moment to mention Prague.
But seeing Lieselotte Junker was more important than ever. Alice felt that she was the only one who could make sense of everything she had seen. She would also know where to find Calloway – or at the very least, where to look for him.
“I don’t need you to patronise me, you know.” Alice looked at Chris. “No, I guess not.”
“Jake promised me to take me with him, away from this burnt out shithole.”
“Then he should.”
“Look, I already told you…” Alice nodded. “Yes, I shouldn’t.”
The car came to a halt in front of the boarding house. “Thank you,” Alice said softly. “Tell Jake that I took a walk to see Lieselotte. It would be better if I went alone.”
Chris nodded, still frowning. Alice got out of the car.
“Good luck.”
That was the only reason that Alice had finally given in and left the station. That, and the mocking stares of Wiltshire’s colleagues maybe. Because there was no reason that Alice could think of that a Major would risk the life of an experiences Lieutenant. If Wiltshire had actually believed that Calloway was in danger, he would have acted on her warning. Wouldn’t he?
Chris sat next to her, steering the car through the late morning traffic, her face an unsuccessful attempt of hiding her anger. Again, Alice felt sorry for her. Jake had behaved like an asshole towards his German sidekick. It was alarming that his harshness made her skin tingle with desire for him, that the way he simply took what he wanted, without hesitation, made her stomach churn with raw lust.
“Look…Chris,” she began, trying to pry her thoughts away from Calloway, the incidents in Zehlendorf, and Jake’s hands bruising her thighs. “Jake acted like an entitled jerk earlier, probably because he was as scared and surprised as I was about the shooting. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care for you.”
It sounded ridiculously hollow. Alice knew for a fact that Jake did not give a rat’s ass about Chris, that he was a man with a large appetite. It was the only thing she currently was sure of. The German girl did not reply.
“I’ll go over to the Blue Angel from the pension. Give you space? Maybe you can hash things out between you.” It was probably not a good moment to mention Prague.
But seeing Lieselotte Junker was more important than ever. Alice felt that she was the only one who could make sense of everything she had seen. She would also know where to find Calloway – or at the very least, where to look for him.
“I don’t need you to patronise me, you know.” Alice looked at Chris. “No, I guess not.”
“Jake promised me to take me with him, away from this burnt out shithole.”
“Then he should.”
“Look, I already told you…” Alice nodded. “Yes, I shouldn’t.”
The car came to a halt in front of the boarding house. “Thank you,” Alice said softly. “Tell Jake that I took a walk to see Lieselotte. It would be better if I went alone.”
Chris nodded, still frowning. Alice got out of the car.
“Good luck.”