The Baby's house was more like a mansion that a house. You had been brought to a luxurious room, and told to simply wait there.

''We will send someone for you, when everything is in place.''

All you could do was wait. You sat on the queen-sized bed, wringing your hands. You felt restless. You did not know what they wanted with Nina, but if they were right-wingers, then it could only be for something bad. You had been so nervous and caught up in planning your every move in order not to annoy The Baby, that you completely forgot to ask about it.

Luckily, they had not noticed your gun. This gave you an advantage.

The hours passed by, the big mansion totally silent. If only you knew what was going to happen, then you could use the time to make a plan, but you were clueless. Once again, your fingers found their way to the gun in your pocket, tracing it absentmindedly, seeking comfort in knowing that it was right there, in case you should need it. You could feel yourself getting drowsy. You had been up the entire night, but you couldn't allow yourself to fall asleep here.

Suddenly, you heard something. It was very quiet at first, almost impossible to hear, but then it got closer. Quiet footsteps, muffled by the carpet placed in the long hall, were making their way towards your room. Whoever it was outside, was walking slowly, you noted, almost as if they were out taking a walk in the forest, walking slowly to make sure they had time to look at everything. You quickly stood, one hand on the gun, ready for someone to walk through the door.

But they did not enter you room. They did stop in front your room for just a second, but then continued walking at a leisurely pace. When you could no longer hear the footsteps, you decided to take a peek outside the door.

The hallway was empty. Whoever had passed your door was long gone. Looking out a window you could see that the sky was bright now, whereas it had been a dark black when you had arrived.

All of a sudden, you could hear someone running on the floor above you. You followed the noise to the best of your ability, managing to find a staircase to the upper floor. The gun was lukewarm, but at the same time it felt cold in your hands. You had spent months preparing for this, you could not let yourself fail due to your nerves. You were just about to round a corner, when someone ran into you, causing you to on your behind. You quickly pointed the gun forwards, at the person who had run into you.

At first, you noticed the small handgun that was pointed at your face. Then, you looked past it and saw a familiar face.

''NINA?!''

The she sat, wearing the most revealing dress you had ever seen, and a big white fur coat. She too had her gun ready, but had fortunately not pulled the trigger. She mumbled your name softly, as you both stared at each other. Then she dropped the gun and lunged at you, causing you to fall down on your back with her on top of you. You returned the hug, both of you shaking slightly from shock.

''You're okay!? I thought they had hurt you. When I met The Baby, he told me that they had gotten hold of you, and that I had to stay here, or else... '' Her shoulders shook, ''They killed Ayse. I was so scared, what if they were just lying about you being safe?''

You rubbed her back soothingly. You didn't know what to say. After all this time, she was finally right here, right in your arms. Could you convince her to go home with you? Could she actually go home? You didn't know what to say, as she laid in your arms, dampening your shoulder with her tears.

''....Who is Ayse?''

Smooth, real smooth, but it seemed to trigger something in Nina. She lifted her head from your shoulder to look at your face.

''The Turkish district! They're gonna torch it! We have to stop them.''

''The Turkish..- Woah!''

You let out a small scream as Nina yanked you up from the floor, and ran with you in tow.

''I've already checked all the other rooms. Everyone in this mansion but us two has been killed. We need to get to the district, but there's something I have to check out first. I'm sorry to put this on you, but please go to Calvin Street and warn the people there. Can you do that for me?''

Hesitating for just a moment, you gave her your answer.

''Of course! You can count on me!''

Hitchhiking was definitely only something you had seen in movies. Definitely not something you had imagined that you would actually try, ever. Every adult in your life had at some point given the 'stranger-danger'-talk, and that included never hitchhiking. But here you were, sitting in a stranger's truck, which had to be slowest vehicle you had ever been in.

''Um, I really appreciate that you could give me a ride, but is it possible to go a bit faster?''

The big man in the drivers seat let out a gruff laugh, ''Hahaha, kid, you gotta understand that you have to enjoy the ride, no matter where you're going. Driving is one of those times where you really get to kick back and relax, while looking at the scenery surrounding you. And furthermore...'' You tuned him out. This ride would not be enjoyable, but if it meant getting you to Calvin Street, then you could sit through this torture.

''They're planning to torch Calvin Street tonight, you have to help me warn them!''

It was a total coincidence, but you had for some reason the little rat man, whom you had bumped into in Verden, was at Brücken Park. You needed all the help you could get, so it was a relief to see a ...somewhat familiar face.

''Hey, hey, look now, I don't know who you are, but you cant just waltz up to me and demand my help...-''

''I bumped into you in Verden! I remember you saying something about a cherry or whatever, but it doesn't matter. Listen, these people need to be warned...-''

''HECKEL!''

A new voice rang out through the air. A little boy, maybe around 10 years old, ran at full speed towards you. His red hair was straggly and all over the place, and his face was set in an expression of panic. Paying you no attention, he ran up to the rat-man in front of you.

He gasped for air as he spoke, ''They- they're going to burn Calvin Street tonight.''

''Say what now?'', he turned to look at you, ''Looks like you weren't lying, but what a stroke of luck this is! I can just waltz in and get that rug while everyone is fleeing.'' He declared with a complacent smirk on his face.

The kid looked outraged at this, 'Thief!'' he yelled at Heckel who started shushing the young boy.

''Quiet down kid, we don't need anybody hear you yelling. Not just the residents, I'm talking about those neo-Nazis too. Real thugs, skinheads with swastika tattoos, the kind of people that you definitely don't wanna get involved... with...''

Heckel's speech halted, when several big bodies towered over your little group. Skinheads, one of them with a swastika tattoo on his arm, exactly as Heckel had described. God, you just wanted to go home and sleep.

The cloth in your mouth felt disgusting, and smelled the same way. You fought against your restraints, but the rope was bound tightly, allowing no movement. Both Heckel and the kid were in the same situation as you, bound and gagged, sitting on the dirty floor. The skinheads had brought you three to a cellar underneath a big apartment building, and where now discussing amongst themselves. These men must have been working with The Baby, as they too knew of the plan to burn down the neighborhood.

''Even though they're from the pure race, they still are not clean. This building will burn tonight, let them burn with it.'' The others agreed before one cut in, '' Hey, isn't she the one The Baby told us to be on the lookout for?'' He pointed at you, ''She was to be brought to him if found.''

''But we're torching the neighborhood tonight, and The Baby is having his dinner real soon. He's been very uptight with this thing. I don't wanna be to one to interrupt him.''

One of the men, who was wearing a leather jacket, clicked his tongue at the other, ''Then we won't deliver her tonight. We'll just keep her somewhere else until the plan has been executed.''

You had the wind knocked out of you, as one of the skinheads hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and his shoulder hit your stomach. When he turned around to leave, you could see the panicked faces of the man and the boy left behind to burn together with the building you were now leaving.

From one cellar to another cellar. You had hoped that you at least wouldn't have to sit on another cold stone floor, but here you were.

''We just need one person to stand guard, to make sure she doesn't escape. We'll come back once the big fire has been started.''

And with that, you were left alone with one of the skinheads, who already looked more interested in playing with his knife than paying attention to you, thankfully. They had tied your hands to a rusty old pipe protruding from the wall. If the situation didn't terrify you, you might just have chuckled at the cliché of it all. Time to test if one of those clichés actually worked in real life. Shifting your body slightly, you tried to rub the rope against the rusty parts of the metal, hoping it would cut it. It took a while, but you could finally feel the rope loosening around your wrists. Your guard was too absorbed in his knife, and did not see you slowly bringing your hands forth from behind your back, to slip one of them into the inner pocket of your jacket, after having removed the nasty cloth in your mouth.

It was when you stood, that the guy finally seemed to grasp that something wasn't right. He stood up quickly while brandishing his knife, but halted when faced with the barrel of your gun. He looked alarmed at first, but that quickly changed to a stern glare.

''What do you hope to accomplish with such a small gun? I fight not just for my own sake, but also for the sake of our race. You are part of the pure race, if you just wait patiently, you will be brought to The Baby with no harm done. What do you hope to gain by this?''

''I don't give a shit for you neo-Nazis' ideologies, you fucking piece of shit.'' You yelled with clear disdain in your voice. He did not seem impressed by your answer.

''That is too bad. To think that there are this many pieces scum in our pure race. But I can't let you leave,'' he started running towards you, ''and YOU WON'T DIE FROM A SMALL WOUND IN THE STOMACH.'' He pulled his arm back, preparing to stab you.

''Always be prepared to shoot without hesitation.''

A shot rang out through the air.

The sky was dark, but the fires lit up the street. People were running around in chaos, some doing their best to put out the fires, while others simply fled the scene. The fires were quickly put out with everyone's help, with only a few people having suffered from burns.

You noticed some of the Turkish men circling around another man, one whom you recognized easily.

In the middle of the circle stood the doctor from Düsseldorf. Kenzo Tenma. The men around him didn't seem hostile towards him; in fact, they looked quite grateful and were thanking him for warning them about the fires. Good, someone had managed to get the word to them and stop the fires before they got out of hand.

But wait, what, why was he here? How did he know about the fires? Did he get roped into this too somehow? You tried to catch up with him, but it was difficult, as he walked away from the scene quite quickly, and you did not want to call attention to yourself by running, as they probably would be very suspicious of a white female running around the scene of crime.

When you finally managed to catch up with him, you were a bit away from the main street, walking down one of the side streets.

Further ahead, you spotted a small man, whom you recognized as Heckel, the ratthief. He was carrying a rug that almost was as big as he was tall. You were just about to reach out to Tenma, when he speeded up and grabbed Heckel once he reached him.

''Heckel! Where's Dieter?''

Letting out a 'yeek', Heckel turned around to face Tenma coming towards him. So they knew each other too?

''Tenma?! And hey, it's you! That girl from the park! Looks like you managed to escape unscathed.''

Tenma turned around too, to look at you, and appeared to be even more surprised than Heckel was, at your presence.

''I wasn't expecting to see you here, or rather, I had hoped I wouldn't see you,'' Tenma said, with a disapproving look on his face.

''Yeah well, you're here too.''

His eyes lowered just a bit before he turned to Heckel again, ''Tell me where Dieter is!''

''Eh, ah, he's down at the told factory by the river.'' He pointed in the direction of the river.

''Factory?''

''The wind's about to pick up from the river. If those Neo-Nazis set fire to the chemical warehouse down there, this place is done for.''

Just then, there was a sudden strong wind coming from the direction of the river.

It guessed that Tenma had undergone some training too, as he took out the Neo-Nazi standing guard near the warehouse rather easily.

''Ugh, we're really only getting ourselves in more trouble messing with these thugs. We should just let those turks handle it themselves.''

''Tie him up Heckel, and tell me where the warehouse is.''

Your hand inched closer to your pocket. You hadn't meant to get involved in this scheme, but you weren't just gonna let them burn down the district, if you could stop it.

''You don't need me anymore, right? I'll just make my way outta here...-'' Heckel hardly got to take two steps before Tenma had grabbed hold of his collar and shook him slightly, ''Do you want Dieter to die? Tell me where the warehouse is!''

''Oh c'mon, it's just down there, '' he pointed, ''you should be able to find it yourself. I'm certainly not planning on going with you and...- HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?''

As soon as you figured out which building he was pointing at, you took off running by yourself. The wind was already here, and there was no time to waste.

When you made it inside the warehouse, you saw Nina pointing a gun at yet another Neo-Nazi, who was holding up a lighter in one hand, and that little boy with the red hair from the park standing beside her.

''Wait, Nina!''

They both looked at you, shocked to see anybody else here. You whipped your gun out from your pocket and pointed at the same target as Nina.

''You're the woman who was talking to Heckel in the park!'' yelled the boy, while Nina had shifted her eyes to the man with the lighter once again.

''Wait, don't shoot! I don't want you to shoot.''

''And I don't want you to shoot either, Nina! I've already shot one of his buddies, so it's not like I can turn back at this point.''

''Hmpf, I though we had guard outside, but it doesn't matter.'' The man turned on the lighter, and both you and Nina tensed up, both ready to fire at him, when another voice cut through the air.

''DON'T SHOOT.''

Just he had said it, Tenma tackled the man from behind, causing him to drop the lighter on a trail of oil that you just noticed.

''Tenma!'' The boy let out a joyous exclamation at seeing the older man.

The lighter hit the trail, causing it to catch on fire, the fire travelling towards a bunch of chemical containers in the warehouse.

''The rug, Heckel! Use the rug to stop the fire!'' Tenma yelled.

Heckel hesitated, just enough time for the kid to grab the rug out of his hands and throw it on the fire trail, while Heckel yelled at him to stop. It was too late for Heckel however, as the rug was now soiled with oil, successfully strangling the fire.

It was silent. Everyone was standing still, as if wondering what to do next.

''Nina.''

''Tenma.''

Nina and Tenma gazed at each other for a moment. It seemed like they both wanted to say something, but weren't quite sure of what to say. Nina's gaze then shifted to you and she said your name just as softly. The moment was interrupted by the sound of police sirens nearby.

''Shit, the cops.'' Heckled exclaimed in shock.

''Run! I'll handle this guy.'' Said Nina as she grabbed the Neo-Nazi on the floor, ''You have to get out of here, Tenma!''

Heckled pointed towards the dock, ''There's a boat on the river, we can use that to get outta here!''

While Tenma and the two others ran for the boat, Nina turned to look at you.

''You have to run too!''

''What?!''

''You have to go! If you shot someone they're gonna arrest you, no matter what you say! Please, don't try to follow me, you've already been in enough danger as of now.''

After all this time, after finally catching up, you had to leave? But they were right; you couldn't let yourself get caught by the police. You could hear the sirens. They were close now. You had no choice. You gave Nina a quick nod, before turning on the spot, and running towards the dock, planning to hijack a boat of your own.

You could – no – you would catch up to her later. For now, you would retreat.