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Erich brings up the rear, his hand never far from the pistol in his pocket.

There are five doors to the left, all offices after a brief examination, with a single door to the right and a final door at the end of the hall.

"Let's go through these one at a time, nearest first," suggests Erich. "We should start with the offices, then the door on the right, and finally the one at the end."

Jean nods in agreement and tries the first door

Herman holds his rifle ready and listens intently.

Listen check,This corridor sounds deathly quiet which is what makes the footfalls at the end of the corridor on the other side of the end door sound so loud.

Jean opens the door to reveal another office. This one looks undisturbed. A large portrait of Adolf Hitler hangs on the wall behind the chair so it was likely either the office of a very loyal Nazi or someone of rank.

"Now this looks promising," says Erich, peering into the room. "Someone important had this office. Let's check the desk and filing cabinets for documents."

"Psst! Someone's coming!" Herman bundles the other two quickly into the room, follows them and quietly closes the door so it is only just ajar. He peers through, looking down the corridor. "I heard footsteps past that last door." He whispers.

Close the door, quickly. maybe it is the man who told you to wait. let's hide or try to surprise him if he comes into the room.
Jean says, panicked. He holds the rake tightly and begins to sweat.

The door at the other end of the corridor opens and footsteps come down the corridor.

Erich stands with his back to the wall beside the door, so that the door itself will block him from view if it opens. He puts his right hand into his pocket and grips his pistol. The person who told us to wait wouldn't come alone, he thinks. He'd have sent a bunch of guys after us.

Herman grips his rifle, pointing it at the door, and listens intently. He grits his teeth.

The footsteps pass down the corridor ... then pauses in front of their door.

Someone puts their hand on the knob, wiggles it, then releases it.

Erich holds absolutely still, not making a sound.

Herman frowns, "Why pick on this particular door, and why wiggle the door handle but not enter - it's not like the door's locked." He thinks to himself.

Jean is freaked out but says nothing.

The footsteps continue on down the hall, then return, shuffling through the furniture and leaving the way they came.

A heavy silence follows.

Somewhere a grandfather clock chimes.

Erich nods and motions to the door with his chin.

What now ? we can't go back ...
Jean says.
we are trapped, someone want's are dead

"If we can't go back," whispers Erich, "we must go forward."