Bernard finally calmed down, although Ava’s unforgivable deed had struck him deeply. It was good to know that she would get her punishment, but he still could not believe that she would turn on him like this. Not Ava.
A sudden whipping sound filled Bernard’s ears and the Major suddenly stood right in front of him. Without dallying, the old man simply stuck the sharp end of his walking stick into Bernard’s stomach. At first it seemed like a dream, because there was no pain, but looking down on ribbons of scarlet birthed on his jacket, he knew it was real. Thin trickles of blood ran down onto his trousers, while the long thin shaft settled in his flesh. As the Major retracted the cutlass blade inside the casing of his walking stick, Bernard felt the rush of heat blossom over his skin under his clothes. He made no sound, apart from a groan, and he felt to his knees.
On the dirty floor of Hessler’s chamber Bernard heard the chauffeur enter and the order that followed filled him with dread. “Kill the hostages. Take pictures on Bernard’s phone and bring it to the car.”
Without a word or a second assault, the men left the bleeding Bernard behind as the rain and wind continued, oblivious to the hell he endured. There was no time. Rudy, the chauffeur would find Nina and the others if he did not act. With Major Rian on his way to the car, only Rudy was left. Bernard stumbled to his feet, holding his stomach. With all his strength, he toiled to climb the retractable ladder that led through the roof of the chamber and into the vast room where Nina was kept. If he could just make it into the room, even just enough to warn her, he hoped.
Bernard stuck his head through the trapdoor, his gaze level with the floor. Nina was sleeping on the blankets provided. The thick stone walls did not carry the sound of the altercation below her. “Nina! Nina!” he tried hoarsely. She did not wake and he could not scream. But he could alert her. His weakening fingers hooked around the cell keys on his belt and unclipped them. With great difficulty, he tried not to drop them as his body became exceedingly numb, and he lifted the keys above his shoulder. He was standing on the stepladder, aiming for Nina’s head.
With all he had, he threw the keys, striking Nina on the back of the head. She jumped up fiercely, frowning and thoroughly pissed off. “What the fuck!”
“Nina!” Bernard wheezed, finally getting her attention. She turned to see his ghostly countenance, void of blood, peeking at her from the floor. “Jesus Christ, Bernard!” she shrieked in fright. From under him, Rudy had stalked up to him and pulled his legs away. Nina watched Bernard fall back into the hole and she knew something was happening. It was then that she saw the keys, an irrefutable sign of trouble. Quickly she scampered to unlock the gated cell doors.
A gunshot clapped at the hole where Bernard fell, but Nina just barely dodged the bullet. She fell hard on her knees to avoid the ricochet of the second and slithered down the narrow stairs to where Brian was screaming her name.
“I am coming, sweetheart! I am on my way!” she cried as she ran-fell over the stone stairs where the women were wailing and panicking to protect the boy.
“We heard gunshots!” Pam said when she saw Nina stumbling toward them with the keys. “Did they get you? Are you hurt?”
“Nah, I am alright,” she huffed as she tried key after key without success.
“How did you get the keys, Miss Nina?” Brian asked.
“Bernard gave them to me,” she panted heavily. They heard Rudy’s footsteps clap down the stairs toward them. “Here! You look for the right key so long,” Nina ordered Pam. “Anything can hit him with?”
“Try this,” Sue said, and passed Nina the steel tray.
Rudy was not stupid. After the petite historian evaded his onslaught upstairs, he doubled back through Bernard’s chamber to follow her voice downstairs. He knew she was there, waiting, but he was not afraid of a small woman. That was perhaps his greatest error.
Rudy emerged through the doorway, keeping his gun tightly by his side. He was not an idiot, toting his gun out ahead of him to be struck from his hand, even if she was that strong. Nina used the tray’s edge, like a discus, to strike the deadly chauffeur’s kneecaps, a move he did not see coming. It was very painful, but hardly enough to immobilize him, which she was aware of. Nina grabbed his gun side wrist and rammed her fist into his scrotum, which had better effect so soon after the initial surprise. Rudy yelped like a dog at the end of a boot, and Nina utilized the momentary upper hand perfectly. She speared him backwards off his feet, just as Pam managed to unlock the cage they almost died in.
While Nina straddled the man, Pam screeched in rage, and attacked. Her weight held him down as she helped Nina keep the gun away. Both women knew that murder was the only way to survive now. With Pam holding Rudy down, Nina grabbed him by the sides of his head and lifted it a few inches. With one powerful thrust, she slammed his skull down on the edge of the stair. It cracked like an egg under her force and Rudy’s body went limp.
“Do not look at him,” she said to Pam.
“No fucking problem,” Pam replied.
“Bring me a blanket, so Brian cannot see this,” Nina requested. She covered his dead pearled eyes and the bloody stairs under him. “Listen, we have to get to Bernard’s office quickly.”
The two younger women led the way with Brian helping his grandmother move in their wake. Outside it was pouring, so they did not hear the major returning to see what was keeping Rudy. Once they found the room under Nina’s former prison, they stopped abruptly.
“Oh my God,” Pam said, quickly halting her son and Sue. “You cannot see this. He is dead.”
They waited in the corridor as Nina snuck closer to see what Rudy had scribbled in his own blood. From the doorway, Pam asked what it said. Nina carefully read the information.
“A swastika,” she frowned. “Above it it says ‘Bendera’ and ‘Herxheim am Berg’ underneath it.”
“Great, so what is that all about?” Pam asked.
“Miss Nina,” Brian summoned.
“Wait a bit, honey,” Nina said. “I am just trying to figure this out.”
“Miss Nina,” Brian repeated. “There is a man in a suit coming this way.”
“Oh shit!” Pam growled quietly and seized Sue and Brian. She pulled them into Bernard’s room and hid around the corner.
Nina had to cancel the threat creeping up on them before she could decipher Bernard’s message. Peeking around the corner from the low vantage point of her haunches, Nina saw Major Rian take the stairs down to where the Callany’s had been kept.
“Oh shit, he is going to find his mate lying there and he will know!” Pam whispered.
“Shh, he already knows about us,” Nina told her in a hard whisper. It dawned on her that he would soon discover Rudy’s body and mar their escape. “Wait here!” she said, and scarpered down the corridor, right to where the Major was.
“She is daft!” Sue whispered.
“No, I know what she going to do,” Pam smiled. “Using gravity.”
She was right. As Major Rian rounded the corner to the stairs, he saw the covered body. “Rudy!” he cried. “Are you done yet? We have to go!”
Nina stood right behind him at the top of the stairs, while he thought the body was one of the hostages. “Rudy’s dead, motherfucker,” Nina said, and pushed the old man hard. He wailed as he tumbled down the long and narrow stairs, landing on his chauffeur’s corpse.
“Is he dead?” Pam asked from right behind her.
“Good God, Pam. Scare me to death, will you!” she shrieked. “Let us go see what the message means.”
Back in Bernard’s chamber, Nina crouched to have a look again. “I know what he is trying to say. Bendera was one of four prisoners who escaped Auschwitz. Okay, so what is that to us?”