Who: Hans and Lucy.
When: Morning, December 1940.
Where: An empty office in one of the government buildings.
Summary: Lucy finally gets an interview with one of the Nazis.
Complete/Incomplete: Incomplete.
Rating: PG.

After several days of questioning random Nazis as they left work for the evening, Lucy had finally gone inside and asked for a formal interview with anyone involved with the government, preferably a German citizen. By that she really meant someone in the Nazi party. She had shown them her papers again and again, arguing rather successfully that she wasn't a spy and that they could call her editor at the Times if they felt so inclined. Finally, she was granted a press pass for one interview to be scheduled at the convenience of the government. So it was with excitement and a little nervousness that Lucy made her way to the address on the card that the secretary had given her a few days ago.

She went in through the heavy front doors and found herself in a rather large entrance hall with lovely parquette wood floors, although the rest of the place had fallen into a sort of disrepair; the paint on the walls had begun to peel and chip, and there were stains on the ceiling where water seemed to have gotten in. Lucy felt a kind of sadness that this wasn't the only building who's beauty had been tarnished by the occupation of the Nazis. She sighed and pushed the thought out of her head. There was a desk to her right where a young man not more than 15 or 16 was sitting in German uniform. She made her way toward him, the sound of her high-heeled footsteps echoing in the large hall.

"What is your business?" he asked officially, although the professional and tough exterior he was trying to portray was hardly believable with his voice cracking. Lucy handed him a form that had been given to her the other afternoon. It listed all of her information and instructions from the man she had talked to, as well as his signature and official stamp.

"I'm here to get an interview. I was told that someone would be here to speak with me."

"One moment, please." The young boy went through a door to his right and reappeared a few moments later. "You may wait in here." Lucy stepped over the threshold into a considerably tiny office of sorts, although it would have been more fitting to call it a broom closet. There was a desk and two chairs, making the room seem even smaller. Once she was inside, the young German closed the door. She listened as his footsteps fell away. Lucy was feeling rather nervous by now, hoping to god this wasn't some sort of trap to get her killed. She waited as the moments dragged on. If he wasn't there in a few minutes, she would leave.