"Absconded" (Flock'⁴⁴)

## Plot

On September 9th, 1944; in days at the prison, Jonah and Hazel sat dejectedly in their dimly lit cells, the cold stone walls closing in on them, suffocating their hopes and dreams, separated by iron bars, they desperately sought a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in their darkened existence, a way to break free from the clutches of their merciless captors, the Nazis, who had robbed them of everything they held dear. Jonah had once believed he could outsmart the guards, but his clever tactics had failed, leaving him drowning in a sea of despair, his mind a barren wasteland devoid of ideas. As the Nazi guards callously delivered a meal of surprisingly decent food, a cruel reminder of their captors' power, they also left a twisted note on Jonah's plate, a twisted piece of poetry written with broken English, a sick expression of Kurt Ächenberg's enjoyment of their suffering, even going so far as to mention his favorite song and his childish fondness for birthday cake. It was enough to make both Jonah and Hazel cringe in annoyance, a constant reminder of the sadistic nature of their captors. But fate had not forsaken them entirely. In a moment of unexpected fortune, they spotted a slumbering Nazi guard, his snores echoing through the cold, stale air, creating a false sense of security. Jonah, driven by a desperate glimmer of hope, summoned every ounce of courage he had left and reached out, his trembling fingers stretching towards the keys that dangled tauntingly from the guard's belt. Yet, in his hastiness, he fumbled, the metallic jingle of the keys shattering the silence, as they fell to the unforgiving floor, just out of Jonah's grasp. The waves of disappointment crashed over him, threatening to drown his spirit, teetering on the edge of surrender.

Meanwhile, Hazel, a resilient and resourceful companion, conducted a thorough search of their cramped cells, her nimble fingers exploring every nook and cranny, her determined eyes scanning for hidden tools or secret passages that could pave their way to freedom. Time ticked menacingly away, each passing second a stark reminder of their dwindling chances. In the midst of their desolation, a faint voice emerged from the walls, a distant whisper that danced on the winds of hope. At first, Jonah dismissed it as a figment of his weary imagination, a desperate illusion conjured by his longing for escape. Yet, the voice grew stronger, more distinct, until its source was revealed – a young boy named Harry Clausen, a Danish associate of the German Resistance, Frau Lehmann. Harry had defied the odds, scaling a nearby pole and navigating the treacherous ventilation system, tirelessly striving to find a way out for Jonah and Hazel. Stunned, Jonah and Hazel listened intently as Harry divulged his daring plan for their escape. They were to remain silent, their ears attuned to every word, as Harry unveiled the assistance he had secured from Frau Lehmann, a crucial ally in their bid for freedom. With Harry's guidance, their shackles would be shattered, their prison walls reduced to mere obstacles in their path to liberation. And so, with renewed hope coursing through their veins, Jonah and Hazel clung to Harry's every word, ready to embark on a treacherous journey filled with uncertainty but fueled by their unwavering determination to reclaim their lives and defy the cruel fate that had befallen them.

As darkness descended upon the somber prison, Harry Clausen, disguised as a member of Hitler's Youth, infiltrated their captors' stronghold. He donned the persona of the Führer's son, his act so convincing that it garnered praise from those he encountered. Harry's mission was clear – to divert the attention of the guards and fellow prisoners, creating chaos and confusion that would cloak Jonah and Hazel's escape in the shadows of the night. As they finally reunited with Harry, a sense of relief washed over Jonah and Hazel, their hearts swelling with gratitude for their friend's bravery. Harry, known for his photography skills and quick thinking, had managed to capture their daring escape and the moments of their triumph against the Nazis. His actions had not only saved their lives but had also become a symbol of hope for others trapped in the prison's grim confines. Under the veil of darkness, Harry Clausen, skillfully disguised as a member of Hitler's Youth, embarked on his daring mission to infiltrate the prison. With unwavering determination, he assumed the role of the Führer's son, flawlessly embodying the persona and earning praise from all who crossed his path. The weight of his responsibility rested heavily on his shoulders, knowing that the success of their escape relied on his ability to maintain the façade. Every step he took, every word he spoke, was meticulously calculated to deceive and distract, to create the perfect diversion that would grant Jonah and Hazel the precious moments they needed to slip away unnoticed. As he maneuvered through the corridors, Harry's heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and fear, his mind racing with the knowledge that failure was not an option. With each passing guard, each suspicious gaze, he held his breath, praying that his carefully crafted disguise would not be unraveled. And as he reached the final checkpoint, where the fate of their freedom hung in the balance, Harry summoned every ounce of courage within him. With a steady voice and unwavering confidence, he engaged the guards in conversation, seamlessly weaving a web of lies and misdirection that left them oblivious to the true purpose of his presence.

They were captivated by his charm, his knowledge of their operations, completely unaware that their captive comrades were slipping away to freedom. The moment of truth arrived as Jonah and Hazel emerged from the shadows, their eyes filled with gratitude and determination. With a nod of reassurance, Harry led the way, guiding them through the labyrinthine maze of the prison, relying on his keen instincts and intimate knowledge of the layout to navigate the treacherous path to liberation. Each step was fraught with tension, their hearts pounding in sync, as they evaded detection at every turn. The walls seemed to close in around them, the air heavy with the weight of their captivity, but Harry's unwavering presence gave them strength. Finally, they reached the exit, the gateway to their freedom. With bated breath, they stepped into the cold night air, the taste of victory mingling with the bitter taste of the past. As they took their first steps towards a new beginning, Harry turned to Jonah and Hazel, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "We did it," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and hope. And in that moment, they knew that their journey was not just their own, but a testament to the indomitable spirit of resistance and the power of friendship.

Driven by his unwavering resolve, Harry's objective was crystal clear - to divert the attention of the vigilant guards and unsuspecting prisoners, constructing a theatrical spectacle that would grant Jonah and Hazel the golden opportunity to slip away, unnoticed, into the depths of freedom. With calculated precision, they skillfully acquired the keys from a considerable distance, Hazel being the first to seize the coveted key, allowing her to escape from her cell, followed closely by Jonah as they bolted through the dimly lit corridor, their pursuers growing more distant with each hastily taken step. Their hearts pounding in their chests, they raced towards a room that held a secret stash of Nazi gas mask uniforms, a disguise that would cloak their identities and grant them the advantage of blending seamlessly into the darkness that shrouded their surroundings. Whispering words of encouragement into Jonah and Hazel's ears, Harry guided them towards an alternative route of escape. Through the alleyways, away from the bustling main entrance, they navigated their way towards a hidden refuge near the church. Harry's knowledge of the area proved invaluable as they maneuvered through the treacherous terrain, avoiding potential traps and detection. The night air was heavy with tension, the weight of their mission pressing against their shoulders, but Harry's unwavering determination and unwavering belief in their cause propelled them forward. As they reached the outskirts of the town, their bodies trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline, Harry cast a final glance back at the prison, a symbol of their past torment and the beginning of their triumphant journey towards a future of freedom. The road ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and dangers, but Harry knew that with their unwavering bond and unyielding spirit, they would prevail. And so, hand in hand, they embarked on a new chapter, leaving behind the shadows of captivity and embracing the radiant light of liberation.

As they stepped onto the cobbled streets, the sound of their footsteps mingled with the distant echoes of the city's bustling nightlife. The moon, casting an ethereal glow upon their faces, seemed to silently witness their determination. Jonah and Hazel, their bodies still trembling from the adrenaline-fueled escape, took a moment to catch their breath. They knew that their journey was far from over, that the path ahead would be treacherous and filled with uncertainty. But they also knew that they were not alone. With Harry by their side, his unwavering loyalty and resourcefulness, they felt a renewed strength within them. They were no longer just individuals fighting for their own survival; they were part of a larger movement, a collective resistance against the darkest forces humanity had ever faced. In the days to come, they would regroup, plan, and strategize their next moves. They would gather intelligence, forge alliances, and continue to fight against the Nazi regime with every fiber of their being. The scars they carried, both visible and hidden, would serve as a constant reminder of their purpose, fueling their determination to bring an end to the reign of terror. As they walked further into the night, their footsteps were no longer just a means of movement, but a testament to their resilience and unwavering spirit. They were the embodiment of hope in a world engulfed by darkness, and they would stop at nothing to ensure that freedom and justice prevailed.

## Plot

Jonah and Hazel sat dejectedly in their dimly lit cells, the cold stone walls closing in on them, suffocating their hopes and dreams. Separated by iron bars, they desperately sought a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in their darkened existence, a way to break free from the clutches of their merciless captors, the Nazis, who had robbed them of everything they held dear. Jonah had once believed he could outsmart the guards, but his clever tactics had failed, leaving him drowning in a sea of despair, his mind a barren wasteland devoid of ideas.

As the Nazi guards callously delivered a meal of surprisingly decent food, a cruel reminder of their captors' power, they also left a twisted note on Jonah's plate, a twisted piece of poetry written with broken English, a sick expression of Kurt Ächenberg's enjoyment of their suffering, even going so far as to mention his favorite song and his childish fondness for birthday cake. It was enough to make both Jonah and Hazel cringe in annoyance, a constant reminder of the sadistic nature of their captors.

But fate had not forsaken them entirely. In a moment of unexpected fortune, they spotted a slumbering Nazi guard, his snores echoing through the cold, stale air, creating a false sense of security. Jonah, driven by a desperate glimmer of hope, summoned every ounce of courage he had left and reached out, his trembling fingers stretching towards the keys that dangled tauntingly from the guard's belt. Yet, in his hastiness, he fumbled, the metallic jingle of the keys shattering the silence, as they fell to the unforgiving floor, just out of Jonah's grasp. The waves of disappointment crashed over him, threatening to drown his spirit, teetering on the edge of surrender.

Meanwhile, Hazel, a resilient and resourceful companion, conducted a thorough search of their cramped cells, her nimble fingers exploring every nook and cranny, her determined eyes scanning for hidden tools or secret passages that could pave their way to freedom. Time ticked menacingly away, each passing second a stark reminder of their dwindling chances.

In the midst of their desolation, a faint voice emerged from the walls, a distant whisper that danced on the winds of hope. At first, Jonah dismissed it as a figment of his weary imagination, a desperate illusion conjured by his longing for escape. Yet, the voice grew stronger, more distinct, until its source was revealed – a young boy named Harry Clausen, a Danish associate of the German Resistance, Frau Lehmann. Harry had defied the odds, scaling a nearby pole and navigating the treacherous ventilation system, tirelessly striving to find a way out for Jonah and Hazel.

Stunned, Jonah and Hazel listened intently as Harry divulged his daring plan for their escape. They were to remain silent, their ears attuned to every word, as Harry unveiled the assistance he had secured from Frau Lehmann, a crucial ally in their bid for freedom. With Harry's guidance, their shackles would be shattered, their prison walls reduced to mere obstacles in their path to liberation.

As darkness descended upon the somber prison, Harry Clausen, disguised as a member of Hitler's Youth, infiltrated their captors' stronghold. He donned the persona of the Führer's son, his act so convincing that it garnered praise from those he encountered. Harry's mission was clear – to divert the attention of the guards and fellow prisoners, creating chaos and confusion that would cloak Jonah and Hazel's escape in the shadows of the night.

As they finally reunited with Harry, a sense of relief washed over Jonah and Hazel, their hearts swelling with gratitude for their friend's bravery. Harry, known for his photography skills and quick thinking, had managed to capture their daring escape and the moments of their triumph against the Nazis. His actions had not only saved their lives but had also become a symbol of hope for others trapped in the prison's grim confines.

Under the veil of darkness, Harry Clausen, skillfully disguised as a member of Hitler's Youth, embarked on his daring mission to infiltrate the prison. With unwavering determination, he assumed the role of the Führer's son, flawlessly embodying the persona and earning praise from all who crossed his path.

Driven by his unwavering resolve, Harry's objective was crystal clear - to divert the attention of the vigilant guards and unsuspecting prisoners, constructing a theatrical spectacle that would grant Jonah and Hazel the golden opportunity to slip away, unnoticed, into the depths of freedom. With calculated precision, they skillfully acquired the keys from a considerable distance, Hazel being the first to seize the coveted key, allowing her to escape from her cell, followed closely by Jonah as they bolted through the dimly lit corridor, their pursuers growing more distant with each hastily taken step.

Their hearts pounding in their chests, they raced towards a room that held a secret stash of Nazi gas mask uniforms, a disguise that would cloak their identities and grant them the advantage of blending seamlessly into the darkness that shrouded their surroundings.

Whispering words of encouragement into Jonah and Hazel's ears, Harry guided them towards an alternative route of escape. Through the alleyways, away from the bustling main entrance, they navigated their way towards a hidden refuge near the church. Harry's knowledge of the area proved invaluable as they avoided areas patrolled by Nazi soldiers, slipping through the shadows like ghosts of resistance.

As they stepped onto the cobbled streets, the sound of their footsteps mingled with the distant echoes of the city's bustling nightlife. The moon, casting an ethereal glow upon their faces, seemed to silently witness their determination.

Jonah and Hazel, their bodies still trembling from the adrenaline-fueled escape, took a moment to catch their breath. They knew that their journey was far from over, that the path ahead would be treacherous and filled with uncertainty. But they also knew that they were not alone.

With Harry by their side, his unwavering loyalty and resourcefulness, they felt a renewed strength within them. They were no longer just individuals fighting for their own survival; they were part of a larger movement, a collective resistance against the darkest forces humanity had ever faced.

In the days to come, they would regroup, plan, and strategize their next moves. They would gather intelligence, forge alliances, and continue to fight against the Nazi regime with every fiber of their being. The scars they carried, both visible and hidden, would serve as a constant reminder of their purpose, fueling their determination to bring an end to the reign of terror.

As they walked further into the night, their footsteps were no longer just a means of movement, but a testament to their resilience and unwavering spirit. They were the embodiment of hope in a world engulfed by darkness, and they would stop at nothing to ensure that freedom and justice prevailed.

Together, Jonah, Hazel, and Harry forged ahead, their bond unbreakable, their resolve unyielding. The night air whispered tales of bravery, of sacrifice, and of a future yet to be written. And as they disappeared into the shadows, their footsteps echoing with purpose, they knew that their fight was far from over.

## Plot

In that moment of despair, as Jonah and Hazel sat in their cold, dimly lit cells, the weight of their captivity pressing against their souls, an unexpected glimmer of hope flickered within Jonah's weary eyes. He knew they couldn't surrender to the suffocating grip of fear; they had to find a way to turn the tides and break free from the clutches of their merciless Nazi captors, who reveled in their suffering.

But how could they escape this labyrinthine prison, where iron bars stood as formidable barriers between them and freedom? Jonah's mind raced, desperately seeking a solution. And then, as if by some divine intervention, a memory resurfaced within his troubled thoughts.

Months prior, during their capture, Jonah had overheard murmurs among the guards, careless whispers that revealed a hidden passage beneath the prison. This secret tunnel, concealed beneath the cold stone floors, held the promise of escape. It was a sliver of hope that Jonah had tucked away in the depths of his mind, until now.

With newfound determination, Jonah shared his revelation with Hazel, whose tired eyes widened with a glimmer of renewed hope. They knew their chances of success were uncertain, but the alternative, a life trapped within these grim walls, was unbearable.

And so, with every ounce of strength they could muster, Jonah and Hazel began their audacious plan. They waited with bated breath for the opportune moment, knowing that the guards' routine was their only ally.

Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as they meticulously prepared for their daring escape. Their hearts pounded in their chests, their minds racing with the weight of their impending endeavor. Then, one fateful night, as the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the prison, their chance arrived.

It was midnight when the guards gathered in the common area, their laughter and cigarette smoke permeating the air. Jonah and Hazel seized the moment, their hands trembling as they worked together to quietly pick the lock on their cell doors. The sound of metal against metal echoed in the silence, a symphony of freedom.

As the cell doors swung open, revealing a path to liberation, Jonah and Hazel exchanged a fleeting glance, their eyes filled with a mixture of determination and fear. They stepped into the dimly lit corridor, their senses heightened, every footstep a testament to their defiance.

Their journey to freedom was treacherous, fraught with peril at every turn. Nazi guards patrolled the labyrinthine halls, their eyes darting, their ears attuned to the slightest sound. Jonah and Hazel moved with the grace of shadows, tiptoeing through the darkness, their hearts pounding in synchrony.

They crawled through narrow passageways, their bodies contorting to fit within the tight spaces. They scaled walls, their fingertips clinging to crevices, their muscles straining with each ascent. They navigated treacherous pitfalls, their instincts guiding them through the maze of hidden dangers.

But even amidst the chaos of their escape, Jonah and Hazel's resolve never wavered. They had a purpose beyond their own freedom. They sought to expose the atrocities committed within these walls, to shed light on the darkness that had consumed their lives. And so, as they traversed the hidden tunnel, they gathered evidence, documenting the horrors they witnessed along the way.

As they emerged from the underground passage, blinking in the blinding sunlight, their bodies weary but hearts ablaze with defiance, Jonah and Hazel knew their journey was far from over. They had not only escaped the clutches of their Nazi captors but had also unearthed a trove of damning evidence that could bring justice to countless victims.

And so, they embarked on

## Plot

Jonah and Hazel sat dejectedly in their cell, racking their brains for a way to escape their captors. The two had been captured by their enemies and thrown into prison, and they knew that time was running out. Just as they were starting to lose hope, Jonah heard a faint voice coming from the walls. At first, he thought it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, but the voice grew louder and more distinct, revealing itself to be that of a young boy.

The boy introduced himself as Harry Clausen, a Danish companion of a woman named Frau Lehmann. Harry had managed to climb up a nearby pole on the outside of the prison and find his way into the ventilation system, and he had been working tirelessly to find a way out. Jonah and Hazel were both stunned to hear Harry's voice, and they listened intently as he revealed his plan for their escape.

Harry instructed Jonah and Hazel to keep quiet and listen carefully as he revealed his plan. He had already secured the help of Frau Lehmann, who was determined to help them save a young girl named Ellie Levi. With Frau Lehmann's help, they would all be able to escape the prison together.

As night fell, Harry Clausen made his way into the prison, disguised as a member of Hitler's Youth. He pretended to be the son of the Führer, and his act was so convincing that he was praised by everyone he met. His goal was to distract the guards and other prisoners, creating a diversion that would allow Jonah, Hazel, and Ellie to slip out unnoticed.

The plan worked perfectly. Harry's charisma and acting skills were so impressive that he managed to draw attention away from Jonah, Hazel, and Ellie, making it easy for them to sneak out of their cell and navigate the maze-like corridors of the prison. They dodged guards and avoided detection at every turn, relying on Harry's guidance and quick thinking to stay one step ahead of their captors.

After what felt like an eternity, Jonah, Hazel, Ellie, Harry, and Frau Lehmann finally emerged from the prison, blinking in the bright sunlight. They were exhausted and terrified, but they were also filled with a sense of triumph and relief. They knew that they owed their lives to Harry Clausen and Frau Lehmann, the brave individuals who had risked everything to help them escape and save Ellie's life.