Escape to Danger

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Tonight, escape to danger. I am the wist, and I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. To Frederick Pontiac, an American citizen caught in Germany by the war, death came slowly and painfully, of starvation and torture in a cellar of a Nazi prison camp.

death was not the end for Frederick Pontier. It was the beginning of a new and bizarre chapter, for he died only a few days too early, and his body was hardly cold before his captors saw the handwriting on the wall, put there by a light shell. Yes, the Nazi's hours were numbered, and they all knew it. And that was when a plan was hatched in the brain of Commander Ernst von

One molar, Tom and Dan of the prison. A man high on the list of war criminals. Where is the man, Doctor? In the shadow he died last night. I think you'll do. I must look at him first.

We will have to hurry. The American swine will be here soon. We are storming to him now. Yeah, yeah. You have the dossier on, what's the man's name, Doctor? Pontiac. Princess Pontiac. Yeah, I have it.

Gradries Pontier. Yeah. Gradries Pontier. This one is Friedrich Pontier. See? Nah, mine. He was an old man. But three commander, the bone structure, the hair and eyes. Of course he is very king now. He has aged.