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ahead. "What happened?" Lionel questioned. "I hurt my knee when I dropped down my bed,"
Isaac answered. As the prisoners marched through the rain, a mine pit appeared. "Get your
pick-axes! Work!" Victor shouted. The prisoners hurried and got their pick-axes. One
prisoner tripped as he dropped down a mine pit. "Stand up! Stand up! You, weakling!" Victor
called out to an injured prisoner. Victor grabbed a pickaxe and hit the prisoner on the head.
Chock! As Victor hit him in the head, perpetually. Victor stopped as the blood dropped out of
the prisoner's head which was slightly deformed. Victor stuck the pick-axe's sharp end on his
end. Victor heaved and breathed deeply as he cooled down from anger. Thock! Thock!
Thock! As prisoners mined rocks. Five days without food, Isaac and Lionel were tired as a
dog. "I'm tired. When is this going to stop?" Isaac whined almost in tears. "I - don't - know."
Lionel stuttered as he chilled from the cold rain.

As nine hours passed, the prisoners got a break. Lionel slouched while walking, and Isaac
limped as he coughed throughout the way. All prisoners were ready to sleep to get energy for
tomorrow's endless work. It was a cold winter night. All prisoners were on the bed, cooling
down. Isaac was on the bed asleep, while Lionel was on bed awake. Lionel heard footsteps.
He stood up from bed to see a Nazi guard. He realized the face was familiar. "Clarence?"
Lionel whispered. "Shh... Yes, I am Clarence, I can only take two away, I'm taking you and
Isaac." Replied Clarence in a low voice. Clarence Recca, a Danish, German Nazi Lieutenant,
is close friends with Lionel, Sebastian, and Isaac. Clarence decided to help save prisoners in
concentration camps throughout Poland. Lionel poked Isaac and immediately woke up and
saw Clarence. "Clarence, what... you?" Isaac uttered confused. "I'm slowly taking prisoners
away. Sebastian is free. He's out a week ago," Clarence explained. "Ok, pretend you don't
know me. I'm going to act mean like push you. Don't let them know we know each other ok?"
Clarence added. "Clear." Lionel and Isaac agreed. Clarence led Isaac and Lionel to the exit. A
guard was waiting by. "ID?" The guard asked Clarence. Clarence hands out his ID to the
guard. "Where are you taking them?" The guard questioned. "I'm taking them to another
concentration camp. It was sudden and they ordered me to take these as fast as I can."
Clarence responded, hoping to convince the guard. "Ok, so let's check these guys off the
book." The guard answered. "Don't forget their stuff." The guard added. "Ok. Thanks!"
Clarence replied. "Open the gate!" The guard commanded. The electric gates opened.
Clarence led Isaac and Lionel to a brick house that contained their personal stuff. Their foot
stomps on the mud caused their shoes to get dirty.

As they got near the brick house, it got colder. They reached the front steps of the brick
house. Clarence opened the brick house with a key. "You might want to leave your shoes.
They're dirty." Clarence hinted. "Right. You're right." Lionel answered, removing his shoes.
Isaac followed with no footwear. The cold cement made Isaac and Lionel uncomfortable.
"We want to get out of here quickly. We don't want to be near these guys. Take a shower,
clean yourself. I have food inside my car. You can eat there." Clarence suggested. "Ok,"
Lionel answered. Isaac and Lionel hurried to clean themselves as they wanted to eat from the
hunger they've been holding for a week. After a few minutes, Isaac got dressed. Lionel
followed and just in time, they were ready to leave. "Looking good." Clarence mentioned
with a grin on his face. "Thanks. Isaac replied. Lionel wore a brown coat with a black top hat
while Isaac wore a black tuxedo and a brown coat with a brown top hat to conceal their head
which may give a clue, they left the concentration camp. Clarence and Isaac were outside
waiting for Lionel. Lionel then ran outside waiting no longer to leave the concentration camp.
The three walked for a mile before they got to the parking lots. Isaac and Lionel sat inside the

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