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Vera came around the corner just as the door to the mill exploded inward. "That shouldn't happen with a flare gun," she muttered. She hoped that Harv wasn't too close to the explosion. Pulling her handgun from her purse, she advanced carefully.

Seeing the door explode, Bois Aussi whipped his revolver out of its shoulder holster and followed Vera in. He checked behind the door for lurking Nazis, found only one, and recognized he wasn't so much "lurking" as "bleeding and unconscious." Wise decision on his part, thought Bois Aussi.

Vera looked around the smoke filled room. There didn't seem to be anyone there, but it was very low visibility. She could hear Harv screaming in the smoke. Something about Rockie Mountain Pancakes. Harv was always worried about his next meal, but thinking of breakfast at a time like this was ridiculous. It was well past noon.

Bois Aussi kicked the bleeding, unconscious Nazi in the head a few times, just to make sure he remained both.

From the back of the smoke filled room, a voice shattered their concentration, "Ah, Miss Wayne, Monsieur le Comte. We have been expecting you!"

Harv screamed at them to hurry up.