The room is crowded with both sides standing arround, side by side. Them with weapons, us with ingenuity. Pioneer moves in close behind the guards. His hand darts as he barely touches the guard with his back to him.
A pen.
Pioneer slides over a foot and brushes past another as his hand dives in.
A folded piece of paper.
Another one as Pioneers heads towards the door.
Nothing.
He steps out of the door and adjusts his jacket to stuff the pen inside a hidden pocket. Behind the bunkhouse, looking into the sky, hands inside his jacket pocket the fingers unfold the paper. He looks around, there was nobody present, they are still inside. In front of the fence he looks down. It's handwritten and in German - some names and some numbers. It look linear - a list? A schedule? A shipping list?
The Captain will know, if I can pass it off to him. He'll be busy with the corpse now...it will have to be Mookie.
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