I never thought I’d die in a church.\n\nOur plane went down just past midnight. One moment we were flying through black sky, the next—fire, screaming, and impact. Most of us didn’t make it. Rensin died in the crash. Chase, Tibbet, and me—we crawled out. Ford was already barking orders, dragging us into the trees.\n\nNow we’re in a farmhouse, bloodied and low on ammo. Chloe let us in. Her brother Paul watches us like we’re ghosts. And maybe we are.\n\nFord has Wafner tied to a chair. The Nazi’s smirking, even with a split lip. 'You think this changes anything?' he says. 'The Reich will rise. You will fall.'\n\nThen Chase coughs—blood on his lips. A sniper’s bullet. He’s dying.\n\nI remember the lab. The dead man who stood up. The syringe in my pocket.\n\n'I can save him,' I say.\n\nFord turns. 'With what?'\n\nI don’t answer. I just pull out the serum.\n\nWhat do I do?