Ken half-carried and half-dragged Omi outside and soon they were trekking the vast expanse of snow-covered earth that was the property of the Germennschafts . After a twenty-minute jog , they reached the edge of a bare forest , which was bare in the weather . There were few evergreens in that area , and the scarcity of people living in the vicinity quite matched the solace come winter .

The sky was still dark and Omi had to negotiate the tree roots , sticks , stones and various obstacles with only Ken guiding him . Ken was quite adept at skipping through the sizable forest since he spent his spare time frolicking in it , despite his parents' constant protests . He'd tried dragging Omi with him as he did now , but the latter often refused and he went alone .

It was quite some time that they went through the forest with only companionable silence between them along with snapping of sticks and twigs . There seemed no end to the expanse of snow-covered ground shrouded in trees . Omi almost sighed aloud , but he knew that it would only cause the other boy to prod him even more and so he swallowed whatever exasperation he felt and continued on without a sound .

Finally , after what seemed like an eternity to Omi , they finally reached the outskirts of the forest on the east side . He could that they were in the east because despite the cloudiness , the feeble sun shone over them like a cloth-covered lamp .

Ken motioned for him to come near the small hill of snow looking over the ground below them and put a finger to his lips to ensure that not a word will be spoken .

Resignedly , Omi did as he had motioned and crawled to Ken's side as the brunette pointed to the clearing below them .

Raising an eyebrow , Omi peered over the mound and saw , his eyes widening , a group of men dressed in the black Nazi fatigues with the red and the white Swastika insignia sewn on the left breast .

Omi could tell , even from afar because he had seen enough of them before to last him a lifetime .

Frantically , he tugged Ken away and motioned for them to leave .

He had no fancy to remain there and get caught ; knowing that if they did , it would be straight to the garrisons ; if they were kind ; or in front of a firing squad . Either way ; Omi was NOT happy to be right there .

" Ken !" He whispered ; his voice sounding like a harsh shout to his own ears . " Let's go !"

The other grinned and shook his head . Mouthing the words " you go ahead ." before looking back at the activity below them .

Three tents were set up in the middle of the plain , a couple of Nazi trucks at parked behind them parallel to each other with two armed guards alongside each . On the clearing , in front of the tent was with the most activity . About ten , dressed in uniform , were setting up some sort of contraption that resembled a large machine gun of sorts .

Devices were set up on the monitoring booth behind them , manned by another uniformed Nazi soldier .

Their leader stood in the middle , watching all the activity from behind wire-rimmed glasses as he directed his soldiers with cold commands .

Omi couldn't help but crawl back to his spot a few moments before . He wasn't about to leave Ken there alone when he might get caught ; at least , in case that happens (and he hoped it won't) he would be there to bail the brunette out of trouble as always .

After several long minutes , the machine was finalized and they realized what it actually was , for the first time .

The large black metal tube they placed in the slot behind it was handled only too importantly to give away what it actually was . It was the projectile missile launcher of the blietzkrieg !

" Oh my god !"

Omi's breath got caught in his throat and with large , frightened eyes , he glanced at Ken who seemed to be rather calm about it .

" Let's go back home Ken ! WE got to tell your parents !" Omi's throat was dry , and it hurt to talk ... that was usually the way whenever he got frightened out of his wits .

" You go on ahead . I have to find out what they're going to aim at ."

" Ken !" Omi pulled his friend's arm but met resistance , the snow-covered gravel shifted under his feet and the rocks plummeted to the ground below , causing a soft thud-thud-thud .