picked up her schoolbooks. To the soldiers of the occupation, she looked like an ordinary secondary school student and would not arise any suspicion. Just to be sure, the girl put on a pair of sunglasses to hide her fear. The girl drew the window shades closed, covering the view of the tower.

On her way out, the girl kissed her grandmother. She would not be returning home.

The girl left her house, went through her gate to the street, and headed toward the target at a consciously casual pace. She had not gone half a mile when-
she saw Luke.
Marching with the soldiers, like he was one of them.The betrayal and pain was written clearly on her face. Luckily she had on her sun glasses, or else the tears welling up in her eyes would have given her away.
She glanced over at him one last time, knowing that if all went as planned or if she was caught, that she would never see him again. As a tear fell from her eye and hit the dark asphalt, he looked up as though she called his name and-