Coughs resounded in the dim light cabin. A chill raced down Hamon's spine. Thanks to Eletta both the Egyptian and the roman found themselves in a concentration camp. Growling, the advisor gripped his shirt tight. The men, in the camp, where forced to wear stripped cloths with the star of David on their chest. Pulling downwards, Hamon ripped the shirt off; tossed it on the floor. 

Sunbeams made their way through holes in the siding. Through the dimness, Hamon noticed a man of similar build wondering around the door. Alexander had something on mind. Crossing his arms, the Egyptian shook his head. With his charcoal skin and Alexander's commanding voice, why did the Germans ever believe they were jews. The Egyptian watched Alexander put his fist through the door; cursing in his native tongue. Roman's despised jews. For him to be title as one was a death threat. Making his way over, Hamon grumbled. Eletta tricked them into visiting World War II. He tired of her antics. 

Shouting echoed from the other of the door. The men jumped back as the door slide open. Sunlight illuminated the inside of cabin. Solders rushed in grabbing the men; forcing them in the sun. Hamon and Alexander followed. Standing outside, the men noticed the camp had buildings scattered about, a barbed ware fence wrapped around them and train tracks were on the outside of the fence. 

Standing before them was a man who appeared to be a commander. The man barked at the soldiers in german. Neither man spoke German. Smiting their backs, the soldiers forced the men to line up. Hamon gritted his teeth Thoughts of escape ran through his mind. To the left of him, he noticed soldiers were opening a gate; letting in a vehicle. 

Tapping Alexander's shoulder, Hamon swung his head towards the gate. The men exchanged glances before bolting for the door. Men raced after them. The Egyptian reached the gate before the Roman.  Hamon glanced around before he continued. Somewhere in the distance a whistle blew. Horns began to sound. 

Hamon swallowed hard. Men were down on their knees pointing rifles at them. If he had his whip or Alexander his sword, they could rush them and leave. However, they were weaponless. A shadow rained down on them from above. The men glanced up. A whip fully coiled fell from sky along with a sword still in its hilt. 

Smirking, Hamon grabbed the whip and snapped it quickly against the guns. The coil wrapped around the barrels. Pulling back, the gun pulled out of the man's hands and hitting those next him in the process. Alexander charged forward with his blade drawn. A figure, wearing a brimmed hat with a feather poking out landed in front of the men the back. Blade in both hand, the figure made quick work of the men. 

Alexander followed suite, ending the men in front. The figure turned to face them. Her red hair was unforgettable. Eletta glared at the men before rushing towards the commander. Men jumped in her way. Hamon followed. The Egyptian didn't know what she had planned but loved a massacre any day. Men fired at the pirate. Hamon watched as she jumped into the air and slammed her boot into the captain's face. "We are here to free you! The woman are waiting for you down the the track. If you hurry, you can make it there alive." 

The jewish men rushed for the gate. Eletta laughed; pulled her brim down low. Hamon continued fighting the soldiers. Hamon watched as the pirate jumped in the air once more, landing on the roof of a nearby building. Something was very different with her. The Egyptian could tell from the distance that she enjoyed watching the camp run like ants.