"Vas our spy from zhe HMS Courageous recovered from zhe vreckage Doctor?"

"Yes Admiral Canaris sir, Captain Otto Schuhart of U-29 brought him in to us an hour ago so ve can learn vhat intel he has gathered." The German doctor answered with a stiff nod, his hands clasped behind his back as he stood straight in front of the German commanding officer.

"Good, vhere is he?" The commanding officer questioned, the doctor silently guiding him to a room with only a bed inside.

Jameson was lying unconscious on the bed with his hands resting on his stomach, his oil-stained British uniform replaced with his retrieved long sleeve white button up shirt, cobalt blue vest, and black dress pants with black business shoes.

"You are sure zhat zhis is our spy, yes?" Canaris pressed as he looked at Jameson, the doctor's gaze following while nodding once again.

"Very good Doctor Schneeplestien. Vhen he vakes up, have him meet me in mein office for debriefing." Canaris instructed, extending his arm in the air.

"Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler." Schneeplestien echoed with less enthusiasm, watching the admiral march down the hall before turning a corner and disappearing out of sight.

"I don't know who you are mein friend, but I know zhat you are not our spy." Schneeplestien whispered in Jameson's ear as he sat in a chair at the Brit's bedside.

"But ve can help each other in zhis situation."

"Jamie? Jamie?! Please, don't let me die, I don't want to die like this!"

Jameson could feel his muscles burning as he struggled to keep his hold on the railing of the ship and Shawn, a voice speaking in his head.

"Let him go, you'll have better chances of surviving."

Jameson ignored the voice as he gritted his teeth, Shawn's blue eyes shining with tears as he looked at the Brit.

"Let go."

"Let go."

"LET GO!"

Jameson felt his hand abruptly release Shawn's against his will, sending the Irishman plunging into the murky black water with a cry of fear.

The Brit stared at his now empty hand as the screams of others echoed around him, his heart pounding in his ears as his stomach churned violently.

"Your turn."

Before Jameson could comprehend what was happening, he was sinking deeper and deeper into the oil-filled water, his lungs burning and his muscles screaming in agony as he fought to swim to the surface.

"Say goodbye."

The Brit looked up at his hand extended in front of him in the darkness, the last bit of light fading away as he felt a deep pressure suffocate him.

The mute bolted awake while breathing heavily as sweat covered his body, his head colliding with something hard when he sat up.

"Ow, schiesse!"

Jameson froze when he saw a German standing over him press a hand to his forehead with a wince, the Brit's heart sinking as he looked around to find himself alone in the room with the German.

"Guten morgen. My name is Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien and I already know zhat you are not part of zhe Abwehr, so answer me truthfully. Vhat is your name?" The German questioned as he rubbed his aching forehead, Jameson pausing as he searched around for his notebook.

"Vhat are you looking for?" Schneeplestien prompted curiously as he sat down in his chair, the mute gesturing at his throat.

"Ah, you are mute. Vell, zhat should make it easier for me to hide you from mein officers." Schneeplestien sighed, handing Jameson a new notebook and pen.

Jameson nodded in appreciation as he scribbled down his name, showing the page to the German.

My name is Jameson Jackson. What is the Abwehr?

"You don't know? Ha, you must be new. Zhe Abwehr is zhe German secret service, zhey are our spies." Schneeplestien explained.

So one of your Abwehr men is on the HMS Courageous? Jameson added hastily, his handwriting almost indecipherable.

"I am not sure if he made it vith zhe survivors or drowned as vell, but he vas an Irishman zhat actually looks somevhat like you." Schneeplestien admitted, the notebook and pen falling out of Jameson's hands as his body started trembling in disbelief.

There was only one Irishman on the entire boat.

Shawn Flynn.

"Now, I am not sure how long I can hide you for. Stay here while I tell zhe admiral some make believe bullshit about zhe Allies to make him happy." Schneeplestien instructed as he stood up, walking towards the door before he felt Jameson grab onto the sleeve of his lab coat.

Why are you doing this?

Schneeplestien bowed his head as he let out a long breath, the German eventually looking back up at the Brit with remorse in his gaze.

"I do not agree vith vhat is happening, yet I vas drafted to be a battlefield doctor. I don't know how to escape so I..." Schneeplestien trailed off as he looked down at his hands.

"I purposefully let all of mein patients die so I can try to get discharged. Many soldiers have even started nicknaming me Engel des Todes." Schneeplestien chuckled coldly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his lab coat with a grim expression while Jameson frowned in confusion.

"It is German for Angel of Death." Schneeplestien whispered, his fingers curling into fists as he strode out of the room.

Jameson watched him disappear before laying back down in the bed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to wrap his head around his Shawn could have manipulated him so easily.