Oppenheimer slowly regained conciousness unaware of the amount of time that passed. A metallic smell filled his nostrils and his ears rang with the sound of the explosion. Eventually his eyes fluttered open his vision blurred. Placing his hand on his forehead he felt something warm and wet. Removing his hand from his forehead and examining it he noticed that the tips of his fingers were stained with crimson.

Trying to rise off the ground his muscles protested the effort due to the pain coursing through his body. After a few minutes Oppenheimer began crawling across the floor. Whimpering due to the agony caused by his injuries both seen and unseen. His vision eventually came into focus and he instantly saw Lloyd lying on the ground not far from him still unconscious. Crawling over to Lloyd he noticed the cuts on his face and that his clothing was a partially burnt.

"Lloyd. Lloyd wake up," Oppenheimer said weakly while shaking Lloyds shoulder.

Oppenheimer rested his head on Lloyds chest and felt it rising and falling in a normal rhythm. He also heard a heartbeat.

"Lloyd we need to get out of here," Oppenheimer said with some urgency. "Please wake up."

Oppenheimer then took his head off Lloyds chest. He eventually felt something gradually running down the side of his face. Wiping the side of his face with the palm of his hand it came back stained with his blood.

Oppenheimer thought to himself with a sense of urgency. "Need to patch myself up. Can't die here."

Crawling further down the hallway he glanced around and noticed the destroyed walls and collapsed parts of the ceiling. Eventually he noticed a slightly damaged metal box on the ground in front of him. Prying the box open he grabbed a small glass bottle which has a clear liquid inside. He also grabbed a small grey cloth and a roll of bandages.

Opening the small bottle which smells of alcohol he then poured a small amount of it onto the cloth. Wiping the gash on his forehead with the cloth he felt it starting to sting like he had been stung by many bees. Once he had finished wiping his forehead with the cloth he started to awkward wrap the bandages around his head. Eventually he finished wrapping the bandages around his head and put the rest of the supplies back into the box and closed it up.

He then heard someone softly groaning behind him. Hastily crawling back over to Lloyd he noticed that his eyes were starting to flutter open.

"Lloyd can you hear me?" Oppenheimer asked feeling some sense of relief.

"Yes I can hear you Oppie," Lloyd replied weakly. "I'm surprised that we aren't dead."

Once Lloyd fully opened his eyes his face changed to a look of concern. Gazing at his surroundings he noticed the immense destruction. Glancing back at Oppenheimer he immediately noticed the bandages wrapped around his head.

"Are you alright Oppie?" he asked with concern.

"I'm fine Lloyd," he replied. "But we need to get out of here immediately."

"First of all where will we go Oppie?" he asked.

"I know a place Lloyd. But let's get going. Before they find us." he replied with some urgency.

Lloyd rose to his feet feeling the pain rushing through him as if his whole body had been set alight. Holding out his hand to Oppenheimer he helped him up. Limping over to the briefcase that was lying amongst a small pile of debris Oppenheimer picked it up and wiped the dust off it. They both then heard some loud commanding voices with very thick Russian accents down the hall. Oppenheimer turned to Lloyd who gave him a silent nod he limped back over to Lloyd who wrapped his arm around him for support.

"I suggest that we get out of here now Oppie," he whispered. "Possibly head back to Los Alamos and get some supplies and leave."

"Yes that's the plan Lloyd," he whispered. "I suggest that we start moving. I fear that our enemies are not too far away."

Oppenheimer and Lloyd began limping down the hallway towards the exit. Pausing to check down the multiple other hallways for Soviet soldiers. Upon reaching the exit Oppenheimer gripped his hand around the metal door handle which still felt slightly warm from the heat of the blast. Turning the handle the door fell off its hinges onto the warm desert sands. Cautiously walking out of the laboratory feeling the hot afternoon sun on their faces they both looked around and noticed that coast is clear. Gazing straight ahead they noticed that the town of Los Alamos was surrounded by a small group of Soviet soldiers. Lloyd then looked at Oppenheimer with an anxious look on his face.

"I am not sneaking in there," he said. "There is a bunch of soldiers who most likely want us dead over there."

"Well we can't stay near the lab as there are more soldiers in the lab who also want to kill us," he replied. "So going into the town and possibly hiding for a bit is our best option."

"Firstly where are we going to hide?" he asked.

"We could hide in my house. Besides I have a few more documents to grab before they get into the wrong hands," he replied. "I suggest that we get moving. But be careful we can't get caught."

Oppenheimer went to start walking towards the town. But Lloyd grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"Wait a second they will immediately recognise us if we just simply walk in there," he said.

"Yes but that's only if they recognise us," he replied. "I have a plan."

"Don't tell me that you are going to steal one of their uniforms and wear it," he said. "Because firstly if one of them talks to you it's basically over as you don't speak Russian Oppie."

"New plan," he replied. "Just hide and wait until nightfall. Then we can sneak out of there."

Oppenheimer and Lloyd began walking towards the town. Upon entering the town they started ducking behind buildings and cars avoiding Soviet patrols. Eventually they got to the front of Oppenheimers house and Oppenheimer opened the wooden door which quietly creaked once it was pushed open. Lloyd strolled inside and Oppenheimer followed behind him quietly closing the door then locking it.

"At least they haven't started ransacking houses yet," he said while looking around.

"That's good as I have more important documents to grab," he replied while walking over a door. "I'll be in my office sorting out the documents. I suggest you go into the kitchen grab some food. Maybe empty out any of the bottles of alcohol and put water in them."

"What kind of food exactly?" he asked.

"Food that doesn't expire quickly. Anything in cans, grains, dried food anything like that," he replied while opening the door to his office and entering it.

Lloyd then wandered into the kitchen and walked over to silver the fridge. Upon opening the fridge he heard the quiet hum of the fridges motor. Scouring the fridge he noticed that it was almost empty except for six bottles of alcohol.

Lloyd thought to himself. "Someone might have a problem. But is that my business? No its not. Besides everyone has their own demons."

Grabbing two bottles of wine out of the fridge and closing the fridge. He felt coolness of the glass on his hands along with the weight of them in his hands. Placing the bottles down on the nearby rounded wooden dining table he then opened them. Picking them back up and carrying them over to the sink he started pouring the dark red liquid down the sink. Filling the air with the smell of alcohol. Once the bottles were empty he started rinsing them out with water. Then he filled both of them up with water and then put the bottle caps back on.

Putting the bottles on the table he started searching all the wooden cupboards for food. After a few minutes Oppenheimer entered the room with two small forest green backpacks and the breifcase then placed them on the table. Opening them both the backpacks up he started filling them up with the cans and packages of food. Lloyd started helping Oppenheimer with filling up the backpacks.

"Where are we going to go after this Oppie?" he asked.

"We are going to go Santa Fe. Then possibly cross the border into Texas," he replied.

"You do realize that we can't stay in this country. They will keep hunting us. We have to leave this country Oppie," he said.

"I do realize that. But I haven't figured out where to go yet," he replied.

They both finished packing the backpacks and closed them up. Oppenheimer glanced up at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was 5:30 pm. Suddenly they heard the knob of the front door rattling. Grabbing a backpack each they hastily walked down a small hallway. Oppenheimer also grabbed the briefcase. Oppenheimer entered his bedroom and Lloyd followed. Oppenheimer walked over to the large dark wooden wardrobe and opened it up.

Shifting the clothing out of his way and stepping inside the wardrobe. He then sat down on the floor and then motioned to Lloyd to come in. Lloyd entered the wardrobe and shut the doors then sat down beside Oppenheimer.

"How do you know that they won't look in here?" he whispered anxiously.

"Because they are only after important documents. They won't look in here," he replied with a whisper.

They both then heard a loud bang and then multiple footsteps moving rapidly through the house. Oppenheimer and Lloyd both felt their hearts pounding in their chest as if their hearts were about to explode out of their chests. Eventually the footsteps began moving back towards the front door.

"All clear let's move!" An unknown voice commanded.

"Do you think that they will come back?" he whispered nervously.

"No probably not as there was nothing to find in my office," he whispered. "I took all the useful information."

"Do we just stay in this room then?" he asked while still whispering.

"Yes," he whispered. "We wait until nightfall. Then we start making our way to Santa Fe."

***

A few hours later in the Los Alamos laboratory a man with short blonde hair, emerald eyes and wearing a Russian military uniform with multiple medals on it was patrolling the hallway with a flashlight guiding him through the darkness. Upon entering a heavily destroyed room he heard a soft groan from underneath some debris. Moving some of the debris he noticed a familiar man who's face was battered and covered in cuts but still recognizable to him.

"Comrade Fuchs," the soldier said.

Klaus Fuchs slowly opened his eyes and stared at the soldier with a look of confusion and fear.

"Who are you?" Klaus asked with confusion.

"General Sergei Volkov," he replied. "I wasn't expecting you to still be here. I thought you would have left before the invasion."

"No I had to attempt to get more information for my comrades General," he said. "Yet things didn't go to plan."

"I see that," he replied.

Klaus Fuchs slowly rose to his feet using the nearby metal bench as a support. He clutched his side feeling a lot of pain radiating from there.

"Can you walk comrade?" he asked.

"I think so," he replied.

"Come with me then. My men will give you some medical attention," he said.

"Thank you sir," he replied.

General Volkov exited the room with Klaus following behind him and limping slightly.

Klaus Fuchs thought to himself out of confusion. "How am I still alive? How does this Russian General know me? Where did Oppie and his annoying assistant go and are they still alive?"

Another Russian soldier walks towards General Volkov and stops. General Volkov also stops and then signals Klaus to stop which he does so.

"What is your business soldier?" he asked.

"We haven't found any sign of Oppenheimer. Not even his body General Volkov," the soldier said.

"Keep searching soldier. We need to find him. He's the only man who knows about the secrets of the atomic bomb," he replied.

"But wasn't there someone else General? Someone in Germany?" he asked.

"Yes but we don't know where he is," he replied. "Besides it's rumored that he is now under some sort of alias. Could be anyone. Now please get back to searching."

The soldier went back to searching down a different hallway. General Volkov then started walking down the hallway once again. Klaus then started to follow him.

Klaus thought to himself still utterly confused about the situation. "They haven't found Oppenhiemer and they probably haven't found his assistant either. But where would they both be? And who is this one in Germany that also knows about the atomic bomb? Should I try to ask General Volkov?"

"Are you alright back there? You seem very quiet," he asked.

"I'm fine just lost in thought," he replied feeling startled. "I do that a lot."

"You are probably quite confused yes?" he said.

"Yes. I mean I don't really remember much since this afternoon," he replied. "I do have a lot of questions."

"I will answer those later. For now you need medical attention," he said.

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fter a few minutes Klaus' vision started spinning as if the ground beneath him was moving. He paused and leaned against the wall. Closing his eyes he began taking slow deep breaths. General Volkov stopped walking and turned around then gazed at Klaus with confusion.

"Are you alright there?" he asked.

"Yes I'm fine," he replied his voice slightly strained.

Klaus then started walking again trying to ignore the dizziness. General Volkov continued leading him around. Upon reaching the outside of the laboratory General Volkov walked over to a small group of soldiers while Klaus leaned up against the wall.

"Someone find me a medic. Our dear comrade Klaus Fuchs needs some medical attention," he said.

"Yes General," one of the soldiers replied.

General Volkov walked back over to Klaus and stood beside him. They both gazed out at Los Alamos which was still being heavily searched by Soviet soldiers. Klaus then looked up at the full moon that was shining brightly in the cloudless sky.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"Thinking about where I'm going to go. I can't go back to my homeland," he replied. "And I am not really at home here."

"Is this country not your home?" he asked.

"No. No America is not my home," he replied. "Germany use to be my home. Then Britain was my temporary home same with here. But now I have no home."

"You can come to the Motherland," he said while holding out his hand to Klaus. "You will have a home there and offer your services to the Motherland."

"I shall offer my services to Soviet Union," he replied as he shook General Volkovs hand.

***

On the outskirts of Los Alamos Oppenheimer and Lloyd were rapidly walking away from the town. They both had a backpack on and Oppenheimer still had the briefcase with him.

"Why couldn't we just drive?" Lloyd asked.

"Because it would attract too much attention," Oppenheimer replied.

"Where are we going to go once we get out of the U.S?" he asked.

"We need to get to Germany first," he replied. "There's someone else who knows how to make a bomb. It's not just me."

"Who are they?" he asked.

"Long story. Let's just say they use to be my rival." he replied. "I'll tell you in the morning. Let's just keep moving until we find a safe enough place to rest."

Lloyd and Oppenheimer continued walking through the desert in search of a place of refuge.