Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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It was hard to fathom the hellish secrets such a place had revealed in such a short time. Liz, reflecting on the recognition her brother Rick had at her institution, looked forward to proving herself as a capable agent in his eyes. Every mission was a chance to show she was more than just Rick's little sister. His shadow had always loomed over her, and while she admired him, she sometimes felt overwhelmed by the pressure to keep up. However, none of her previous missions had forced her to battle her emotions in such a way. The two officers were aiming their rifles at them, as part of standard security protocol.
Bernard, clutching his injured arm from the wolf bite, was visibly in pain, while Liz, still trying to calm him, addressed the anti-terrorist officers.
"You couldn't have arrived at a better time," Liz said with relief. The two men understood that, for now, there was no reason to keep their rifles aimed at them. They quickly tied a rope to a beam and used it to descend, providing the American agents with much-needed assistance.
The bearded man with the beret approached Bernard to assess his condition, while the stockier agent followed to offer further aid. Liz took a brief moment to observe the lifeless, mangled bodies of the two ferocious wolves in a thick pool of dark red blood. It was undoubtedly one of the most striking aspects of the scene. The German agents finished bandaging Bernard and turned their attention to her.
"Well," the bearded man began, "that should at least stop the bleeding. I believe if we take him to our camp, we can treat him properly." He spoke with a pronounced German accent and a serious tone. "However, I noticed you're not from around here, so I'd like to know who you are and what brought you here."
Liz, grateful for the timely assistance, felt a surge of relief. She wasn't sure if this was due to her brother's influence, given his tendency to look out for her.
"My name is Elizabeth Sharrow, and I'm an agent of the United States government," she said, aware that hiding her identity wouldn't be wise. "We're here investigating disappearances linked to this area."
Every time she stated her full name and title, she felt the weight of her family's legacy in security and defense. She represented not just her country, but also the Sharrow family name.
The German agents exchanged glances before Liz showed her DPFD credentials.
"Well, that changes things considerably," said the bearded man. "I'm Captain Ulrich Bunde, and I'm in charge of the investigation in this sector. This is Agent Schreiber, the second lieutenant," he said, introducing his partner who extended a hand to Liz.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Agent Christoph Schreiber, but you can call me Chris," said the other man, shaking Liz's hand.
"Agent Bernard Abu-Jamal," Bernard said, offering a grateful smile to Chris for his care.
