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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Max is gone
The news of Max's disappearance didn't seem to faze Liz. Although she had never worked with him before, his bad reputation was well-known among the DFPD agents. According to reports from his superiors, Max had a habit of withholding information from his investigations and conducting rogue operations. One of these had led to the deaths of three agents during a mission in Oklahoma aimed at dismantling a terrorist network threatening the city. All because of his insatiable ambition and desire for personal glory. Liz figured their leader was probably chasing after some other selfish goal.
"I'm sure he's just wandering around here somewhere," Liz suggested, though even as she said it, she remembered the entire perimeter was secured. His disappearance didn't add up. Still hoping for a simple explanation, she reached for her new radio transmitter to try contacting him. But before she could press the button, Bernard cut her off.
"His radio... Ulrich said it's still in the tent. He left without it. No one saw him leave the camp."
With every word, Bernard's expression grew more serious. His normally sharp, analytical gaze now showed clear signs of worry. Despite Max's cocky attitude and utter lack of respect for his fellow agents, they knew he was still their leader. And without him, they had no way of contacting the rest of the assault team to call for reinforcements, which made them more vulnerable in an already hostile environment.
"Fucking bastard," Liz muttered through gritted teeth. She couldn't believe their leader would ditch the group without any warning. But complaining about him behind his back wasn't going to fix anything. They needed to find a solution.
The camp was buzzing now that word had spread about the missing American agent. The looming shadows of the forest's evergreen trees felt more ominous under the camp's lights. Liz and Bernard gathered with Chris to discuss what had happened, while Ulrich questioned the guards on duty that night—none of them had seen anything suspicious. It was strange that Max could vanish so mysteriously, especially with the perimeter secured. The whole thing reminded Liz of the disappearances they were investigating, and she couldn't shake the feeling that Max might have become one of the many victims.
Liz couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the German agents. The situation with Max had just made things even more complicated for them. But she knew it was their duty to help. The camp was in chaos. Ulrich was scrambling to catch up with the other officers, even waking some of them up. On the other side, Nick was doing his routine guard duty, expressionless as ever. Unlike everyone else, he didn't seem at all concerned about Max's disappearance. Instead, he was quietly inspecting his assault rifle. No one had dared to say anything to him until Bernard approached.
"Hey, Nick... Deisler," Bernard called out, his voice polite. "Don't you think you should be helping your teammates out?"
Liz wasn't sure if it was wise to involve Nick in the search for Max, given everything that had happened. But she knew he'd likely respond with hostility.
