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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The rescue
The shockwave had devastated several shelves; vials shattered, filling the air with the acrid stench of formaldehyde and other chemicals. As the smokescreen began to dissipate, Nick rose to his feet, scanning the room. Sheets smoldered on charred surfaces. He quickly located Andreas Berger and Jake Abu-Jamal off to the side, both giving a quick thumbs-up to signal they were uninjured. After a brief sigh of relief, the three began searching the wrecked experimental facility for the doctors.
Dr. Larsson and Dr. Zimmermann had managed to escape, fleeing through the chute door. Dr. Richter, however, had not been so lucky. He lay on the ground, bleeding profusely, his once-white lab coat now a deep crimson. He was barely alive.
"Dr. Richter!" Zimmermann screamed, dropping to her knees and trying in vain to revive him. Her desperate attempts were met with silence as the doctor lay motionless.
The agents rushed to her side. While Nick's expression remained impassive, the slight clench of his jaw and his quickened breathing betrayed a flicker of regret. Flames consumed parts of the room, their light reflecting off the shattered jars and illuminating the scene in an eerie glow.
Suddenly, the concentration camp's alarms blared, shattering the stillness. The air was filled with the piercing sound of sirens, and the chaos outside seeped into the darkened facility. Heavy boots pounded against the floors, accompanied by guttural growls and incoherent murmurs that seemed to echo from the depths of hell itself.
"Shit," Jake muttered, pumping his shotgun to reload.
The cacophony of sirens drowned out any clear direction. The team strained to pinpoint the source of the incoming threat. Andreas pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration evident as his body tensed. It felt like everything was spiraling out of control.
Nick moved swiftly, grabbing a ring of keys from Dr. Langenberg's lifeless hand. With his rifle at the ready, he motioned for the group to leave. His tone was resolute. "We're moving. Now."
"Wait!" Jake interjected, causing Nick to stop mid-stride. Turning sharply, the German officer gave him an impatient glare.
"We're just gonna leave them behind?" Jake asked, nodding toward the doctors.
Nick hesitated, weighing their options. His eyes flicked to Andreas, who also seemed at a loss.
"We'll come back for them," he said firmly. His words were practical, though they failed to reassure the man entirely. "But first, we need to clear the area."
Andreas placed a hand on Jake's shoulder, backing his partner's decision. "He's right. If we try to move them now, we'll only be putting them in more danger. Clearing the area is our priority."
Zimmermann was still bent over Richter, her hands trembling as she tried to stop his bleeding. Larsson stood nearby, his expression a mix of grief and resignation.
