Curiosity is a dangerous thing

[Stoat]

February 14th, 817AS

It was night in the small village of Weissbach. The Stuttgart sun had set several hours past, and street lights twinkled in the misty air. Sound was muffled, as a young woman stepped out of a doorway. Her breath plumed as she breathed, and she stamped her feet vigorously as she looked left and then right, before retreating into the doorway once again. A passing feline hissed in surprise before moving on in its quest for small rodents.

Footsteps echoed dully along the street. A figure stepped into a pool of light thrown by a street light. The stubbled, worn face of a man was revealed. Hooded eyes searched left and right before focussing on the doorway that concealed the young woman. He raised his hand, beckoning her forward, before stepping back into the mist. His footsteps quickly faded.

She stepped out of the doorway, then. A shiver passed through her before she moved across the street, heading for the light that had illuminated the man. Head down, she scanned the pavement as she approached. Her eyes widened as she saw the small fold of paper. She reached down. The scream of a bird startled her, and she straightened abruptly, gasping. Hunters were abroad in the mists. With the paper safely stashed in a pocket she hurried off, heading in what seemed the same direction as the man. The sound of her footsteps was soon replaced with silence.

A third person revealed themselves then. A heavy set man, wrapped in the uniform of the Federal Polizei. A smile creased the corner of his mouth as he followed in the wake of the couple, for he knew who they were, and he knew where he would find them.

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