Professor Lange sat in his office, head in his hands. "It was all supposed to have been so simple!" he thought.
Three days prior he had personally led a raiding force to obtain suitable Freiwillige for his forthcoming experiments. Experiments he had to get underway for fear of Klingemann's fury.
He had taken a hand-picked group of men, veterans all, and had supplemented them with his most stable creations; Shreckwulfen and Nachtjäger - both proven in battle numerous times.
He had even requisitioned a Puma, mostly as a statement to the villagers of Paucet to expedite their volunteering.
He hadn't counted on the hated British turning up to save the day. Galahad armoured troops, two walkers and troops besides - all commanded by that Mistkerl Lieutenant Jenkins. The whole raid had descended into an abject failure for the Okkultekorps.
"Now now Egon, no need to be sad; next time I'll be with you!" came a loud female voice.
Lange bristled, he knew that voice from his childhood...
He looked up startled and saw the Valkyrie-like soldier in his doorframe, her hair up in two plaited buns. "Dammit Karl, when did you let Helga back into the compound?!"
Dammit Karl!!!
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