As he continued to stand there, leaning against the truck, he thought about that weird thing in the crate on the back. It was kinda golden, from what he saw. Like a sphere or something. He took a long drag of his smoke before letting it fall to the stone ground and crushing it with his shoe. He heard footsteps. Might be Rapt. He got up, looking at the gate nearby.
A man who seemed a little lanky walked in. He had some sorta uniform on. Some weird containers with something red in them. Black hair. If he recalled, the barber would call it an "executive contour". Was this the guy who called him?
"Hello. I am here to retrieve something I need." The guy had a German accent. Couldn't be the guy. He remembers what Rapt had told him. "Look buddy, uh.. It probably isn't here. You should head on to.." The reporter was cut short at the sight of red stains on the German's uniform. He slowly reached into his coat. The German notices. "Listen.. You need not do this. Just hand over the artifact."
Do not let them take it. He never specified who was going to try. But the reporter figured out it had to be this guy. So he rushed over, pulling out a switchblade. However, the German pulled out some sorta weapon. And with a bang, the reporter fell to the ground. His blood oozed on to the stones below his body.
The German sighs. "Mein apologies.. But I've a universe to set right."
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