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Prologue
FOUR YEARS AGO...
He took the gun from the holster at his waist and stretched it out in front of him. The silence was all he could hear as he slowly took small steps into the damp building, the stench of the rotten walls and floors pained his noise but he pushed on forward as he entered the rooms close to him. He was followed by several other officers also with their guns drawn in front of them.
"Prepare for an attack Agent Lehnsheer," said a female voice through his earpiece and Erik was only happy to oblige.
"Sure thing MacTaggert"
Erik Lehnsherr was a man of his words and after three years in service of the CIA he was going to keep that promise.
Trained with the highest advances in the industry he worked hard to keep what he does away from innocent lives. At twenty-five years old he still hasn't had a relationship. After a failed romantic experience with a woman named Magda only a year ago, he didn't want to dwell in that moment again. Erik continued his way through the home and had entered the last door when a creaking noise filled the suppose empty room. The home echoed with gunfire and soon an all-out warfare escaped the room as men and women fired at their gunman. Erik took the first shot, taking precise aim at the direction that the first bullets came from and time after time again they kept on coming to each aim taken one at the time.
"Retreat Lehnsheer, get out of there and retreat, are you listening? Hello. HELLO, LEHNSHEER.." Moria was cut off as Erik threw the device on the ground destroying it with his boot.
Without thinking or with any rational decisions Erik took in what he had, placing his body in front of the rest. He fired and fired and fired without care and with no reason until a spearing pain attacked his shoulders, a wet and sticky substance overpowered him and his version blurring as the muffled sounds of chaos, of footsteps hammering and banging on the eaten wood as screams shattered the illusion and metal on skin broke all Erik had. He crumpled on the floor as he dropped his gun hitting his back on the ground, his eyes shutting and his breath and heart fading slowly.
"I'm not going to die. I'm. I'm not..I'm going to die" thought Erik as he finally closed his eyes unaware of what was to come. What will life throw at him next? What was there to lose when he already had lost everything?