EDWARD Richtofen. For an odd reason the name ringed a Bell. Was it from Weaver? Probably. Maxis too, perhaps. Sam had shared some fancy stories. Most of the names he heard came from either Major Carver or Grigori. But no matter how much thought he put into it, he couldn’t remember why was the name so familiar. Whoever he was, he looked as lost as him, yet in different ways.
Should he tell him? I mean, could you really trust something as big and classified as this to a total stranger? Well, this total stranger didn’t really seem surprised about everything that was going on around them. Especially that disciple, wrecking havoc in the other part of the street. Thank God it seemed unable to spot them. “Agh, fuck it. There goes nothing. I am a part of Requiem. Their pilot, to be more specific. We investigate the Dark Aether and everything that comes with it. Outbreak zones, facilities, aetherium crystals and well.. The undead.” he made a pause, pointing at their surroundings. “The other guys, the kind fellas that did this to me, are Omega. They basically started this by opening up project endstation, or whatever the fuck that nazi experiment was called. They want to unfuck this situation. We don’t get along. There’s the cold war too so, Russia and America don’t get along in general.”
Sharing what one knew might’ve been beneficial for both of them. Although where this one came still remained a mystery. It seemed that whoever or whatever kills him, he will always be back in some shape or form. It seemed however that this time he hadn’t been killed, instead what the others thought they ended, never ended. Ultimis Richtofen was alive! And he had went through the portal after the kids. The cycle continues, in another universe? In the future?
Next time, before you go through the portal, shoot him this one twice or three or four times in the head to make sure he is dead, and no matter how hard it feels at the moment, shoot the little boy too. You know what the little Eddie is capable of becoming, right?
The boy who had went through the portal obviously knew more, but was this one there to kill his younger self, the director of Requiem? Probably not, but you never knew once he got his hands into the good information.
Those words were like music to his rather selectively hearing ears. He knew now at least that he was on the right path, and in the presence of the right people. Whether they liked his presence or not, they would at least, for now, have to get used to it.
“ Can’t ve all get along und try tzo learn the mysteries of ze Dark Aether togezher , vouldn’t zhat be sweet ? “
Maybe he was trying to make friends to help him while he was there literally all alone… Obviously this man was from another universe, meaning that whatever tests had happened in this universe’s past aren’t something he would know about, so the only logical thing for him to guess was…
“ Oh , Die Glocke ? Und ze Wunderwaffen ? “
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