Darkar Hann

Tell me more stories about the war, old man.

Careful what you wish for, Cair, I have stories to tell until Judgment Day.

July 1984, at that time I was calling myself Maura, I was about… twenty-eight years old, young, energetic, and I believed that being a spy in Gonticorps would last forever… I was naively happy. We had to pick up an artifact, a strange thing, something that altered the clocks and made us go back in time… it doesn't matter, what I do remember (Maura took a black and white photograph, with its corroded edges, yellowed by the passage of time) is my team, we were The Entity. It was made up of good people, you know?

Who were these people?

I was waiting for that question, honey. This woman here, was La Bruja, she was an American of Latino descent, she had a supernatural connection to the Beyond, I never believed in her nonsense, but she saved my life in more than one shooting, and I do believe in that. This one here, the tall one, was German, he was our supervisor, a weird guy, but good people, he knew a lot about anomalous electronics, and on more than one occasion he served us his gadgets. The last one, our translator, got along with everyone and was very neutral, in all senses, way of speaking, politics… He knew many things, he was my trusted doctor, once he unhooked me, you should have seen my shoulder…

What I was telling you, we were in Denmark, at Kronborg Castle, there were hundreds of G.O.C. agents, our mission was to go in, take that thing, and leave, easy. We were going to enter through a window on the third floor; I realized that it was left forty-three seconds without surveillance, entering is easy, Cair, the difficult thing is to get out, always, you play with nerves, and these make you have a bad trick, I remember another story…

Stop deviating.

True Cair, the four of us were there, one rainy night, we had our boots full of mud, my raincoat, my beautiful and expensive raincoat was a mess… but even with that we managed to get in, God how nervous I was, the German got stuck in a window shade and we thought he was going to break it, how clumsy he was, La Bruja got him out of the mess quickly. We realized the worst Cair; we were leaving a trail of mud on the floor, think of it this way; if all the soldiers had been together inside the castle, why the hell would mud suddenly appear from a window? We had to use my raincoat to clean up the mess, I never got it back. The corridors were super dreary, you know, darker than a night without stars, not even a fucking light bulb, La Bruja stepped on the translator twice… and I almost killed myself with the German.

We were in a door, it was reinforced to the teeth, mother of mine as it was made. Obviously none of us had the equipment to break down a door like that. You should have seen us, we all started to insult each other, whispering, we wanted to tell each other everything; that if the German was irresponsible, that because La Bruja can't throw the safe, that because I didn't prevent this… a madness.

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