The dark presence ended up not making itself visible but Erlind knew that it was only a matter of time before the stalker made himself known. One of the officers was giving crucial information to the criminal team about detailed account of how the execution took place. They were asking incredibly lot of questions but the officer in charge of answering the interrogation did an outstanding job, unconsciously cooperating; speaking only what Erlind had put into his mind. The bigger task was yet to come and it was an issue that Erlind had no more control over. If the police was ever to put Isolde under arrest, he knew that he would be unable to prevent it. Exposing his existence through his abilities so publicly had consequences over the longevity of his materialized form. Not only that, but it was also a violation of the<span style="font-style: italic">code</span>.<br/><br/>Fabiano frowned and glanced over at the Oberstlutenant. His eyes would shift back and forth between Erlind and Officer Zweigelt as this one began to walk away with the child. When the child looked up at the Nazi officer, Zeigelt smiled slightly and nodded his head as he pulled the door open to get the kid inside a black VW Type 82E.<br/><br/>The Italian's fist clenched around his green beret and he advanced closer to Gestapo Drechsler and the Oberstlutenant. The threatening look on Erlind's face made Fabiano feel a little bit uncomfortable and he knew that something was wrong, yet he could not put his finger on what was exactly going on. Something must have happened in the church, he thought. Something terrible must have taken place before the assassination of the rest of the terrorists within the church; he continued thinking while briefly shielding his eyes from the sun. Yvonne crossed his mind and the heaviness in his chest intensified. He had one more question for her.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Maybe after the day is over, I could arrange a new meeting with her and approach her about a subject  has been bothering me for quiet a while since that one night in the dark deserted alley,</span></span>he thought. He could feel insanity in his mind but for the sake of whatever he had to accomplish for his report to the Colonel, he needed to focus on the mission first. He managed to gather himself rather quickly and professionally.<br/><br/>He placed his beret back on his head.<span style="font-style: italic">“Oberstlutenant Kohler!</span>Fabiano saluted.<span style="font-style: italic">"Whenever you are ready."</span>With an absent-minded look on Erlind's face, he nodded and began to walk towards their assigned vehicle. The black Mercedes-Benz W31 typ G4  was a seven-seat too expensive to produce, and was mainly used by the upper echelons Nazi regime in parades and inspections. The raid squad climbed into their vehicle and one of the officers tapped the side of the car, signalling the driver to move forward. The MB G4 was followed by a Waffen-SS police unit. They split into two groups and drove off in two newly-produced field-grey VW type 82 Kübelwagen, with Swastika flags draped over their hoods.<br/><br/><br/>Fabiano felt his energy replenish as they arrived to the clinic. Soon it shall be all over. These terrifying sensations burned inside his chest all night long and all morning long. He did not know why, but for some reason, he forsaw solace in its way by the end of the day. He glanced at Erlind. He did not care what the Oberstlutenant thought about him. He was very certain that Erlind Kohler knew something about his encounter with Officer Wojcik and as curious as Fabiano was to request answers concerning the night he accompanied Erlind to Isolde's house, he knew that it was best not to speak about it anymore. Yvonne did not look like someone who would speak nonsense without anything out there to back it up. He knew he could trust her.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Remember, we are not arresting anyone. You do not lay your hands on her.”</span>Erlind said in a reminder. He gave the men a stern look and continued, walking up the stairs that lead to the gates.<span style="font-style: italic">“We are here to request an immediate interrogation with the Head nurse in order to receive witness statements concerning these rebels.”</span><br/><br/>The Italian nodded his head and occupied a position on the right side of the gates, feeling a sense of Deja-vu.<br/><br/>Erlind and his officers advanced towards the clinic, while the rest remained outside.  A quick look at the entrance was enough to make Fabiano suspect that something was extremely wrong. The gates looked tightly shut, and no presence seemed to be walking in or out. It did not take longer before the rest found out about it. His duties were to remain standing at the entryway until he's called upon. Until then he needed to keep watch, while members from the police unit had the clinic on lock-down; assuring the isolation of any potential threat from getting in or out.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Open the gates!”</span>One of the men yelled and shifted his glance between his comrades.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>“Open the gates! Do not make matters any worse.”</span>Came a second impatient voice.<br/><br/>Erlind advanced forward. He took a deep sigh and parted his lips.<span style="font-style: italic">“Frau Devereaux, if you are there, please open the gates. We simply need to speak to you. I ... need to speak to you.”</span>The Demon asked calmly and lowered his eyes to his boots. She would recognize his voice. She was there, inside. He could feel her presence, and she was not alone.<br/><br/>The Italian one kept his dark stare fixed on the passing civilians, chin up, chest out; shoulders back, stomach in; heels together, toes apart.  A strong scent of freshly brewed coffee inundated his sense.