<span style="font-style: italic">".... So in view of this situation, I believe that it is desirable to <br/>understand Heinrich Himmler's approach in designating the next three <br/>months of this winter season, as the period during which all Jews must be <br/>cleared from the rural areas of western Poland. But we shall discuss the matter <br/>at your arrival to Munich. <br/><br/>I believe there is a lot we must speak about since we have last seen one another. <br/>I shall be expecting you in Munich whenever you are ready to travel back, <br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Officer Drechsler. </span><br/><br/>It is always a pleasure doing business with you, old friend.<br/><br/>12 December, 1939<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Oberstleutnant Erlind Köhler</span><br/> Briennerstraße 45, Munich<br/>Germany"</span><br/><br/><br/>Asmodeus, who still went by the mortal name of Erlind, silently read the last paragraph of his letter to Udo, then bent the letter and folded it down firmly. He placed the letter into a brownish envelope and pushed it inside a box that stood on a steel post.<br/><br/>Dark was the night, cold were the streets of the city, and the world has quietened as the Officer's men caroused a new victory inside one of the Pubs in Munich. The undercover visit to the clinic was canceled and reported to this very same evening, but a new rumor was to lead the Nazi to a newer destination.<br/><br/>Standing outside of the crowded Pub, Erlind studied the men inside, his thoughts travelling across the galaxy, trying to locate Kai's position. He pushed his hands inside a light green, long M42 greatcoat which was constructed from field grey wool and decorated with shoulderboards and insignia. A few other military men walked past him in the dark street, and one of them paused and pushed his comrade, making him stumble backwards and against the wall in laughter.  Erlind glanced at their shadows, dancing on the the ground that was blanketed with a carpet of sparkling snow. His eyelids slowly lowered to the ground, and he looked down at his own absent shadow. He did not regret getting rid of his mortal vessel. Adolph may still possess his Seal, but at least he was now able to recover what he had lost; to have control over what held allegiance to him. But at the same time, he was thrilled to rid himself of whatever weak, mortal emotions that had began to inhabit him a few weeks ago.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Officer  Köhler, we must go, now.''</span>A man in a heavy black winter jacket suggested, grinning like the devil himself. He rubbed his dry hands together and eagerly awaited the Demon's response. The temperature by then was too far too many degrees minus.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Shouldn't we delay this for the morrow?''</span>Erlind asked reluctantly. He parted his lips and sighed an icy breath out of his mouth.<span style="font-style: italic">"This woman you have been speaking of to the Party, and what if she's innocent? If anything, we should have paid her a visit at the clinic this morning when we could have ... instead of bothering our German citizens in the dead of the night."</span>He added again, leading his comrade to their black Cadillac.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"That… is it? And since when do we take permission from our Citizens to investigate matters that could be very harmful to the Fatherland?"</span>His comrade inhaled deeply, raising a pair of dark brows over equally dark eyes. Erlind smirked, "You were taught well, my friend." He responded quietly.<br/><br/>His comrade looked away and nodded.<span style="font-style: italic">"But if truth to be told, orders are orders, Sir. We must see to this sequence tonight."<br/></span><br/><br/>Arriving to their destination, the two men stepped out of the Cadillac, booted feet digging into the snow. The driver remained seated inside the car, sliding into the warmth of the wool covered leather seat. A moment of numbness flashed across Erlind's emotionless face as he stood beside his fellow Nazi. They were now both staring at one particular habitat, a brick building.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Name of the suspect?"</span>Erlind asked with a nagging irritation. He peeled his hands out of his leathery gloves and raised his icy blues to a pair of black windows.<br/><br/>The companion cocked his head to the side and looked up at the building, mimicking the other.<span style="font-style: italic">"Isolde... Isolde Devereaux"</span>