Gottfried Emmerich lit a cigarette whilst slouching on a chair at his home’s breakfast table. He sifted through the papers inside a manilla file folder documenting the autopsy of a middle-aged man. The folder also contained photographs of the decedent’s face. The darkness outside was slowly turning dark blue hues before the sun rose. Closing the folder and readjusting his posture, he glimpsed at his watch as Christoph entered the kitchen. “You’re late,” Emmerich said, putting out his cigarette in a glass ashtray. “What took you so long to get here?”
Zero Hour, Chapter Four by Duty and Honor
Zero Hour, Chapter Four by Duty and Honor
Zero Hour, Chapter Four by Duty and Honor
Gottfried Emmerich lit a cigarette whilst slouching on a chair at his home’s breakfast table. He sifted through the papers inside a manilla file folder documenting the autopsy of a middle-aged man. The folder also contained photographs of the decedent’s face. The darkness outside was slowly turning dark blue hues before the sun rose. Closing the folder and readjusting his posture, he glimpsed at his watch as Christoph entered the kitchen. “You’re late,” Emmerich said, putting out his cigarette in a glass ashtray. “What took you so long to get here?”