Working for U.S.S.A means a lot of privileges, even for a trainee. You can walk across the police cordon, talk with the officers who seems much higher in rank, be allowed to interrogate others while be exempted from being interrogated. The U.S.S.A director must live like an emperor.

Now with the avatar of her friend in agent, Kevi is free to stroll around the Klinik. Occasionally, she can witness several bodies are being sent out from the surgery. Three more severely injured have died on the table. Make a rough lie to the medical staffs, Kevi gets a chance to uncover one men's body bag and see his face: dense holes on the body, then with three deeper and larger holes, one on the right eye, one the the throat, one on the left chest. Seems like the attacker re-shot him with a pistol after ran out of shotgun ammo.

After the medical staffs covers the victim's face, Kevi lost herself in deep meditation. This attacker is an elite, far more than the alleged "profession". She only saw her father used such shooting skill before, and he was the only person she knew, who could kill dozens of enemies and escape under a massive siege.

Kevi looks at the surgery, sighs in deep breath. Usually she puts no personal attention on others, especially strangers, and outsiders. There are very few members stay inside her safehouse, and she feels Weiss is knocking the door. That's so weird. She has known her trust members for years, but Weiss is only a first-met for a night. She doesn't even know her background, her job, her family yet.

"Well......not a bad thing if she survives," Kevi scratches her hair, due to a sudden heat and itch rising on her head, "Here is respectable Charité after all."

Now she walks at a corner. A medical staff comes out from a storeroom, passes by with medicines and gauzes on a tray. Kevi wait here until he enters the surgery room, she pulls the door and walks in. It's her secret base now, she could have a quick treatment of her tiny wounds, and have a talk with Auga.

"Did you use my ID again, Luna? They told me just before! " just at she pick the phone call, Auga yells out, almost scares Kevi to drop the phone, "My dear, really? I can't count how many times!"

"Ehhh......Auga? Why so angry about me this time?"

"Angry? No no no, it's just.......can you feel it? When the last time you smuggled across the border, and use my ID in disguise, I was the one who was accused by local police, and got my hands tied and sent to the interrogation room! When I first heard their accusation, I knew it: you, my dear Luna! But I......I just cannot speak out, because everything about your existence is classified. There are thousands of people in want of your head outside!"

"I'm sorry, Auga......you didn't tell me that."

"That's because Nemo solved this, and warned me not to tell you! Well, I wouldn't myself even without his words. I don't want to make you feel stressed, as if you owe me some. But Luna, you can't always mess up with us like that. We are the people who want you living good after all!"

"I'm sorry, again, Auga." Kevi taps her head, puts a band-aid on her hand, "I never thought of hurting you. When I searched my mind, which identities could make me access to the news, you are the first on list......"

"First, or the only pushover?" Auga says, "By the way, I'm not his secretary. I work for the U.S.S.A Internet Center and I am a programmer!"

"Forgive me this time, please~~~Want a golden edition of your love one?"

On the other side of the call, Auga bursts into a slight laughter.

"Forgive me first."

"Forgive you right now, Luna," Auga's voice gets tender, "I checked the their identities, sourced from Bundespolizei network. Those police who got your doors are temporary crews, being inlist by a secret project......secret that even I don't have the authority to visit."

"Nemo must have it then. Is he still in the HQ?"

"After he sent agent to your house yes. Luna, you did a really messy job there."

"Forget that. Auga, I heard from the police officer. Hard to believe but......is there an additional shooting happened in D37, right? I thought that was their smoke-grenade."

Auga responses no words. At first, Kevi thought it's a signal jam. She asks several times.

"Luna, I......I'm going to the old place right now. We'll talk when I arrive."

"Come on, you've never kept a secret from me."

"The shooting you are refering to is......discussed in the HQ right now," Auga says in heisitation, "I don't have details about it before they reach any conclusion. Even I have a instinct."

"Tell me about it."

"Someone......in strong bond with Nemo."

"In a good way, or bad way?"

"Both, I would say. Luna, you are still in Charité, right?"

"I am."

"Listen, it's really important......"Auga takes a deep breath, "Find a room, lock yourself in, and do not come out whatever happens outside. Promise me."

"OK......but why?"

"Because they don't reach a conclusion yet, and Nemo was afraid......well, you may not capable in dealing with it. Sorry Luna, but it's his words."

Kevi holds the cellphone in silence. Auga's words recall her the description which the police officer gives to the attacker: single person, killed 7 in a siege, all 3 vehicles about 20 members are sent to hospital; she saw the body just before, and knows the attacker shot three rounds on eye, throat and heart in an amazing accuracy.

"The woman in hood....." she murmurs, "Do you think she would be the attacker?"

"I'll call you back," Auga says in haste, "I'm on the way to your side. Remember what I've told you!"

"Wait Auga...... Hello? Hello?"

By the time when Auga hangs off, the door is opened with no sound. Kevi turns her head back right away. A woman in police uniform stares at her. The room is now in a grave-like silence.

"You're a doctor here?" the woman asks; her uniform is blood-wet, "Or one of them?"

"Neither." Kevi says, with same stare back at her, "Just a patient's relative."

"Then what are you looking at?"

The woman then leaves Kevi alone, steps to the medicine shelf. Kevi watches her picks several on a tray: the bandage, one dose of antibiotic, a scissor with needles and thread, and a bag of QuickClot. She leans by the table, lifts her uniform up until a bullet hole exposes on her left abs. Then, she opens the bag, pours the Quickclot powder on it.

Must be extremely pain of burning, Kevi thinks. Kidding me, she didn't use painkiller, didn't even scream out.

"I thought they want you to stay at lobby," after the woman recovers from the pain, Kevi asks, "On the first floor."

The woman raises her head to Kevi, now Kevi can see her face closely: medium brown hair be formulated cut; she would definitely call her appearance "elegant" if she met her on the street, especially with a small lachrymal hole under her green eye. But she feels something strange inside her eyesight, something......frenzy that intimidates her.

"I'm waiting for my surgery here, " she says, wipes her sweat from face, "But it takes too long, so i have to find a way myself."

British accent, interesting......in the German police.

Kevi keeps observing the woman. She sees her sewing her wound up, wraping her waist around with the bandage. All steps move in an adept order.

"I like your shoes." when the woman doses herself the anti-biotic, Kevi utters again.

"But you said you're a patient's relative." the woman says in cold tone.

"My uncle serves in military, so I recognize it." Kevi says.

The woman scrutinizes her in few seconds.

"Whatever." She dresses up her uniform again, and raises her body up.

"What do you know about the woman in hood?" Kevi keeps asking, "Did you met her?"

The woman stops, turns her head and glimpses at Kevi.

"Why?"

"People are scared. Someone doubt that maybe there were terorrists sneaking in."

"Terrorist?" the woman sneers, "Is that what official tells you?"

"I don't believe it, do you?" Kevi says, "Here is the safest city around world, right?"

She leans sideway, hides her right hand while moving her finger to the pistol.

"Believe whatever you like." the woman turns her eyesight back, steps toward the door.

Achtung! Achtung!------

Suddenly, a radio alarm echoes around the Klinik.

All Units leave the building immediately!

Repeat, all units leave the building immediately!

This is not a drill!

Chaos burst in the air of the Klinik. Kevi takes a quick glance out of the window. One vehicle colored in black, with "POLIZEI S.W.A.T" spangled on the side, storms into the gate, and drops commando teams off.

With sudden electric current spreading over her nerves, Kevi draws the pistol without heisitate. As she aims at the woman, a scissor is piercing through the air and targeting right at her eyes.