Nathaniel's team arrived in the bombed-out ruins of Berlin, the air thick with the smell of smoke and destruction. They had come to Berlin to gather intelligence on Falk's last known location before making their way to the Bavarian Alps. The city was a stark reminder of the war's brutal toll on both sides. Buildings lay in rubble, and desperate civilians shuffled through the streets, eyes hollow from hunger and trauma.
Inside a makeshift office, Nathaniel and his team poured over maps and documents detailing Falk's movements in the final days of the war. Falk was no ordinary scientist. He had been Hitler's top mind in rocket technology, but rumors swirled that his knowledge extended beyond mere weapons development. The Allies had reason to believe he had been involved in secret projects that were never completed—projects that could alter the balance of power in the post-war world.
Nathaniel felt a gnawing unease as he stared at Falk's photo, a grainy black-and-white image showing a man in his late forties with sharp, intelligent eyes. The photo triggered something in Nathaniel's memory—his father had shown him this man's picture once, calling him both a genius and a monster. Falk had been his father's colleague, and Nathaniel suspected he had also been his father's undoing.