The trek back to the extraction point was tense. Nathaniel's mind buzzed with questions about Falk and his cryptic remarks about his father. Tom could sense the weight hanging over Nathaniel's thoughts but didn't pry. The landscape around them was a bleak canvas of destruction—burned-out tanks, collapsed bridges, and bombed-out villages littered their route. Germany was in ruins, and the people they passed wore the expressions of those who had lost everything.
As they approached the extraction zone, Nathaniel felt the growing presence of the Soviet forces in the region. Intelligence reports had indicated that Soviet agents were also after Falk, determined to bring him back to Moscow at any cost. The idea of the Soviets getting their hands on Falk and his research sent a chill down Nathaniel's spine. If Falk's secrets ended up in the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic.
But there was something deeper eating at Nathaniel—something more personal. Falk's words echoed in his mind: "There are things about your father that you don't know." It was a thread Nathaniel knew he had to pull, no matter where it led.
The extraction team was waiting for them in a makeshift camp hidden deep in the forest, their plane fueled and ready for takeoff. But before Nathaniel could feel any relief, a messenger from headquarters arrived, delivering orders that sent a ripple of unease through the camp.
"You've been reassigned, Captain Harper," the messenger said, handing Nathaniel a sealed envelope. "Direct orders from General Stafford."
Nathaniel's stomach tightened as he tore open the envelope. The orders were clear: he was to escort Falk back to Berlin for further interrogation. But there was an addendum, one that chilled Nathaniel to his core.
"P.S. Falk has information regarding Project Black Sun—information that relates to your father."
Nathaniel closed the letter, his pulse quickening. Project Black Sun? He had never heard of it, but if it was tied to his father, he knew he was about to uncover something far more dangerous than he had ever imagined.