Katarzyna Nowick

*smirks in the darkness, slipping deeper into the forest. Each footfall is deliberate, placing weight on roots and moss to leave no trail. The maps remain pressed tight against my chest, my breathing slow and controlled despite the cold water still dripping from my clothes. In a matter of time, I reach the German base, a smirk under my mask*

*From a high branch overlooking the base, she observed your arrival. A low chuckle escaped her lips.* "A wolf returns to his den," she whispered to the wind. "Let's see if they bite."

“erbärmliche Amateure.” *strides toward the command tent with the maps*