Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

3rd of September, 1942 Stalingrad, Russia In August of 1942 Germany Army Group B, headed by the 6th Army and 4th Panzers, is at the spearhead of an operation to capture the city of Stalingrad from Soviet forces. Raids by the German Luftwaffe have started to turn the city into little more than rubble, and have degraded the fighting into a state of bloody hand-to-hand and house-to-house combat. However, German soldiers have reported a new menace. A shadow that has left staff officers dead in their headquarters, and who keeps German soldiers afraid to emerge from cover. She has become known to the Germans as Wlfin - the She-Wolf. It has been decided by German high command that there is only one way to kill a wolf. And that is with a hunter. He had several names already, though most were the in-house ones muttered by the scientists who'd spent the last several years pouring over all the research that came together to make him. He was Jger . The more starry-eyed called him something like das Kind von Deutschland . But he preferred a simpler name that wasn't so tied into the program that had made him into what he was now Kristian Urner , Major in the German SS. A physically fit, mentally sharp, tactically skilled, and these days so much more enhanced soldier. They had told him that he would be the test-bed of a program that would some day see the German peoples sitting as rightful rulers of Europe, free from foreign influence and corruption. He'd been picked as much for his skill in soldiering as for his patriotism and had suffered through countless agonies and trials as they ran test after test on him. And now he found himself at the front lines with the enemies of the Fatherland. He was not so much attached to or part of the 6th Army as Field Marshal Paulus had been told he'd been given a solution to the problem of the Wlfin harassing his troops with the solution himself being granted relatively free reign. The armories and stocks of the 6th Army were made available to him, Kristian was given maps and intelligence, and once he was certain he could begin to track the alleged She-Wolf he'd been set free to go looking for her. And that was how he found himself in the industrial areas of the shelled and bombed out city where this near urban legend had started to scare everything short of tank crews away from the streets and alleyways. Kristian peered around the corner of a blasted away brick wall to look out at the next spot of cover. The best that he could find was a partially open doorway at least eighty meters down the road. And for the whole of that distance he couldn't count just how many windows or rooftops could be hiding a rifle pointed his way. A few blocks in either direction gunfire provided a weird sort of ambience to an otherwise still and quiet scene that was complimented by the bodies that dotted the street - a Russian machinegun team dead at the mouth of an alley here, four or five Germans laying out in the street there. Marksman - and marks women apparently - from both sides had called this stretch of the city home for close to a month now and the damage showed. Of course he'd stuck to that with his own scoped rifle tucked tightly to his chest as he stepped back from the corner again. Easy now, Urner. You've done this before. He told himself, You can do it now. He didn't even double-check himself in case a sniper was watching the corner now. He just broke from cover and sprinted down and across the street with his eyes set on that doorway. Salvation from an unseen enemy.