Satan put a hand on the nun's shoulder, he slowly slipped to her collar and grabbed the robe. He then took a deep breath before saying. "You better find a cover story for your presence here."
The ambient noise, the many men nearby gritting their teeth and all laments that filled the healing tent resumed. Only then did Oswald notice it had quietened when the angel appeared. His senses were obsessed with the creature's presence, either they were too focused on it for him to remark how hollow became the environment, either there was another enigma around his abilities.
The two figures had vanished into thin air, the nun's scent was fading slowly. Oswald was left open-mouthed and alone in Claudia's office.
"Damn it!" He said, exiting the place as if nothing had happened.
But he couldn't avoid the many gazes that kept landing on him, he was too tall and each time one soldier would recognise the ill-reputed major, he would notify his colleagues. He was in for troubles anew.
