A pleasant afternoon greeted the nurse when she stepped out for a break, the grounds of the Bavarian hospital blooming with bright flowers. She walked slowly up and around to her favourite spot, a good view past the hospital and down the valley to the hills in the distance.
As she sat on a bench and opened her bag she suddenly became aware that she was now in shade, two men stood over her. Something was sprayed into her mouth. She coughed, unable to speak – or cry out. A gun. Two quiet shots. Pain. She looked down, her knees covered in blood, white bone sticking out.
‘Tell your boyfriend, Rudenson, that we are looking for him.’
They took her bag, her phone, snatching her lunch as an afterthought.