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"Geertje your brother is here!"
With a bang a little girl with silver trumpets closes the thick book which she had been reading, and quickly put it back behind a loose brick in her wall.
She storms out of her room and towards the stairs.
In her haste she threatens to fall the last pair of steps when she trips over her feet, as two strong arms catch her just in time.
Laughing she looks up at the face of her brother where his silver eyes regard her with some concern.
"Welcome home Dirk. We missed you."
She puts her arms around him as he sets her down on the ground.
"I'm happy to be home." He hugs her.
He's only home for a short time, he reminds her.
He had started training with the Peace Corps a half year ago, and had been gone for several months.
He signed-up after their mother was attacked by a creature they had never seen before.
It had been a wendigo, the learned later.
The Hunter who had managed to kill the beast had told them Wendigo's where cannibals who had lost their humanity after they became addicted to the taste of their own kind.

"Dirk, how would you like it to be trained by us?"
Afterwards they had offered the Peace Corps soldier something to drink, and had thus fallen into a conversation.
"Our Military Police has recently developed a training program for agents of the local police force to train them in solving problems of the supernatural kind."
"Are there more of those creatures?"
Her brother puts his arm around her while the Hunter nods kindly at her as he answers Dirk's question. "It is the reason we came to this moon in the first place.
Our leader back on earth sent two companies of our legion to every inhabited planet or moon, to help and teach locals to hunt these monsters where high concentrations of supernatural activities were measured."
"Are there such things as ghosts?"
Dirk looked at her irritated. "That bullshit story again?"
"What! Eva said she had seen one when we were in the museum.
He waved when she stared at him and when he suddenly dissapeared and reapeared right before her, she ran away screaming."
"Did she descripe him?" asked the Hunter before her brother could tell her off.
"I think she told me that he was as black as charcoal with red eyes." She answered after a little while.
"When was that?"
"Six months ago, I think." Dirk interfered
"They went to the museum of the Three Great Marshals due to the memorial week of the Great War."
"Do you know if anyone was abducted in the vicinity of the museum, that day?" The Hunter asked, Dirk shook his head.
"I didn't hear of a disappearance back at the station, that day."
The Hunter nodded, quickly drained his cup and stood up.
"It's time to head back to base.
Thanks for the coffee and again sorry for the loss of your mother. I'm sorry I wasn't there on time to save her life."

They shook their heads and Dirk had told him they were grateful he had been able to defeat the Wendigo before it made more casualties.
The Hunter left and when they cleared the table, they found a card with contact details of the Military Police on Baker Street.
Three months later Dirk applied for the training.