There's a noise outside the window. At first, noone notices it. Though, after a while the scratching sound gets my attention.
It's 6 am, the birds are singing and i just came up to the office, where the others were sitting.
I comment on it. The others think it must be a gull or some other bird. I agree with them. A sound of shattering glass smashes the almost perfect silence of the dark office, which was only lit up by the Frankfurt sunrise, through the half-open blinds.
A man crashes through the window, tearing down the blinds and letting in light, which fills the whole room. He almost lands on top of Lisa, who is sitting on a sofa, underneath the window.
I recognize him, it was the man who sat across the aisle in the airplane from New York.
Harald pulls out his Heckler & Koch USP and points it at the man.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" he yells.
The man stumbles on his feet. He is dark haired, fairly tall, but skinny.
"My name is Lukas," the man replies, coughing out the words.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Harald asks with obvious emotion.
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