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Vienna, Austria, 1944. Ilsa Hoffmeyer knew instinctively that she was in deep trouble. The two men in black leather trench coats had been following her for the better part of two hours now. “They must be Gestapo,” she thought to herself. She ducked into a small cafe, hoping to find her way out the back

The mondagi captain ordered his vessel to cruising speed and left the bridge. He was determined to extract vital information from their prisoners, deciding to oversee the interrogation personally. The humans were amassing a defense in his sector of space and he would do anything to break through their lines. “Leave us,” the mondagi commanded