"Hey guys it's 'Wheresthedude?', as you all know that I've planned my trip to Europe for a year and now just arrive at my second station-----Berlin, Flughafen Brandenburg. But man......it seems like......some kind of chaos is happening right now------I'll hold this thing a bit higher so you can see what's going on clearly......"

The camera is lifted up, scanning the huge crowd surrounding by.

"......I think I've heard---like, two shootings? We doubt that first, probably some like......wheel explosion. But then the radio gathering us together to the lobby, ehhh.....said a firearm attack has been confirmed."

The vlogger gaps with a heavy breath.

"Gosh I'm so scared off, man......honestly the first time during my trip. I just wanna leave this place and back to the hotel, because.......because something is weird in the city, I definitely tell you. It's like a battle front, I've never seen so many drones and armored vehicles in any European city like that.....well, let's see------"

Then, another gunshot bursts out in the air, clearly enough for everyone to hear, clear enough that impossible to misjudge. Through the screen, Weiss could see people screaming out, fleeing away regardless of the police near them. Someone got knocked down in the turbulence, then more people fallen in a chain including the vlogger himself.

"Horrible......"

Covers her mouth in a pale, Weiss keeps surfing the Youtube. To her surprise, all the comments and like-buttons are blocked, as well as other bloggers video resemble this one, some of them even disappeared after refresh. Same situation takes place in Blink, with only short statement from the official page "Bundespolizei":

Suspect shooting, 2:30 pm at Flughafen Brandenburg, two armed men has been shot down, additional gunners on the run.

Post time is 7:30 pm. 5 hours after the incident. Things couldn't be even worse, as Weiss supposes. 5 hours passed, with still a brief report only, which usually means the official failed to make things clear at first place, or things are too severe to go public.

Based on the issues she knew for now, situation could be both.

As Weiss watching the video in daze, someone in screen catches her attention.

It's a girl dressed in purple crawling on the ground, by the corner of the screen. As she headed up and look at the screen, Weiss figure out that familiar face haunting her in every nightmare.

"Natasha?"

Someone stamps at that girl's face, the video is cut off by this frame.

Weiss stands up, paces around the room in her extreme anxiety. She trust that girl so much, she never act that stupid and pitiful before. Natasha, Luna, or Antje......which one is the real you? Weiss couldn't stop questioning herself. How could you bond to such dangerous case? God.....if only I was there with my colleagues! I hate this wound!

Pressing her ribcage, Weiss sits down again in caution. She picks her cellphone again.

Suddenly, a phone call shows on the screen.

It's a stranger number, labled with "7", the Russian country code.

Weiss hangs off out of instinct. She drinks a cup of water, attempts to memorize the person she could possibily encounter.

No. Not a single result. She did public her additional phone number on webpage, but this one is for her private use. Who could have got this?

Curiosity finally beats fear. Weiss self-mocks. She is indeed a journalist.

She re-calls that number, waits and holds the breath.

"Алло？" she asks tentatively, "Hello? Who's there?"

After a moment silence answers the opposite.

"Weiss?" that one says, "Is that......really you?"

Weiss stuns by the words. Very few people call her with "Weiss" now.

"Excuse me, but.....have I met you before?" she asks, "I can't remember------"

"I understand. We all changed much these years." that one sighs heavily, "But those memories never fade. Antje......my friend, my family, my only brother's intended. For three years, you are not the only one who miss her, Weiss."

A sudden twinkle shines at Weiss' eyes.

"Bagi?" she almost yells out, "You're------Ilich's little sister? My god.....what happened to your voice? What happened for all these years------"

"That would be a long story, Weiss, I might write a dictionary about that someday. What I can tell you is.....Ilich and I, were tortured by her lost. Before this phone call we've discussed a lot. Ilich thought......the earlier to tell you the truth, the shorter you might be suffered. But he doesn't have that courage to talk to you."

Bagira pauses there, but Weiss realizes something instantely.

"Please, Bagi.....don't say that word."

"I'm sorry, Weiss. She's dead."

Even though she has imagined that ending many many times, Weiss still burst into tears as she heard from Bagira.

"Word is so powerless, Weiss......I wish, if only I could be with you."

"Please.....stop it!"

Weiss drops the phone, sinks herself in continues sob.

5 minutes later, she picks the call again.

"What happened that night?" her voice is mixed with hoarse and nasal tone, "I asked Ilich, but never got any answer."

"Because we knew no more than you either, Weiss. What you heard from public or urban rumours are also the only part we were acknowledged. But now......we have the document, from the leak of U.S.S.A itself."

"U.S.S.A killed her?"

"She died of the allergic reaction by agent SP-171. Highly damage to nerve system, but usually not lethal. Ilich and I spent a year to recover from that dose, but Antje......she never woke up."

Weiss kneels slowly on the floor, with her back leans by the corner of the bed.

"So......everything is in vain," she murmurs, "All those efforts, all those hopes......"

"Weiss......" hesitates Bagira, "Please stay strong. It's not over yet. Not over that easily for those demons. "

"It's over, Bagira!" Weiss cries with a hollow laugh, "She's gone! What does eveything to do with a dead one anymore?"

"Because we are still alive," Bagira says, "As well as those high-ranked official who murdered Antje. They're still alive, sitting behind the chair, with no regret, no apology. We need your help, Weiss. We can fight together as family again, and we'll make them suffer as we suffered."

"Help? What do you want from me, Bagi? She brought all my spirit away......"

"Have you ever realized your influence, Weiss? Look at your Blink page, look at the 'Lighthouse', you are running the biggest slavic community on the internet. The government is afraid of you, Weiss. If our voice could broadcast on your platform, this accursed government will fall apart in people's indignation....."

Sneers Bagira in cruelty,

"Is that the perfect avenge for you, Weiss? They'll never imagine, that innocent girl died on their hand, will become their executioner."

Weiss frowns, seems not be swayed.

"You may harm more innocent people, Bagi......" she speaks in slight voice, "No avenge worths more than a single second that we spend together."

"Things are beyond any individual now, Weiss. Don't you forget your principle as a journalist? 'To reveal the truth, whatever the truth is'? Don't you think, our people deserves to know the truth?"

"My principle," Weiss says, "has another part, that the truth must be free. It should not be utilized by any individual or group, with any political purpose."

"I wish you consider it carefully. I love Antje like you do, Weiss, and you know I'm the one on your side."

"I made myself very clear, Bagi," Weiss repeats again, "I can't do that. It's not for Antje."

About half-minute's pause speaks Bagira.

"Right, Antje, poor girl......she'll never speak for herself if I don't speak out today, and you......her beloved sister, you can hide behind your newspaper, soften our people with your cheap sympathy, but you shrink back in front of those murderers......" Bagira stresses her words with teeth clenched, "Because you are a coward, Weiss, you deserve no respect from me."

"Bagi," Weiss says with heartbreaking, "I'm not a coward......please don't call me that."

'I'm not your Bagi," Bagira stops her, "You have no idea how strong I am, the power within my mind, and the will to achieve my goal.....You don't know me anymore. Soon you'll find out who I really am."