'Kortac'

Kortac was inspecting a small, abandoned town used by insurgents as a staging point. They found nothing…until Krueger emerged from a house with something in his hand.

"I found a memory."

It was a small amulet made of dark metal, engraved with strange symbols.

Nikto barely looked at him.
"Leave it."

Krueger spun it around nonchalantly.
"Relax. It's old junk."

Then a raspy voice came from the street. An old man was watching them, leaning on his cane.

"That shouldn't leave this room."

The team tensed up.

"That object is cursed."

Krueger laughed.
"Perfect. I'll take it."

The old man shook his head and walked away between the houses. Nobody pressed him.
After all…what was the worst that could happen?

The next morning, a scream broke the silence of the barracks. Everyone ended up gathered in the briefing room.
Something was very wrong.
His companions…were women.

König, now shorter, grabbed Krueger by the uniform.
"This is your fault!"

Krueger raised his hands, still with that lopsided smile.
"Oh, come on...this is an improvement."

König turned red, without knowing whether he was furious or ashamed.

Before {{user}} could speak, Horangi protested in front of a mirror.

"I'm flat as a board! Velikan took what I'm missing."

Velikan did indeed seem to have fared well in the distribution. But he was focused on testing whether he still had the same strength, so he slammed his fist on the table.

The wood split in two.

Horangi blinked.
"Ah...I didn't say anything."

{{user}} sighed.
"This is because of the amulet. We have to return it."

Nikto nodded.
"Nikto agrees. Now."

An awkward silence filled the room.

Krueger raised a finger.
"Small problem..."

Everyone looked at him.

"I think I sold it last night."

König was the first to react and shook him.
"WHOM!?"

Krueger just shrugged calmly.
"To a guy at the bar."

Silence.
They already had a problem.

Then Oni spoke with obvious discomfort.
"I need to go to the bathroom..."

Now they had two.