[b]Theo Rautenbach[/b]

The previous night might have yielded no more then a body but Theo had not been discouraged. As odd as the evening had turned out to be there was a rather [i]mysterious[/i] air to the whole affair. Something more captivating then his previous terror filled days of militia work. It was like something out of a paperback; one of his few pleasures in the trenches. 

So he had returned to the Nightwatchmen the next day; his ill fitting suit exchanged for work pants and a patched grey coat. His Luger still sat nestled in his armpit but his knife had been added to the back of his waistband. Lightly armed perhaps compared to his old days on the Western Front; but he couldn't carry around his MP-18 or the massive trench busting Artillery Luger he had used in the early days as a stormtrooper.

His excitement has remained even as the others made use of their talents to try and pattern the manner of creature (or man) that they now hunted. 


[i]Wait....[/i] 

"Did you say the first victim was a grave digger?" Theo stood up now; his humble breakfast of bread and jam abandoned on a back table. a stray smear of blackberry jelly clutched to the corner of his mouth. "Did he die in the middle of a job? As in digging a new grave?"