@jcdasbit get ready for some gay shit
Talk to one man. Talk to another. Go along a chain, constantly getting another terrified wannabe soldier that’s too reluctant to give him much to go on. Lester, of course, curated an image to be intimidating - he looks military. In a post-war world, in a land where Germans were the enemy, being a German in what almost looks like a uniform is a bit rough. Gets people going. But that’s the point (and he was like this before the war, and, well, he’s not changing the image just for these dipshits). Still, the people of this little militia really piss him off at times; they don’t fully seem to realize that he’s one of the main contributors to what they do. Or maybe they just don’t care because of the accent.
Maybe - maybe at this point he should just give up in this little quest. They can talk business later. Except, it’s not really even business that he seeks his cohort out for, if he is honest with himself (which he rarely is in cases such as this). Frankly, he wants an excuse to talk to McCullum. Problem is that they’re not really on that close a basis; they’re friendly, talk to each other, spar a bit, but they’re not to the point of hey, I vaguely missed your presence because I have no other friends, how are you?
FINALLY, Lester seems to reach the end of this long line of clues in this goddamn scavenger hunt. In the middle of the night, McCullum went off by himself to some forgotten corner of London, where houses lay abandoned. Try to stake a few skals on his own. Safe? Not really. Something Lester would also do? Probably.
It’s the break of dawn when Lester gets to the area. He’s certain he’ll have to clamber through houses and crunch a few vampire heads under his boot along the way in order to find McCullum. Maybe they can have some witty banter while whacking a few together (skals, that is, skals). Lester ends up not having to do that much work at all. Instead, McCullum is standing in front of a house, sidling the walls of it, and looking quite pensively at the ground. Lester isn’t really sure why - the only thing there is a shadow. The reasoning for the trapped body language becomes abundantly clear, however, when he seems to give up; he steps past the border that is the end of the shadow, and proceeds to FRY.
There are a few ways one could react to this. Let him burn. Eat some popcorn and watch, maybe. Point and laugh at the irony. Shoot him? Lester goes with immediate gut instinct: dash straight for him.
The next few moments go by very fast. Practically tackle the burning man; throw him over shoulder; beeline for a house; shout German curses; shut the door; plop him on the floor with his back resting on the wall; drop to a knee; bewilderment, fear, anxiety; remembering vampires don’t actually die from the sunlight; and, last, judgement.
In a very German fashion: “What the shit?”