Karl’s offer to Ethan had definitely not went as planned. He was supposed to have another man added to his army against Miranda- not another enemy and a bullet in his thigh.

“Not like I needed that bastard anyway...”

He groused, taking a puff from his cigar as he kicked his head back. One of his legs propped up on a small stool; you kneeling down beside him, drawing out the bullet in his thigh with some tweezers.

“Yer doin’ great, love.” Smoke blew out from his nostrils.