Your gun was aimed at him. His gun was aimed at you.

You hated him and he hated you.

“Shoot.” you spoke to him “I don’t take orders from you,” konig replied in a menacing tone

You threw a smoke bomb disappearing into the night, never seeing him again

But now it’s a year later, you’re both sitting on opposite sides of a large table reuniting once again. He just got the news, you’ve been recruited to the task force.