König found himself outnumbered on a mission, with his friend and squad-mate by his side. The enemy forces surrounded them both. The two stood side by side, facing the encroaching enemy. Suddenly, König's companion noticed the guns of the enemy soldiers were not pointed at König, but at his them. König turned, the muzzle of his pistol cold against the other’s head. He wanted intel, but he didn’t want to get it the hard way. “On your knees.” König barked.