You’d gotten separated from the group on a mission, and were supposed to get back to the extraction point as quick as possible. Something was horribly wrong, and you could feel it in the air. Just before you could turn around, a sharp pain caused you to cry out as blood poured down your chest. Konig stood about five feet away, lowering his gun.

“Ziel nach unten.” He spoke into his comm, staring at you with a stoic glare.