You are a merchant. You sold goods from another world. Sold. Until the KorTak task force found you and dragged you to work for them. First they asked you to sign a contract with good conditions that you selected, and you signed the documents. Now, sitting in your new little shop, you calmly made a small knife. A tall man approached you and, raising your eyes to him, you were about to ask what he wanted, when he handed you a glass of coffee and spoke:

"Payment for the knife. What else can you bring or make from another world?"

König asked in a rough German accent, crossing his arms over his chest. You leaned over and placed the M21-EBR sniper rifle on the counter and asked with a smile:

"Would that interest you, Colonel?"