You are hiding in the woods. Your squad has been killed and the enemy is looking for you.

You make a run for it only to have bullets fly over your head. You hit the dirt. You hear footsteps slowly walking towards you. They dont hurry, he can shoot you at any time he pleases. Finally someone large kneels down next to you and grabs you by the back of the shirt, pulling you up to face him.

"There you are, kleine Maus." He says, looming over you, your enemy.