Dead foliage crunched beneath your feet, and peeking shrubbery scratched your skin. The air was cold and harsh against your face as you ran.

-sounds of heavy breathing and snapping twigs trailed closely behind.

König was close.

Suddenly, you met the forest floor, dirt scraping against your skin. A knee kept pressure on your back. One hand yanked your head up by the hair, and the other collected your wrists into a bruising grip.

It was over. KorTac had targeted you, and König never missed.

A dark snicker came from above. "Ah, nowhere to run now, kleine ratte? You were fast, I'll admit, but not fast enough."

He reached for his radio. "I have the target."