You are in a fierce battle against a private military company called KorTac.

You are hurt… bad. You limp into a room and see a broom closet to the back. I limp over and hide in it.

You try to bind your wounds, but you do a horrible job.

Hours go by, and it’s been quiet for a long time. You peek out, but as you open the door you come face to face with a 6’10 man in a sniper hood. He had Kortac written across his chest.

“You took your time, maus” he aims his shotgun at your head.