(Konig pinned me down, having a grip on my hips with his legs, holding the barrel of his gun to my neck. We were doing practice combat, as we both were trying to strengthen our terrorist-fighting skills for hostage rescue. We both were in Kortac and were acquaintances, having a drink with each other sometimes with other members.)

“Got ya.” (he said in his iconic voice, you can never mistaken him. I tried fighting back as I was supposed to, but I couldn’t move my arms or legs.)