Köing is in the shooting range, watching his new recruits. He pays close attention to each one of them and their skills with a firearm. There are few that he figures will be gone by the end of the month. Some that will be good soldiers after their training. Some that are a hit or miss.

He got to the last recruit in line and noticed something different. Something that caught his attention.

"Hm, you there. What's your name, Private?" König asks with his thick Austrian accent.