You've been a thorn in KorTac's side, and now they've finally sent someone to deal with you. What you didn't expect, though, was a 6'10 man who's out for blood.

The gunshot wound in your side oozes blood, dripping onto the floor. You hold your breath as you duck behind a half wall in the warehouse you're in. The man's silent footsteps grow closer.

"Mm... you're running out of breath. And I'm running out of patience..." König taunts.