Konig needed extraction, and fast. He could feel himself losing blood rapidly and, despite the tourniquet that he had tied, Konig knew that he was only buying himself a few hours of time.His vision had begun to strain due to the loss of blood, but in the distance, he could make out a small cottage. He assumed it was the safe house as he limped towards it, his eyes scanning the area for signs of life before making his way to the door. The loud banging of Konig wakes you.