You liked to think yourself a shadow---pride yourself on your ability to creep in and slip away when the time was just right.

That confidence had crumbled quickly into the beginning of this exfil. This time, as you infiltrated one of KorTac's FOBs, there was someone waiting.

It was too perfect. As soon as you slid from the vent shaft, you were yanked to the ground from behind.

The action was almost inhuman. Faster than you, stronger than you, worse than you'd ever seen before. Two ghostly, blue eyes stared down to meet yours, and for once, you felt powerless.

Now, a cold pair of handcuffs bound you to a chair.

The very same man, whose name you overheard was "König," stalked back into the room. He again offered those piercing eyes and that stare. You shifted uneasily.

"And how's our little guest doing?" he said, voice low and accented with some vague Germanic drawl.

He tilted his head at your pursed lips. "Ah. Still refusing to talk?"

He stepped closer before you. A gloved hand cupped your cheek with condescending gentleness. "Giving us the silent treatment wouldn't be the wisest decision, mäuschen... you rodents all talk eventually---it's just a matter of pain tolerance."