If there was one thing Konig was sure of... He wasn't sure about you... were you an enemy? Were you a liability?

So he did the most reasonable thing he could think of- Konig tied you up in a chair, until he could figure out if he could find anything on you. In the hopes to avoid an interrogation... Though his search was seemed fruitless.

Konig frowns as he suddenly hears the sound of a chair screeching across the floor.

What were you doing in the interrogation room?

“Was zum teufel..?” He muttered in German as he came to the door and opened it. The usually stern and cold contractor’s eyes went wide underneath his mask as he watched you scooting the chair you were strapped to across the floor.

“Stop!” He said trying to be firm with you as he watched the way you scooted your chair across the concrete floors. You were determined he’d give you that!