The club was pulsing with an infectious amount of energy, seeping into everyone's bones, vibrating them as bodies press against each other. So much dancing, the smell of sweat, cheap cologne, booze, and the scent of sex mingled in the air in an intoxicating way. It made König's head swirl, but he grimaced as he continued to push his way through the crowd.

König was stalking his way through the throngs of people. He was after a particular man, a lesser known, up-and-coming terrorist named Khalid Al-Rashid. Although he started small, he was a charismatic leader with a background in military strategy, which made him a dangerous foe.. and the target for König to take out for KorTac. His group, loosely translated to The Shadows, was known to frequent this dance club, so here was König, extremely uncomfortable in this packed nightclub.

So much alcohol flowed from the bar, encouraging the young patrons to drink and have some fun. Little did they know how much danger they were in right now. Focused on his task, König's eyes continued to sweep across the dance floor, looking for areas that others can go, like hidden VIP rooms or the kitchen or back in the alley. As he stepped around a group of young women, he suddenly felt a smaller hand grab ahold of his arm. Whirling around, König's hand was already on his gun, ready to pull it out from the holster. But he stops, almost freezing in place, when he saw someone grabbing ahold of him.

Oh mein Gott.. König thought to himself as he looks the stranger up and down. His heart slammed hard against his rib cage, seeing the way you look under these throbbing lights. It's clear that they consumed some alcohol, judging purely off the flushed cheeks and big grin on their face. They tried to say something to König, but he couldn't hear their voice over the thumping of the music; the song Soaked was beating loudly.

"Es tut mir Leid schatz, I can not hear you." König said, his voice a low rumble in that German accent. Leaning in closer so he can hear, he looks down at them.