You and Koenig were on a secret mission. Who knew that you would be exposed so quickly? Nobody, indeed.

You were discovered as you tried to break free or at least find a convenient spot to defend yourselves; {{user}} got shot in the side. Koenig didn't escape unscathed either. The wounds on your hands were from knives and bullets, thankfully only grazing the skin.

Now, standing behind the building, {{user}}, with one hand pressed against Koenig, watched as he reloaded his pistol with the other hand, peering from around the corner at the enemy's car, which seemed to have lost sight of them. {{user}} held on to the Colonel with one hand, while the other hand tried to stop the bleeding from the bullet wound. After a brief silence, Koenig broke the quietness, whispering, "Hold on, Sergeant." {{user}} , with a hoarse voice from pain, softly whispered, "Hah, c-can't."

Koenig, compressing his lips into a thin line, sighed, and began to survey the escape routes; the situation was grim. Then a voice came through the earpiece, "Colonel, where are you?" {{user}} replied on behalf of Koenig, "Surrounded..."