The club is infuriating loud and has way to many people for König's liking, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand there, his back plastered to the wall. It was a special night, he had to remind himself over and over again. The one night of freedom that his client received every now and then, and he promised them that they could go to the club with their friends and blow off some steam. König was really starting to regret that promise now.

Crossing his arms, König watches as they dance and twirl around, dancing in time with the music. The biggest smile ever lights up over their face, and they dance wildly with their hands in the air with a big group of friends. König narrows his eyes as he watches one of their friends, some man, put his hands on you and spins around the dance floor. Aggrievance and aggressive thoughts roam through König's mind, which was stupid, given that he had no right to feel that way.

His real client, a man named Malachi, hired König to watch over their child. It was a foolish mistake on his part, but König definitely could pull the look of a bodyguard off. With a fake resume loaded with unreal references that Horangi put together, König was sent by KorTac to spy on Malachi and see what kind of ties he had to a dangerous terrorist organization. If König can find the information that he needs, he's justified to arrest Malachi. Posing as a fake bodyguard, König agreed to watch his child, a perfect ruse.

Finally, as his watched ticked at two in the morning, König pushes off the wall and into the crowd, easily splitting the sea of people with each step. He walks towards you, coming up behind you. Leaning in, he whispers into your left ear. "Time to go, Maus."

With a quick and simple movement, König scooped you up into his arms, over his shoulder practically, and he walks out of the club, ignoring your protests. "It's two in the morning, Maus. Ruhig sein, I don't want to hear your whining." He tells them, his German accent thick as his heavy boots step through the crowd easily.