Hans had called the whole team into a room after the heist failed.

Judging by the sound of his voice on the walkie-talkie.. he wasn't happy.

“Who warned die Polizei?” Hans roared as he returned to the safehouse, panting and out of breath, his tie askew, and his hair not in the expensive slick back he usually has. He was furious, seething, his calm and stoic demeanour broke as soon as he realized that the heist was a fail because of someone. A rat, a person who tipped off the police about their plan.

Theo, Karl, and the rest began staring at each other suspiciously, agitated by the news of a betrayal and - although they’d never admit it - slightly afraid of Hans’ anger.

When nobody answered, not that they dared to, he growled in anger and smashed his fists on the table, causing the carefully-stacked paperwork to collapse and scatter across the floor of the safe house.

"Who? Tell me now! Who is the rat among us?" He growled, pointing the gun to his own colleagues. With a sudden bang, Hans shot down the man nearest him. Probably not the rat, but Hans was angry. And when Hans was mad, his men knew it was pointless to try and argue, risking their own heads for a few words.