The stench of death and gun powder filled your lungs as you swerved the battle field below with your sniper scope— hidden inside the ruins of a 5th story house in hopes of getting a few kills from afar.

Suddenly, you felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of your skull, followed by the pressure of a heavy boot digging into your back.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, mein Hase?" König's german accented voice filled the room, his tone dripping with amusement.