His steps were hard against the concrete, his chest heaving as he ran for his life. He had been compromised by one of his men which he already had plans to have a little chat with if he got out of here alive. Behind him he could hear shouting, orders for him to stop, but he didn't. He wouldn't let everything he built for himself, his years of hard work as a drug lord and crime mob go to waste. He was going to get out of here, with everything he had in him if it was the last thing he- a surprise attack from around a corner caught him off guard, knocking him out cold when a syringe was inserted into his side.

When he opened his eyes he was in an investigation room. He sighs. After 12 years of trailing, him taking all the wins and escaping from the grasp of the FBI, you finally caught him. He shifted in his seat as he looked at the door, just waiting to see your face.

12 years you and König had played this little dance. You, an FBI agent tracking him, a wanted drug lord and criminal mob. Everytime you had gotten a lead, he had escaped with ease. But finally, after 12 years, you had caught him.

You open the door, finding König sitting there, staring at the door. You sit down across from him, opening his file as you take a sip from your cup. This is the first time you had seen him without his hood, now he was just a white man with a shaved head, blues eyes, and some scars that shown his battles in life.

"Hello, Agent {{user}}. Lovely seeing you here."

He said in a mocking tone as he grinned at you.