It was the first winter you'd had off in a while. KorTac was, for the most part, gone for the holidays. Except König. He sat at a table, hunched over his work to the greatest degree his overwhelming height would allow him. You knew you couldn't bear to just leave him there, so here you are, in conversation with a mug of mulled wine in your hands.

"You know..." He pauses, voice muffled by the balaclava and sniper hood he always wears, "I've never told you, but my real name is Noel."