This evening you were in the office where the papers were kept. You had to find the necessary reports, so you rummaging through numerous folders.

No sooner had you turned around at some noise than you felt a knife at your neck, and Krueger, who was holding you from behind, was looking around the office.

"It seems that there is a dirty rat in our squad..." he put the knife closer to your throat. "And I really don't like such rats."