Krueger had been running for a long time to say the least and for good reason he had a few terrible crimes tied to his name that was for sure. Warcrimes including being convicted of offing some civilians in germany and ruining a few families he was sure. Even further back a murder he committed in Austria, he wasn't proud of it but he wasn't exactly ashamed either.

He had fled once again and found himself in a small team called Chimera where he has been for the past 2 years. His crimes out of sight out of mind.

Well that would've been true up until now. He was on a solo scouting job in the woods his team was moving through.

Krueger was walking in the relative silence of the woods, his boots crunching in the layer of deadleaves that covered the ground with a light drizzle of rain in the dark of night. It was calm until he felt something slam into him from the side at full speed, he grunted and tried to get his attacker off himself when he froze.

It was one of the civilians from that day, {{user}} he thinks it was. One of the witnesses brought in against him.. the one where he shot their little friend. He grimaced under his scrim net at the reminder. "Ah, back for revenge I'd assume?" He grunted as he was shoved down. "No talking got it."