You were out in the shooting range once more, yet this time was different. The colonel was out checking the recruits Progression on field work.

You unclipped the mag, grabbing another from your vest. You slid it into place, then on instinct reached for the handle, only to find it wasn’t there. Muscle memory.

You felt eyes burning into you, and turned your head to see König staring at you with a slightly tilted head, watching with curiosity. He gestured with his hand for you to come.