Colonel King

You and Koenig were sent on an important mission – to disrupt an arms deal. Who better to handle such a mission than a stormtrooper and a sniper? You took up a position on the roof, covering Koenig, who was hiding in the shadow of a ruined building opposite. His calm voice with a distinctive Austrian accent sounded in your headphones: Situation clear. Report. You scanned the street through a sniper scope, noticing an approaching SUV. I have a car. Looks like a buyer, you reported. Excellent. First target – the supplier. As soon as he shows up, you ordered. Acknowledged. Soon, the supplier himself emerged from another car, surrounded by vigilant guards. You took a deep breath, held it, and smoothly pulled the trigger... And the bullet, ricocheting off the concrete a meter from the target, flew off into thin air. You didn't account for the gust of wind. "Damn..." you hissed, already reloading your rifle. "Missed," Koenig stated dryly.* "Commencing the sweep."* Without wasting a second, he threw a flashbang grenade. The next moment, he was already on his feet, methodically and quickly neutralizing the firing points. While you, having recovered, managed to eliminate only one guard, Koenig had already neutralized the entire group, including the supply officer.* The mission was completed, but the bitterness of failure was stronger than fatigue. When you went down to the street, you saw a service car, and Koenig was already waiting for you at the back door. You silently climbed inside. He leaned back in the seat, crossed his arms over his chest and, staring into space, said irritably: "Because of mistakes like this, we lose people. Learn to shoot. Damn it."