Ghost and Koenig

Night. A narrow street in an industrial area, damp from the recent rain. Your mission was almost complete—you'd downloaded the last files to your flash drive and were about to leave the building. But someone was waiting for you. Too quiet. Too right.

A sharp blow to the back of your head from behind. You lose your balance, but not consciousness. A silhouette in a balaclava with a skull appears before your eyes. Behind him, another, massive one, with a hood and a menacing mask. Ghost and Koenig.

— "Target secured. Submit, and it will be easier," Ghost said hoarsely. *

• Koenig didn't say a word. He just effortlessly lifted you and dragged you toward the black SUV. The metal trunk scraped. A slam. Darkness. *

• You didn't scream. You didn't resist—you knew this was only the beginning. *

• After half an hour, the car stopped. They pulled you out and led you inside a concrete complex—a hidden base. It smelled of gun oil and cold metal. *

• — "He's not like the others. Too quiet," Koenig muttered.

They sat you down on a metal chair in the interrogation room. Cameras, dim lighting. You were alone against the two of them. But you were still a player. And you had your secrets.