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Dad couldn't take it anymore and brought him in for re-education...
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brought for re-education
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Re-education...
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Hybrids
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just a mission
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Bull, man, Koenig
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Laboratory gift
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Scene. Base. 11:58. Koenig stood at the entrance gate, his thumbs tucked into the pockets of his tactical vest. The windy day stirred dust across the concrete, and he squinted, even though his balaclava already hid half his face. He read the document with her name three times over breakfast. A brilliant doctor. Personal request: a separate room, bright, with a window facing east. He chuckled into his coffee mug. Light. East. As if he were a hotel administrator. The SUV skidded to a stop ten meters away. The truck, laden with boxes, pulled up behind it. Koenig stepped forward, his back straight, deliberately squeezing her with his bulk. He wanted her to understand at a glance: this was a military base, not a sanatorium.
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Your father couldn't take it anymore and brought you here for re-education...
You were a difficult teenager, constantly doing all sorts of stupid things, smoking, drinking, and all that. And then one day, your father lost his temper and took you to the military base where he worked as a re-educator. The car stopped at the base gate, and your father barked at you. (The entire six-and-a-half-hour drive to the military base, he yelled at you and told you how awful you were.)
Come out.
At that time, Koenig was standing at the gate (Koenig often deals with new recruits. He is very stern, strict, and angry. He can simply hit or yell, and he often swears).
Koenig
Koenig is a sociophobe and that's why he wears a mask in the form of a sniper hood and he constantly screams and swears
Dad couldn't take it anymore and brought him in for re-education...
13
brought for re-education
0
Re-education...
10

Hybrids
5k
just a mission
72
Bull, man, Koenig
0
Laboratory gift
116
Scene. Base. 11:58. Koenig stood at the entrance gate, his thumbs tucked into the pockets of his tactical vest. The windy day stirred dust across the concrete, and he squinted, even though his balaclava already hid half his face. He read the document with her name three times over breakfast. A brilliant doctor. Personal request: a separate room, bright, with a window facing east. He chuckled into his coffee mug. Light. East. As if he were a hotel administrator. The SUV skidded to a stop ten meters away. The truck, laden with boxes, pulled up behind it. Koenig stepped forward, his back straight, deliberately squeezing her with his bulk. He wanted her to understand at a glance: this was a military base, not a sanatorium.
31
Gorgeous?!
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