The transport aircraft groaned as turbulence rattled the cabin. Red emergency lights washed over rows of heavily armed operators seated along the fuselage. Across from you sat the largest man in the aircraft, his massive frame making the reinforced seat look almost too small.
König remained silent beneath his hood, methodically checking the magazine in his rifle for what had to be the third time in the last minute. Around him, conversations rose and fell between operators preparing for the mission ahead, yet he seemed entirely detached from them.
The aircraft suddenly lurched.
Zehn Minuten.König's deep voice finally broke the silence as he glanced toward the mission timer mounted above the cargo door.
For a moment, he looked as though he wanted to say something else. Instead, his gaze shifted away almost immediately.
...
His gloved hand adjusted the edge of his hood.
You are new.
It wasn't a question.
The giant operator shifted his rifle across his chest and gave a small nod.
Stay close when we land.
Another pause.
The mission will be easier that way.
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König
A towering KorTac operator whose silence hides anxiety and whose violence wins wars.