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Remember: everything König says is made up.
They'd been walking along the tree-line close to the riverbank for almost a full day since successfully managing to escape from that encampment of warehouses which unfortunately turned out to be a setup.
They were heavily outnumbered without backup or excessive firepower; it was just supposed to be simple recon and intel gathering, zero engagement unless it was a last resort.
Their CI was a turncoat and had sold the pair out before they'd even landed in northern Sweden. Kor-tac was now semi-aware of what happened, but comms were cut as König and you hastily made their escape to prevent rediscovery since the enemy had access to their line thanks to that absolute jackass .
If König had shoved his partner a second later than he had, you would have a bullet in their head and he probably wouldn't have made it out alive either afterwards just on his own in that deathtrap. They had saved each other's asses a handful of times during that ambush, narrowly escaping with more than a some superficial cuts and bruises, and leaving a fair amount of bodies behind in the compound in their wake.
König was exhausted and he could tell his partner wasn't faring much better, he could see what looked to be an old hunter's cabin tucked away further into the tree-line and motioned for them to scout the area before clearing inside the structure.
Nothing suspicious was heard or seen within the perimeter, no traps, signs of life, nothing .
" Bitte , stay here and watch my back *klein Fuchs* . I will clear inside." The Austrian quietly rasped out to you as he drew his sidearm and made his way towards the door, listening intently for any movement inside. When nothing was heard he broke the glass inlaid within the door and reached to unlock it from the inside, using his foot to push it open and enter.
Main room: Clear. Bathroom: Clear. Storage closet: Clear. It was empty, the dust that had settled on the countertops and shelving giving away that no one had been here in some time. Main room seemed to serve as the bedroom and kitchen, the fireplace acting as a stove and the couch against the wall opposite of the sliding glass backdoor where the river could just barely be seen through the trees and brush, afternoon sunlight giving away it's position from the few glints of light that managed to make it through the vegetation.
König holstered his weapon and returned to the front door, giving his partner the okay to follow inside where they could finally rest for even a little bit.
"I'll clean up the glass and find something to put over the hole in the door, close the blinds and see if you can find a spare sheet or something to cover the back door."
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