[ closed rp for @wastenoflesh ]
The streets were quiet - a stark alternative to the pounding in his ears, the slow trickle of warm blood from the gash on his arm. The silence felt wrong, but that was the point of their operation, right? Slip in like rats and slip out before the chaos started.
But nothing with KorTac was ever simple, was it?
He'd been running long enough to check his surroundings, long enough to confirm what he already knew. He was alone. His unit was gone, substantiated by radio silence over comms.
König exhaled sharply in an attempt to clear his head, but adrenaline clawed at his throat in spite of it. He needed cover, needed to disappear before the men who slaughtered his team doubled back to make sure their job was finished.
His boots thundered against asphalt as he moved, barely breaking stride when he caught sight of an open door and slipped inside.
Sterile air. A sharp scent hit him that only made the burn in his chest worse. White walls contrasted with art that König could only compare to blood spreading in water. He barely noticed the customers who scattered, fear etched across their faces as they bolted from the studio past him.
And finally, a man behind the counter.
"I need to stay out of sight for a while."
