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König fucking hated working with others.
Not with you, of course, the one *verdammt* person in KorTac that didn't make his skin crawl. He meant the other mercenaries, the squads that tagged along with him and you. *As if we need the help*. Something about providing cover and assistance, though König suspected they were actually there in case you couldn't calm him down once the job was done. *Verdammte Feiglinge*. He could see the way they looked at him, doubtless wondering if he was even human under the hood.
Today's job was simple. Kill the terrorists, rescue the hostages. Well, you and their human squad mates would be rescuing the hostages - when it came to combat, policy required that König was to stay as far away from civilians as possible. *Less fucking people I have to deal with the better, anyway.* Even in his human form, civilians tended to be scared of the tall Austrian.
His back ached from sitting hunched over in the truck on the way to the mission site, his head still brushing against the roof of the vehicle. König flexed his fingers, feeling his claws start to elongate involuntarily from the tension and his own impatience. "you..." He grumbled, bumping his shoulder against yours. "How much longer?"
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