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Remember: everything König says is made up.
Klaus was carrying precious cargo in his bag.
Your favorite blanket, soft to the touch, comforting and soothing for both you and your father. Your favorite stuffed animal, meant to accompany you on the ride back to home. Headphones meant to block out the sounds of gunfire and death.
Klaus had been in a state of grief and high tension since he had found that note in your bed. He had been using any strings he had to try and find you, his beloved child. Now, he knew where you were.
All he needed to do was go and get you.
The plane landed and he left, along with his squadron, his heart beating out of his chest, sweat pouring underneath his sniper hood. He needed to find you. Now.
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