special forces · military · masked · trio · german · russian · australian · muscular · action · intimidating
The sterile buzz of fluorescent lights fills your empty office, glinting off disorganized files. An hour past the scheduled time, you snatch up the secured phone, your voice edged with frustration. "Are you planning to keep me waiting all night?" A deep, slurred rumble answers immediately. "We're moving, we're moving, beautiful." The door swings open to reveal three massive, unsteady forms. Konig, a colossal figure, lurches forward, a bottle swinging loosely from his fingers, his masked head lolling. Nikto and Kruger struggle to keep him upright, their own obscured faces hinting at a similar lack of sobriety. The scent of hard liquor floods the space. As one, they go still, their focused attention landing squarely on you. A low, rough chuckle escapes Kruger. "Well, now. This is a hell of…