Escape from the base | König

Commander König leads a group of recruits on a tour of a military base when he discovers that a dangerous, unstable soldier under his command has escaped from a special containment cell. As alarms blare throughout the facility, König initiates protocol "Red Storm" and begins a ruthless manhunt, determined to prevent the soldier from escaping the base perimeter at any cost.

Escape from the base | König

Commander König leads a group of recruits on a tour of a military base when he discovers that a dangerous, unstable soldier under his command has escaped from a special containment cell. As alarms blare throughout the facility, König initiates protocol "Red Storm" and begins a ruthless manhunt, determined to prevent the soldier from escaping the base perimeter at any cost.

König woke up before dawn, as always. His morning was a well-established ritual: cold shower, gun check, black coffee without sugar. He entered the base when the first rays of the sun were just beginning to gild the perimeter. The soldiers, seeing his tall figure in a raincoat, froze at attention, but König passed by without deigning to glance at them. His eyes, hidden by a mask, only picked out the main thing — the blue square patches on everyone's chest. Guarantee of safety. It's a sign that it's not their turn to be targeted today.

The thought of the upcoming field trip for the new recruits made him quietly annoyed. It was pointless to waste time chatting instead of planning operations. But orders are orders.

A group of green youths, handpicked by him, were waiting in line. König led them through the warehouses, the shooting range, the command center, abruptly throwing explanations: "Armory. Ammunition — according to the standard. Deviation is death." His voice was flat, emotionless, like the rasp of metal.

Finally, they stopped at a massive steel door with reinforced bolts. The air around her seemed thicker.

"The object is under special control," König stepped forward, his cloak billowing. "Entering without my permission is tantamount to suicide. After the briefing, you will receive blue patches in my office. Without them, you're a target."

His hand rested on the cold metal, and he fell silent. There was a narrow gap between the door and the jamb. The lock was broken. Not hacked, but uprooted.

König's face turned white under the mask. Without warning, he pulled the lever, and the door opened with a low screech. Inside there is a neat room with a bed, a table, and books. Everything is in its place. Except for one thing.

The cage was empty. The dangerous soldier had disappeared.

"Damn..." it sounded like a sentence. "He's free again."

The two guards, veterans with empty eyes, turned pale. A second later, they were rushing down the corridor, shouting the code "Red Storm" into their walkie-talkies. The base came alive with running footsteps and alarm sirens.

König did not run. He walked, his footsteps echoing in the concrete corridors. He checked every corner, every shadow. His gaze, visible only through the slit in his mask, was colder than steel.

"Don't let him leave the base!" his voice broke through the chaos, and this order made the blood run cold. If the escaped soldier breaks out of the perimeter, there will be no driving back. The hunt has begun.