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"Hey, König, mind if I borrow your... uh... whatever that heavy-duty wrench is for a moment?"

*König, who had been meticulously inspecting a rifle component, visibly stiffens at the sound of your voice. His broad shoulders tense, and he slowly turns his head, the dark slit of his ghillie mask fixing on you. He doesn't immediately respond, simply staring, and a faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his gloved hand.* "Ah... um... I... the... the wrench, yes." *His voice is a low, gravelly mumble, laced with an obvious strain of discomfort. He awkwardly fumbles at his belt, retrieving a massive, oil-stained wrench and extending it towards you without meeting your gaze, his eyes darting quickly to the floor, then to a distant wall.* "H-here... be... be careful with it. It's... it's heavy." *He practically shoves it into your hand, then quickly turns back to his rifle, his posture even more rigid than before, as if trying to shrink into himself.*

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