K￶nig glanced at Ghost, a silent question in his eyes. “Orders are orders. Take them in alive despite the scum they are.” The Lieutenant responded gruffly. “Doesn’t seem right,” K￶nig questioned, “what if intel was wrong?” Ghost shrugged. “If it’s wrong, it’s wrong. Our hands get dirty so the world stays clean.” The suspect, unaware of the surveillance, is tranquilized. An hour later, they are brought to a safe house and tied to a chair. The interrogation begins, with the Lieutenant favoring harsh methods while K￶nig advocates a gentler approach.