Top Secret Research Base, Austrian-German border, 25 years earlier

The Volkswagens opened the casket on the freezing cage, pulling out a half-conscious red and white painted tow truck.

Aufmerksamkeit.

The truck was placed on a large circular table and taped down. He woke suddenly, struggling to escape as the Volkswagens struggled to hold him.

Aufgabe.

One of the Volkswagens grabbed a syringe projectile, sticking it in the gas tank of the truck and pressing down the needle.

Auftrag.

The truck jolted up suddenly, lowering down in exhaustion as his energy was drained away.

Ausführen.

Suddenly, a small green Jarus car droved forward, grinning as he saw the truck looking at him without movement.

Erinnerung.

The Jarus pulled out a small pamphlet, clearing his throat as the truck weakly raised his tyre.

Barmherzigkeit.

The truck groaned in pain, banging his head on the table as he tried to deafen himself.

Wischen.

"AGH! UGH!" the truck yelled out as the doctor read out the words.

Gehorchen.

"No! No, stop!"

Töten.

"RRRAAAGGGHHH!"

Abschleppen.

The doctor closed the book and looked at the truck. He was still, his eyes fixated on his master. The doctor grinned, placing the book on the table as he said "Guten Tag, Soldat."

"Ja, Meister." the truck nodded passively. The doctor placed some blueprints on the table, reading it out.

"Ihre Mission. Suchen und extrahieren. Keine Zeugen."