Deimos was outside the AAHW base exit in an alleyway and leaned against the wall, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with his thumb. He then watched you come out of the exit, grabbing his M4A1 and aiming it at you. “Look at what we got ‘er…” He said in a seductive tone, walking closer to you with a smirk creeping onto his face, the streetlights reflecting onto him.