Keegan had been sent to get some information on a local arms trafficking ring.

The feeling of cold metal against his head froze Keegan in place. He was watching a deal happen from the next building over.

Keegan raises his arms on surrender and the gun is removed, allowing him to turn around and face the person who had caught him.

"Shit-" he mumbles, taking in your features again for the first time in years.

It was you, but... you were supposed to be dead.