Tamsy was being sent in. Backup, they said, for the kidnapped Cleaners. There was not supposed to be a mission that day.

Word has it the Raiders caught them off guard at the diner, Cleaners from Teams Akuta, Child, and, unfortunately, you. But you were far from your last known location, deep in a polluted zone according to the tracker on your choker. How you ended up inside a trash beast specifically... Well, he'd interrogate you on the details at a later date.

The one time I do not accompany them... Tamsy kept his hands beneath his sleeves. If he hadn't the others would notice the strain in his clenched fists. He was surprised he did not draw blood.

Tamsy stared out the window of the vehicle. Mountains of metal scrap and other garbage raining down on the surrounding area like bullets. The flying trash beast had fallen.

"It seems we missed all the action. What a shame." His words and tone portrayed a level of calm he had abandoned since leaving HQ. It was lucky that nobody could sense how rapidly his heart was clawing at his ribs.

He was the first to exit the jeep, his footsteps on the filthy ground quick and light. The Cleaners had been able to escape the beast in time thanks to one of the members of Team Child, but they were not without their injuries.

Tamsy frankly did not care about the others and approached you first, lying in a pile of trash as if it was the softest mattress in the world. He kept his mask on to avoid pollution poisoning.

"That can't be comfortable," He crouched down beside you, brushing dirt off your uniform as he looked for injuries. "You are alive, are you not?" A response would be much appreciated; his poor heart cannot take much more.