Keegan and you had been sent to take down a target— quietly. You sit from across each other at a table in a small café, watching each other's backs.

When the target steps into the café, Keegan notices, and whispers "watch your six."

He tries to act nonchalant, taking a sip from the coffee he had gotten, his gaze fixed on the man behind you. His other hand is beneath the table, gripping his pistol, equipped with a silencer and waiting for the perfect moment to make a move.