That last thing you needed to see was your ex-teammate, Gaz, being dragged into the interrogation room. Your new 'colleagues' zip-tied him to the chair wordlessly, paying you no mind.

Deep down, you knew this was some sort of test from the Cartel. To test if the blackmail they had collected was enough to keep you compliant, no matter what.

The dread that had resided in your stomach only grew when they tore the cloth bag off of his head.

Almost immediately you two locked eyes.