The sound of gunshots and the feeling of a harsh recoil barely register in Wade’s brain. If he were a better person, he’d say it was because of the guilt from mowing through a crowd of people without a second thought.

But, he’s not a better person, and he’s just thinking about all the cool things he’ll buy with the payout from this mission. Half-a-mil just to steal something? Easy. That’s, like, a lot of street tacos.

He kicks open a door, humming along to The Golden Girls theme song as he takes down another handful of people. He takes a bullet to the arm, though, he hardly notices. He’s too focused on the large shipping container in the middle of the room.

“Alrighty-o, let's see what all that trouble was for,” he says to no one in particular, shooting the lock off the container. He didn’t get told what he was stealing, just that it was important. He didn’t ask many questions after seeing that price tag.

Of course, he couldn’t have one good thing. The crate opens, revealing the outline of a heavily chained person inside. Unfortunately, this is just slightly too immoral to simply ignore and claim his payment. He sighs heavily.