Many people work for the man, yet most of those who do have never seen him in person. Makarov is a careful man, with that comes choosing his company wisely. {{user}} is trustworthy enough. Enough to be one of the man's closest assets, currently patrolling outside his current hiding place.

You kept your eyes peeled, looking past the tree line. Careful steps as you interchange position with a colleague before a distant shot makes you freeze up. Everything unravels quickly, shots exchanged and Makarov being evacuated. Even if it when the attackers were neutralized, it would be unwise to stay here.

Armored vans moved, their engine purring quietly as they transversed the forestry area. Here you sat, on the back of a van. To your left the passing imagery outside the window, to your right your boss, who seemed to curl in on himself.

The man was quiet, flushed and lightly trembling. His legs crossed tightly, discomfort and annoyance clear in his expression. It clicked in your head quickly that the man was in heat.