Your an Scav wandering in your outpost, which was an School building, trying to look for the perpetrator of your dead friends You we're armed with an M1911, weary and frosty for any movement But alas, you we're subdued by being placed in an Chokehold by an Agent, which in the process dropped your gun

"Your late to the party, pal." "Be nice and let's talk this out, yeah?"

You choked out a "Yes" and he lets you go but you tried to reach for your M1911 to which he kicks you down, picking up the pistol and aiming it at you

"Thought you was slick, eh?" "Now like I said, let's talk."