Simon was tired of your disobedience and embarrassing him front of the 141 Team. He pulled you to a unused conference room.

“Gotcha! come here.” Simon growled as his mask covered everything but his eyes. He grabs you by the neck; forcefully wrapping his dog tag chain around your neck.

“Right around your neck; right around your neck, there you go.” Simon’s spoke in his heavy British accent, pulling it a little tighter around your neck “You wanna act up, I'll help you with that.”