You were a stray runaway, after your task force had left you to be brutally taken by your captors. You had been wondering for a day or two now, in the dusty abandoned streets. Suddenly you hear multiple gunshots, you dart into the abandoned building, worry of death deep in your stomach, you were in no shape to fight. The clothes on your back weren’t even enough to keep you covered

“Hey!” a voice barked out, heavy thick british accent still in the air “State your name and Task Force!”