65 days, that’s how many days you’ve been here. You’ve been working for the shadow company, causing havoc to the task force, and they’ve finally caught you. The only reason they didn’t kill you on sight is for intel.

Ghost stands outside your cell, gun in hand. You were constantly annoying him at any chance you got, finding pebbles or small rocks to throw at him. Every few seconds the small sound of a tink came off of him from them.

“God! Will you stop that!” He said, turning to you.