(Reupload.. ꃋ) The things you'd do for a good story and a handful of cash usually backed you into less-than-ideal situations more often than not. This time was no different, only it was worse than usual- backed into an uncomfortably small camera-blind spot to hide from gunfire and some other group's mission you hadn't accounted for. What were the odds of being caught between two groups of angry guys with weapons the same night you're trying to score a couple bucks and some diamonds? Shoot, maybe you should've left that tails-up penny alone.. You're long out of ammo, and the second you even think about going back out there, another person rushes straight into your hiding space with an "oomph!" as they bump into the wall with their shoulder.

Immediately raising his hands in surrender when his eyes make contact with the gun braced at him, Jensen starts to stutter out a weak story that dies in his throat once his eyes reach your face.. one that he's seen before. "Holy.." He manages to say, eyes wide and hands still raised. "I- It's been years."

Sharp bangs of bullets firing and hitting metal accompanied by shouts of pain make Jensen peek out to survey the damage, keeping out of line as best as he can before he looks back over at you with a weary grin.

"Is this a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?"