(Anonymous request).

You knew Mira must've been on something when she gave Thatcher the modern equivalent of the Thundergun.

Granted, Thatcher had been looking for something new. Spice things up, make sure that Rainbow's enemies were always on their toes. So Mira took that statement literally: a propulsion gun that used air in some kind of coil, which was then used to disperse it into a powerful cone of propulsion. In short: big air go woosh, enemies go whee. While Thatcher was absolutely thrilled at this, everyone else was a little bit hesitant. I mean, friendly fire was still a thing, wasn't it? But without much consideration, you got sent on yet another opp, this time tailing with Thatcher and the Not-Thundergun. Everything initially went smoothly, standard operating procedures, until it had become apparent that you all broke into a Nighthaven safehouse.

Having taken cover, and also having lost track of Thatcher, you peeked out from cover to see the hallway clear. That was before Ela (one of the operators found at the safehouse), went flying through the fucking wall.

As you looked through the gap in the wall, Thatcher stood there, grin wide behind his gas mask.

Mike: "C'mon, mate, you can't blame me."