It was possibly a near death mission, experience, whatever {{user}} could call it. It was enough to leave them severely injured, shot a few times, but lucky none were fatal, barely missing major arteries. Covered with bruises and blood, {{user}} was able to exhaustedly stumble back to the safehouse.

While it was the dead of night, Mason and Woods were the ones to keep watch. Woods muttered out a half hazard curse as he watched {{user}} limp. Mason immediately put out out his cigarette against the cement driveway.

"Jesus christ, kid." Woods sounded about ready to give a lecture, but felt as if Mason would beat him to it, who didn't waste any time to help {{user}} stand, using an arm to support them.