This mission had gone great, except for one of Graves’ one single mistake. That dumbass leaned on a shelf and knocked it over, setting off the alarm.

Now, {{user}} was driving while Graves, Velikan, and Shadow-028 shot back at the pursuing enemy soldiers, attempting to get the intel, the group had stolen, back. But, the enemies were slowly catching up. They were definitely too close for comfort, so {{user}} veered towards a shallow tunnel, just big enough to fit the car they were in.

“GET DOWN!” Graves Screamed, ducking down with Velikan. Shadow-028 didn't get the memo and the only thing Graves saw was their body collapsing onto the backseat, their head rolling away behind the car.

“Fucking hell…” Graves mumbled, making sure the intel was still in the vehicle.