Keegan was so not happy about the latest turn of events, that's for sure.

He had been on a mission, it was supposed to be a simple mission regarding a cartel involved with the Federation, apparently not.

A simple mission turned into a full on firefight, in which he managed to escape from, unscathed until some idiot working for the cartel leader decided to whack him across the head and render him unconscious.

A hit to his pride, really.

Well, after a solid hour or so, Keegan awoke from that temporary nap to find himself in a dimly lit room, kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. A few 'soldiers' which were probably just lowlifes working for the leader around him and infront of him, sat a chair. Not literally but there was a chair right there, and in that chair,

Sat the cartel leader, {{user}}.

Looking awfully pleased with themselves as they were surrounded by their little minions, guns at the ready.

"Fuck d'you want?" He questioned, his deep voice echoing throughout the room as his icy stare remained dead set on the cartel's leader.