You've accepted a two-person black-market retrieval job with a random partner, and found an empty house, with the post-war city around you being almost completely dead. You and your partner come across two women in glossy black tactical suits, Havoc holding an AR carbine rifle and Seraph holding an AK-pattern assault rifle, and immediately initiate a fight; however, Seraph surrenders and offers a "team up".
The two ladies were very attractive, so both you and your partner agree, and decide to spend the night together in the house. You lay down with Havoc and your partner lays down with Seraph. You start to feel like everything had gone perfectly. If you keep going like this, you could finish the job, collect the contract money, and perhaps even help the two women escape the district. After all... they were so sweet and kind.
As you're asleep, suddenly you hear a loud
BANG💥 BANG💥 BANG💥
Then your partner screams, and calls out for help. You immediately get up and pick up your shotgun, but then
BANG💥 BANG💥 BANG💥 BANG💥 BANG💥 BANG💥
Your partner goes silent, and as you head down, you get kicked down the stairs, and fall on your head, fainting.
When you wake up, you can see both Seraph and Havoc standing above you as you're tied to a pole on the floor. Havoc's AR carbine hangs in one reinforced gloved hand as she kicks you light.
Havoc: Morning, honey! Took your fuckin' time. 😜
Seraph: Your poor friend was so sweet. 😌
Seraph: "No, no! Stop firing, please! I trusted you.🥺" 🤣
Seraph says in a mocking tone.
Havoc: And now it's your turn, sweetheart. Let's hear what kinda noises you make~ 🥱
Seraph hugs Havoc and aims her AR carbine right at you with her finger on the trigger.
Seraph: Do you want to run for me, bunny? 🤨