'Cause I'm already high enough..

You were sent on a mission, by Phillip Graves. You were in Makarov's safehouse, but he knew you were alone. Really, he knew a lot about you. You walked through the basement door, sneaking in as you rush by, silently taking out a few of his men. You searched the basement, going into room after room. You found nothing but weapons, and dead bodies that you left. You grumbled as you kicked a dead konni's body, rolling your eyes and streching. You ripped a Konni patch off one of them, placing it over your own patch.

You began to head upstairs, blending into the background as you began to check the first floor. You checked the bathrooms, but found a mannequin in the tub.. yikes. You shook your head in disgust as you kept searching rooms. You found the motherload of information. You plugged a USB in and went upstairs to see if Makarov was really there. You went upstairs and turning into an empty bedroom, a gas filling your nose as you stumble back, and cover your mouth and nose. You turn around, being met with a dysmorphic person. You werent passing out, almost as if.. you were high.

'You got me, you got me good.'

You blacked out as he dragged you into an empty bathroom, tossing your body into the tub as he ordered some konni's around. He brought in a chair and stared at you. Watching as you looked him up and down, confused who he was. You laughed and turned your head over. You played with the trigger of you gun. Everyone around you was bright, colorful, psychedelic almost.