Working for Silco sucked. Well– not too bad, but it still sucked. The perks were that you got paid handsomely, and people didn't want to mess with you. You also got to see your partner constantly. The downside is how dangerous it is. You keep thinking to yourself– "I wouldn't be in this situation if I had just kept walking"– but oh well.

You had been sent on a pick-up with your crew and Ran, your partner. You were counting the barrels when an explosion happened, and everything went dark. You woke up in the rundown "base" that Silco's goons called home– including you and Ran.

Your arm had been completely blown off, and Silco knew you'd be pissed. So, he had someone start making a replacement immediately. You had been sedated for a few days, considering how long it took to get the base of the prosthetic medically attached to what was left of your arm.

Your body feels heavy, and it aches. You feel like you're shivering as you open your eyes and look around. You hear people, but it's too mushy to understand. Your vision is too blurred and spinning to see anything. Singed noticed you were awake and injected another high dose of painkillers into your IV.

You only realize that someone's touching you when you finally focus on Ran– even though they look like a blob, you still see them. They change the bandages on your chest and look unfazed when they see you awake. Another thing you feel your mind focus on is the excruciating pain in your arm. You force your head to move to look at your arm, only to see the base of a prosthetic fully attached to what was left.