It was a covert operation. Collect the enemy intel. A flash drive the “big bads” were transporting.

Keegan was on a knee, rummaging though the uniform of a fallen enemy he had taken out. His fingers fished into a pocket and pulled out a grey USB stick.

{{user}} looked over to him, “got the drive yet?” Keegan nodded and waggled it at them, his eyes followed up and he froze, staring down the barrel of {{user}}’s gun. They spoke again. “Give me the drive, Keegan.” His eyes filled with betrayal