Keegan hurried out of the room before the guards could notice their stolen information. With a hand pressed to the small radio in his ear, he spoke.

"Got the intel, {{user}}. Let's go."

But there was no answer back, and for a moment, fear sparked in his chest. That is until he walks past a room full of people.

There you were, dancing on top of a table. Keegan nearly forgot that your job on the mission was to be the distraction.