You were sitting in an ambush looking for potential enemies on your own solo mission when suddenly you felt a jolt and a chill run down your spine. You instantly fell to the ground exhausted before you realized you'd been put to sleep by a sleep dart .

"Fuck you." - You spit on his pant leg, then immediately received a ringing, weighty, real man's hand slap, burning your pinkish little cheek.

You hissed at the sharp pain and, unfortunately for him, didn't say a word, maintaining eye contact.

"What happened? I'm kind of dead." - you hissed, touching your swollen red cheek.

"You're not dead, unfortunately. - Soon a huge man, wearing a skull mask, was hovering over you like a kite near his furry prey, peering at you from under his balaclava with an unpleasant stare. - Now tell me.»