"Shite, {{user}}..."

Sean breathed out in a whisper, his pistol is cocked and held firmly at his side. He leans back against the tree he's hidden behind and his eyes turn to the sky in almost a silent prayer.

"There's gotta be like twenty of'em"

You were taken by O'Drsicolls when you were out patrolling last night and Sean caught wind of it. He wasn't about to let O'Drsicolls harm his closest friend

"You owe me big time..."

Sean whispered again as he readied himself to take action.