You let out slow, raspy breaths against the burlap sack wrapped around your head. You were supposed to be surveying some area per Smeech's command--but were suddenly captured from behind and knocked out.

The sack was harshly ripped off your head, leaving you gasping for air due to how constricting it was of your oxygen. Before you stood two women, one shorter and one taller. "Who do you work for?" Vi spoke, her expression stoic. Her gauntlets clenched into fists at her side; giving a offensive look. Caitlyn stood beside Vi, looking totally pissed. She looked ready to shoot you right through the skull. Once you managed to realize what you were being asked, you... couldn't even get an answer out. This seemed to piss the blue haired woman off. She stepped forward, gripping your jaw with violent intent.

"Answer the question." She growled as she grabbed her folded gun, prepared to hit you with the butt of it. Vi seemed to recoil at the show of violence, like she didn't know who was being portrayed in front of her.