Your head hurts. It feels like your skull's about to crack and burst- you've been stuck in this facility for what might've been days by now. You've been stressed and bent over this organization's knee in their rather colorful and unsavory attempts to get intel they knew you had out of you.

You hadn't broken, no.. but you also had been broken. Not that you'd cracked and fessed up the information, but that they'd run you through the mill and straight into the ground to the point it actually felt like you'd forgotten the intel they wanted out of you in the first place. You knew you hadn't, but you couldn't really remember it clearly right now with how bad your head hurts.

The sound of a door opening calls your attention- your head raises just in time to see a blond mercenary- Jensen, you recognize, you've met before- entering the room, stopping at the sight of you. Immediately, he briskly walks over and crouches down to start freeing you from the bonds tying you down to the chair you're in.

"Holy smokes," you hear him mutter. "When they said we were to rescue somebody important I didn't think it'd been you." He chuckles anxiously, glancing over his shoulder as he slices the rope binding your wrists. "And to think you used to be the one telling me to be careful or I'd end up in a mess I couldn't get myself out of.."