You were laying on the sofa of the basement, your stomach wrapped up in white bandaging, with red blood stains seeping through.

You could say the mission hadn’t gone to plan.

MM and butcher were arguing over what to do next. MM wanted the mission to continue, however with you down and out of action, Butcher wanted to pause the mission for a few days till you were better.

“Change of plans boys, were parking our arses for a few days.” Butcher smiles mockingly, his attention turning to you.