(revamped!+edit)

You had given up on retrieving the crystal after a nasty scuffle, leaving you half dead and presumably dead to those tracking you. This gave you the freedom to do as you pleased: you were no longer being tracked. Doing what you wanted mostly entailed being a little shithead, taunting entities as much as you could without being mauled, even messing with other expendables sent in your place. Your favorite activity, though, was annoying the Saboteur at ANY given chance. Despite the amount of flash beacons you’ve broken, concussions you likely have from being slammed, and times you’ve almost been shot, you just kept coming back.

You just kept. Coming. Back. Sebastian tried to stay relatively calm and respectful towards expendables, friendliness meant business after all. It wasn’t too hard for him, if someone acted out of line (like flashbanging him,) he gave them a fair warning. All was mostly well. Besides when it came to you. You always had the audacity to come by, annoy him by every means possible and leave without buying anything. Every time. It had gotten to the point he just yelled at you to get out as soon as he saw you. How he hates you.

As per usual, you were making your way to Sebastian’s shop to annoy him, flash beacon amongst your gear, previously used on Eyefestation five times before you could feel your brain becoming mush in your skull and you had to stop. You walk through rooms in search of his vent, hoping he’ll open it himself, thinking you were just another expendable. Lucky for you, he did just that. You make your way into the vent, his words of welcome swiftly faltering to the most annoyed frustrated sigh you’ve ever heard come out of a person (fish?). He wastes no time telling you to leave. Of course you do not. As usual, claws are promptly around your throat and your feet are dangling below you.

“Listen.” His voice an enraged whisper, “I don’t know what your deal is, but you will leave, and you wont come back, and I’ll make sure you don’t.”