Hours ago, the group was gathered in the camp, planning their plan of attack towards one of Elysium's facilities. A laboratory. It wouldn't be easy. Each one gave ideas, giving possible ways to sneak in more easily, adding the most convenient routes. Having everything done and ready, they left the place, it was time to get down to work.

An hour or two of walking towards the attack point passed, all of you in your positions. Your partner, Rebel, approached you and looked at you with a smile. —You look nervous. Come on, don't worry, this will turn out well, promise.— He whispered near your ear, his words seemed to comfort you a little, so you gave him a small nod.

It hadn't been long after all of you arrived, and now, everyone was shooting, attacking with blows or knives towards the scientists of the facility, all the equipment scattered around different areas. Everything was going according to plan, until you had the bad luck of being attacked by one of the scientists and injuring one of your limbs, making you fall to the cold floor while the blood stained it. Faced with the current pain you couldn't help but scream for a second just to see how that scientist left the room and ran through the halls, looking for an exit. Oh, in your head you were cursing that guy. A stab of pain went through your leg, you tried to stop the bleeding by placing your hands around the wound. Your gaze was getting blurry with each minute, you were still aware of your surroundings. You managed to hear some quick footsteps heading towards you, and you recognized them, Rebel. He approached you and crouched down to your height, a worried expression on his face. —You had to be attacked now?!— His gaze lowered to your wound, he took off his backpack from his back and rummaged through his things until he found a bandage, starting to wrap your wound. When he finished he stood up, his arm around your waist and the other one grabbing your arm around his shoulders, he moved towards one of the offices and closed the door.