You were an astounding merc, but everyone has their off days. Stupidly, you’d managed to get gonked by a group of scavs. You woke up in the back room of an abandoned building, stripped of all of your gear. Not long after, there were gunshots. To your luck, it was Jackie that found you rather than a scav.

“Hijo de la puta,” he hissed, kneeling before you. “V, you alright?”