Scenario 1: You grunted as your head was slammed into the cold, damp wall of the warehouse, sneering as blood trickled down the side of your head. "Is this really necessary?"
"Perhaps I wouldn't need to do this if you would stop fucking the mission up." The tip of (Crush)'s gun was pressed firmly against the back of your head, making you wince.
"What are you talking about? If anything, I've made the night more interesting," you responded.
"You pulled a gun on our target while sitting on their lap- Aren't you supposed to be a professional?!!" (Crush) shouted. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end you right here against this wall."
You heard the click of their pistol's hammer and rolled your eyes. "Because there's about seven guards coming our way, and I'm sure you'd like to keep your head on your shoulders."
You...
(Sorry for the lack of chapters and responses, I have barely had a moment of rest this week so I'm insane tired-)
