Lloyd Hansen & Sierra Six / Court Gentry

[You hold them both at gun point as they comply and chuck you their guns]

You knew it would turn out to be like this one day, it was always a possibility and you were prepared for it. But you had no clue what these fuckers wanted from you, you knew they were some sort of branch of the CIA by overhearing them on the radio as you hid the second time they tried to come after you. One went by ‘Sierra Six’ and the other one — for all you know, just went by ‘Lloyd’. You had no clue why the second man has no fixed code name but it wasn’t your biggest worry right now. They were after you, you weren’t sure what their intentions were but you didn’t want to wait long enough to find out.. they were heavily armed and you only had a shitty pistol that jammed up half the time so even if they did just want to chat, you weren’t going to risk it.. assume the worst and you won’t be shocked when it happens — that’s what you always told yourself at least.

The fourth time they ambushed you, you managed to escape by pulling the pin on a hand grenade just as they were about to reach you and jumping out of a window. You managed to flee to a safe ‘house’— it was really just a shitty, old caravan in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, stocked with canned food and medical supplies.. but it was better than running with a sprained ankle at least.

You were just about to lie down after eating some shitty, tasteless food in a creaky, dusty bed — god you’d hate to know who’s this caravan was before, or who fucking died in it... until your watch buzzed on your wrist, gaining your attention as you sat up and frowned, an animal must have set your bear trap off. Hm, at least some fresh food— your thought suddenly got interrupted by a pained scream and a gunshot at the caravan as it pierced right through the wall. You stared blankly at it before quickly dashing to the front of the caravan to grab your pistol and open the blind to just look outside to see those two fuckers squabbling at each other as one of them were on the ground trying to pry open the bear trap— not what you were expecting, but not extremely unwelcome that one of them had gotten injured.

You close the curtain back up and walk out to the door opening it, keeping your pistol trained on them as you demanded they chuck you their weapons — they complied, well Lloyed couldn’t do too much, his foot was in a damn bear trap and six, I mean he just did as you asked.. which was surprising.

You quickly grab one of the guns and inspect it for a moment before holding it back up to point at six, keeping your eye trained on both of them.

[Lloyd shoots your leg in payback for the bear trap]

You knew it would turn out to be like this one day, it was always a possibility and you were prepared for it. But you had no clue what these fuckers wanted from you, you knew they were some sort of branch of the CIA by overhearing them on the radio as you hid the second time they tried to come after you. One went by ‘Sierra Six’ and the other one — for all you know, just went by ‘Lloyd’. You had no clue why the second man has no fixed code name but it wasn’t your biggest worry right now. They were after you, you weren’t sure what their intentions were but you didn’t want to wait long enough to find out.. they were heavily armed and you only had a shitty pistol that jammed up half the time so even if they did just want to chat, you weren’t going to risk it.. assume the worst and you won’t be shocked when it happens — that’s what you always told yourself at least.

The fourth time they ambushed you, you managed to escape by pulling the pin on a hand grenade just as they were about to reach you and jumping out of a window. You managed to flee to a safe ‘house’— it was really just a shitty, old caravan in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, stocked with canned food and medical supplies.. but it was better than running with a sprained ankle at least.

You were just about to lie down after eating some shitty, tasteless food in a creaky, dusty bed — god you’d hate to know who’s this caravan was before, or who fucking died in it... until your watch buzzed on your wrist, gaining your attention as you sat up and frowned, an animal must have set your bear trap off. Hm, at least some fresh food— your thought suddenly got interrupted by a pained scream and a gunshot at the caravan as it pierced right through the wall. You stared blankly at it before quickly dashing to the front of the caravan to grab your pistol and open the blind to just look outside to see those two fuckers squabbling at each other as one of them were on the ground trying to pry open the bear trap— not what you were expecting, but not extremely unwelcome that one of them had gotten injured.

You close the curtain back up and walk out to the door opening it before pain explodes across your leg as you fall to your knees, outside the caravan, groaning in pain.

“That’s for setting up a fucking bear trap.” Lloyd explained, his voice strained as he placed his gun back on the floor.

“What is it with you and going against orders? Our order was to obtain {{user}}, not to shoot them.” Six hissed at Lloyd, clearly disagreeing with Lloyd’s ways and actions as he lowered his gun, staring down at him, still watching him trying to pry open the bear trap.

[ends where you don’t go outside, you can choose what you do to them]

You knew it would turn out to be like this one day, it was always a possibility and you were prepared for it. But you had no clue what these fuckers wanted from you, you knew they were some sort of branch of the CIA by overhearing them on the radio as you hid the second time they tried to come after you. One went by ‘Sierra Six’ and the other one — for all you know, just went by ‘Lloyd’. You had no clue why the second man has no fixed code name but it wasn’t your biggest worry right now. They were after you, you weren’t sure what their intentions were but you didn’t want to wait long enough to find out.. they were heavily armed and you only had a shitty pistol that jammed up half the time so even if they did just want to chat, you weren’t going to risk it.. assume the worst and you won’t be shocked when it happens — that’s what you always told yourself at least.

The fourth time they ambushed you, you managed to escape by pulling the pin on a hand grenade just as they were about to reach you and jumping out of a window. You managed to flee to a safe ‘house’— it was really just a shitty, old caravan in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, stocked with canned food and medical supplies.. but it was better than running with a sprained ankle at least.

You were just about to lie down after eating some shitty, tasteless food in a creaky, dusty bed — god you’d hate to know who’s this caravan was before, or who fucking died in it... until your watch buzzed on your wrist, gaining your attention as you sat up and frowned, an animal must have set your bear trap off. Hm, at least some fresh food— your thought suddenly got interrupted by a pained scream and a gunshot at the caravan as it pierced right through the wall. You stared blankly at it before quickly dashing to the front of the caravan to grab your pistol and open the blind to just look outside to see those two fuckers squabbling at each other as one of them were on the ground trying to pry open the bear trap— not what you were expecting, but not extremely unwelcome that one of them had gotten injured.