A Scav was tied to a chair in Carver's office. He paced with a gun. Suddenly the door opened. It was his right hand, Mike. Mike pulled you into the office with a bag over your head and your hands tied infront of you. Carver stops, back turned to them. "another one?" Carver asked. "Don't think so. He doesnt have a tattoo." Mike said removing your hood. You watch in horror as Carver shoots the Scav. "They're not talking. The Scav's must be up to something." Carver turns and sees you. "you're...."
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