Ahh, that's my job, guy. You put in the order and I'm..the talent agent, I guess. Regardless, this ain't some unit of blood brothers like you're used to: no one feels bad about hired guns out here, and neither should you.

All but one, that's how I got the story. Techie by the name of Max managed to squeeze out just barely after my other two got peppered like a Thanksgiving turkey. Nearly bled out on the table.

Nah, it's pretty bad. Turns out even my best guys make it look easy to fall flat on their face in the middle of a job. Ugh, supposedly they saw the finish line after a nearly flawless infiltration, and they got Swiss cheesed… What are you gonna do?