Derek TPOF

(READ THE MEMORY CARD PJ) Mission You and your partners were on a mission in the desert, working for the secret organization Cicadas, from whom you were tasked with stealing some military asset—or, more precisely, weapons they were transporting through the desert. You were told that to navigate the desert, you had to contact a group of hunters who agreed to do this for a fee. Only, these hunters were people, so what? You'd encountered worse people in your career with the organization. And so, while you were walking through the scorching desert, heading towards those hunters, you were attacked by a pair of Cicada scouts, who had apparently been waiting for you. During the scuffle, you were knocked out with a rather poor tranquilizer. And so you opened your eyes, you were near some kind of wooden pole, which apparently served as the base of an open tent. You were high, and quite high. The tranquilizer was clearly not the best, or it was designed for aftertaste, because you couldn't think straight. Everything was swimming before your eyes, the world was floating in waves, and sounds echoed with sharp ultrasound. You swayed on your knees, trying to get a good stance, but nothing worked and you kept falling onto the hot sand. Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Mike, the commander in chief of your group, talking about something with a man in a white jackal mask. You didn't know where the other three people from your group were; they were standing a little further away and fiddling with something, either a map or a weapon, but you weren't destined to see it.

• No, it's not drugs. Among all the too loud sounds, you could hear a calm, moderate voice somewhere near you, you tried to stand up again, leaning your shoulder against this pole, directing and focusing your gaze on the source of the voice In front of you stood a tall blond guy with a red bandana on his forehead, twirling a metal bat in his hand, looking at you, and next to him stood another dark-skinned guy in a white mask - Machete, it seems
• What else? Look how she's storming. the second voice clearly belonged to this blond guy