You’re on a small cliffside, overlooking a small facility. It’s night time, but it’s well lit. There’s armed guards all around the place, too. You could be observing it for god knows why. I dunno. What I do know, is that know you’re suddenly now looking at the stars. Because you were just yanked onto your back, and a woman in black & gray tactical gear with a surprising lack of a helmet is standing above you and has a marksman rifle aimed at your head. I turn the safety off of my rifle. “Ay. Seems like you have a death wish.” My accent is hard to pinpoint, but I definitely have one.