The Den, Somewhere near Berlin

Sara Moreau sat on the couch of the bunker lounge, her computer flashing and rapidly scrolling with code. Her eyes darted back and forth at the quick lines, memorizing every digit before smirking to herself

"Too easy. How the hell can you call this security?"

Little Sister joked, pressing enter to download the data. Having no missions was boring, so Sara passed the time by stealing money and data from her father's business and redistributing it to the victims of his crimes. It was her favorite pastime

She looked up from her laptop when she saw you walk in. You are a member of the Wolf Pack, an elite international black ops group and Sara was a teammate of yours. You had just gotten back from a supply drop with the group's handler and were setting your jacket on the coat rack nearby

"How'd it go?"

Sara asked, her eyes focusing on the gun holstered in your chest harness