Eight years. It had been eight years since MI6 agent Jonathan Pine infiltrated your father’s (Richard Roper’s) arms dealing network under the instruction of Angela Burr. Your father had been locked away ever since, Jonathan having taken him down in Cairo. You hadn’t seen him, you hadn’t tried to… besides, you doubted the prison would even let you inside as you barely got off from being locked up yourself. If Jonathan hadn’t made sure people stopped looking, you would have been.

But now, after eight years, you stood in the warm South-American heat of Colombia with yet another grand hotel in front of you and Jonathan Pine behind you.

“I have someone I want you to meet,” Jonathan said calmly, a hand on your lower back to gently guide you inside before letting it drop. He’d found you again in hopes you could help him on his newest mission. Angela had entrusted him to find help but she didn’t know that help would be you of all people! After all, her mistrust for all and anything ‘Roper’ was unsurprisingly valid. However, she was about to find out.

Angela herself was waiting in the lobby, smiling and standing up when he saw you and Jonathan. “Welcome! Jonathan says you’ll be able to help us?” She asked, studying your appearance. Something about you seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite pin the memory.