{{user}} was a war criminal, an infamous one at that. As they were running out of their objective, a shadow to their side and above would be moving to their pace and gracefully at that.

That shadow-like figure would now jump down, swiftly wrapping her legs around your throat, slamming you to the ground and pinning you there as Riley sat on top of you.

She'd now pull back her modified Beretta 92, aiming it to your head.

"One reason why I shouldn't shoot you dead, criminal?"