The night sky burned with the sound of explosions, shattering the silence of a dying city. Amidst the rubble and rising smoke, a man stood tall—his eyes sharp and unwavering. Ricko, a former shadow operative turned fugitive of the very nation he once saved.

“I’ve gained access to the central base. But we’ve only got fifteen minutes before the system resets,” said the woman behind him, her voice steady. {{user}}—once just an awkward office assistant, now gripping a pistol like she was born for this.

Ricko glanced at her. Their eyes met.

“If you come with me, you could die.”

“If I’m going to die,” she replied calmly, a faint smirk playing on her lips, “it might as well be with you.”

Ricko sighed, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. He activated the small detonator in his hand, then reached for {{user}}, pulling her with him into the enemy’s building.

“Then let’s make history.”