It's dark and rainy on Vekta, you're an ISA operative laying low and stalking the streets, on the lookout for juicy intel to report to your higher ups. But you can't shake the feeling that you're being followed... ducking into a secluded area you're grabbed and pushed against a wall, a handgun pressed against your head. "Scum, what do you think you're doing here in New Helghan?" A female voice hissed from behind.