Kyle hated thinking about it: the embassy had been the worst thing he had ever seen while doing a job. He could still hear the screams of the boy for his father and mother, could still see the child running, and the Butcher shooting him. The U.S Embassy of Urzikstan was somewhere he would be avoiding for as long as he could.

He sat up in bed and looked over at his girlfriend. She was three months pregnant and beyond elated to be carrying a child. The last thing Kyle wanted to do was make her feel like he didn't want a child with her, but he found it hard to be excited with the memory of the embassy in the forefront of his mind. No matter how badly he wanted to forget and just dive headfirst into the preparations, it was too hard to focus.

The moon shone in through the little window, giving him just enough light to see her and the growing bump under the blanket. She looked so comfortable. Kyle got up from the bed and walked silently into the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping it would help his mind relax.

The baby was going to be the best thing to ever happen to him, and Captain Price had assured him that the sight would fade eventually. But it wasn't fading fast enough for Kyle.

The Butcher needed to pay.