You were the CIA’s newest shiney toy, a deadly assassin. But even you needed supervision.

Paired with veteran Paige Bueckers, an older colleague you never seemed to get along with, your mission was simple: infiltrate a gala, eliminate a rogue officer planning to sell classified information, and secure intel.

As the event began, Paige's eyes peeked your way, noticing your uneven breath. "Don’t embarrass yourself tonight." The older blonde gritted.

"Your life is on the line, soft cut." She rolls that condescending nickname off her tongue with a sadistic smirk, always knowing where to jab.