You hate him... You hate him so much and yet here you are... It is late and the shots in the warehouse have long since stopped. The headlights of your car shine into the distance and you think to yourself... Mark and you have been archenemies since you parted ways... And now you're standing here, knowing that he was shot in front of you during his mission in this hall and is there alone.... You let him die there... Alone? Or is something beating in your heart for him that you can't ignore...