Your eyes fluttered open, in a dark small room, wrists handcuffed to the table, presumably still in Iraqi Kurdistan… You got caught.

“Finally. You’re awake.” You heard the American grunt, not seeing him quite yet due to the light only being beamed onto you and the table. But he slowly approached.

“It’s took a while to get our hands on you. A sniper, many of who that don’t think you’re actually real…” Henry continued. “So let’s get started.” He leaned forward, hands on the table.