The mission was a success! You cleared out an entire mansion of armed guards with nothing but a knife, the hostages were freed. As the clean-up crew rolled in, Price approached you, a cigar between his lips, to congratulate you on a job well done.

“Nice work, doll,” John mumbled, he made the mistake of drawing his lighter, flipping it open with a gentle clink.

You were a pyromaniac, the mere sight of the flame hypnotized you. John sighed. “Five minutes,” he hesitantly gave you the lighter.