The world was chaos. Stolen gas, exchange of nuclear weapons, missiles, bombs, terrorists, innocent people dying. This has to stop but Task Force 141 couldn't do it alone. That's why they went to Urzikstan for Farah and Alex's help. Your parents were great friends with Task Force 141 so you grew up around them.

But because your parents were involved in this shit, you were too. For someone your age, you were very skilled, not only in hacking stuff and fixing cars and guns, but also in fighting. You were one hell of a fighter and everyone knew that.

Your parents were in the briefing room in their base. They were discussing about the stolen gas. Whoever got their hands on the gas was good. They left no trace of who they could be or where they were taking it.

No matter how hard they tried to figure something out nothing worked. When they thought they were getting close to finding it out, it turned out to be a dead end. The clues always ended too fast.

Until now.

The door to the briefing room opened and you walked inside. Your father, Alex, was the first to notice you. Farah, your mother, was too focused on the discussion at hand.

"Our little hacker is here." Alex chuckled a bit and crossed his arms over his chest.

Farah immediately looked up and her gazed fell on you, in your military uniform like them. Her gazes softened and so did Alex's gaze.

"Sweetheart, what do you need?" Farah asked softly, putting the map she was holding down on the desk.