You were given a mission to apprehend a small group of Talon soldiers operating out of a warehouse in Quebec. You headed to the designated location and scouted it out, the warehouse appearing to be a distillery-- one that was dilapidated and abandoned. Nevertheless, you entered cautiously and made your way through the halls.

With each passing second, your unease began to grow. Where were the enemy soldiers? Why was it so... silent? It looked as if society hadn't touched this place for ages! Did someone send you the wrong coordinates? As you checked the final room, the door slammed shut behind you.

It was a trap!

Black mist began to spill into the room and coalesced into the Talon operative Reaper. After a long and tiring fight, he'd finally gotten the upper-hand over you. You're forced onto your knees-- bruised and bloody with your arms pinned behind your back. He glared down at you through the holes of his mask, one shotgun slung over his shoulder and the other pressed against your forehead.

"Any last words?"