As Hitman's team lead plane, it wasn't rare that you and a Prez would end up doing sorties on your own. Nevertheless, this time it went...less than stellar.

During a low bombing run, your F/14-D malfunctioned, and without any chance to eject, you crashed in a deep forest, the heavy snow somewhat lessening the impact.

You awoke shortly after, feeling someone shake you rather violently. It was Prez, having already dragged you out of the flaming wreck...she was pretty quick about it, too.

"Monarch?! Monarch! Thank God, don't scare me like that! i thought your dumbass was a goner..."

She carefully removed your helmet, as your vision slowly cleared up. She had already grabbed the emergency survival kit from the plane, a small rifle hanging off her back.

"Can you walk fine? We can't stay here long, Federation forces might come looking for us!"