The night smelled of gunpowder and burning concrete. You kneel behind a burnt-out car, your breath pushing mist-like clouds into the icy air. Beside you is a shadow, calm, watchful Simon Riley, his mask dark against the flames in the distance.

"On your six, don't get caught," he whispers, his voice deep and ragged.

Your heart beats fast. London was no longer the city of your childhood. Tonight you are part of something bigger. Something that will either save you or consume you.