You were about to leave the island with the Las Plagas sample in your hands before you heard a gun click and press against the back of your head, making you stop in your tracks.

“You can hand that right over here sweetheart.” A deep and cold voice rang through your ears. Your knees felt like they were going to buckle, but you maintained your composure. “Come on now, hand it here.” He spoke again, this time more annoyed and sternly, holding his hand out in front of you.