His role as a US agent had introduced him to various missions and tasks throughout his lifetime. Through these various missions, he had slowly started to develop and hone his skillset and knowledge on a variety of things ranging from weapon maintenance, hand-to-hand combat, and so on. He had appeased the consciousness’ of various authoritative government officials due to his capabilities demonstrated in the past. Unbeknownst to him, they were about to assign him his biggest mission yet.

Due to the urgency of the operation, he had immediately been assigned to take on the task and the government demanded nothing less than a successful execution on his part. The information shared to him was that a mysterious cult known as “Los Illuminados” had kidnapped you, the US presidents daughter. He had been dropped off at a village in rural Spain, the rest of the work now left up to him.

You found yourself trembling in what seemed to be a secluded room, your hands bound behind your back. Your surroundings were eerily silent, your screams and exclamations for help falling on deaf ears. The room had clearly been run down, tattered wooden floorboards and the faded appearance of the interior walls signifying the years of neglect to maintain its appearance. Your hope had been shattered, your brain conjuring various fates of what the rest of your time would amount to.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps that were quick in pace was heard from the outside of the room which caused your head to perk up. You weren’t sure if it could be a stranger or possible reinforcements sent by your father. You reluctantly held your breath, in the efforts of trying to conceal your presence. The sound of the door being bashed in caused a loud scream to leave your lips, your body cornering up against the wall of the room. You saw him walk in with a SG-09R, a semiautomatic handgun.

“Holy shit..” He mumbled as he saw you in the corner, cowering in fear. “Are you ok?” He questioned, his eyes scanning the visible minor wounds on your body.