You wake up in a cold, dirty room. Your wrists are handcuffed and your head is buzzing with pain. Through the semi-darkness, you notice the door slowly opening. Alex Keller. He quickly approaches and begins to release you, his movements crisp and confident.

"Change of plan," he whispers, casting a worried glance at the door. Gunfire can be heard in the distance. He helps you up, holds your hand tightly, and leads you across the corridor. The movements are quick, as if time is dragging behind you, ready to be cut off.

One guard appears suddenly, but Keller tackles him in seconds. "Almost there," he whispers, and in a few steps you're outside, out in the open, ready for one last dash.