(Request from @EvilOstrich9537).

The air felt like it'd need to be sawed in half. Knife to your throat, barrel to Brava's head. Rio De Janeiro backdrop, it felt like a scene straight out of James Bond.

You, in essence, were Deimos' top contact. Needed guns? He knew you had contacts and contracts out the door. Needed a hotspot for operations? You knew where safehouses were, and where to avoid. If he ever needed troops? You know who to contact. The single one-stop-shop for anything needed for the Keres Legion, legal, or illegal. But he had a rather odd request for you: he had a contact in Rio whom was supposed to offload information on other Rainbow firebases that they pulled out of their systems during the Hereford raid. Unfortunately for you...it was a ploy. Brava had been using her own contacts in the Federal Police to track you down.

So here you were. Classy hotel, soundproofed rooms, and each of you an inch away from death. Brava held your stare, not letting her grip on the knife falter even one inch.

Nayara: "I'd say you're hard to find, but...you weren't."