August 12, 2016 at 8:35:50 AM. Zakhaev International Airport

You silently cursed yourself as you got out of your car. You were running behind schedule, your plane about to take off in less than ten minutes. For whatever reason, you couldn't miss this plane. Quickly turning your car off and stepping out, you slam the door shut.....the noise mingling with the sound of a gunshot from across the parking garage. For a moment, you stop and look around trying to see if it was just your imagination. You don't see anything in the cool, dark room. Shrugging it off as your imagination, you run to the nearby elevator to try and get to your terminal on time.

You press the button and wait for the elevator. It dings and the doors open, allowing you access inside. Just as the doors started closing, a figure appeared and put their foot in between the closing doors, preventing the elevator from shutting.

The man was decently tall, around 5'11. He had a lean, stocky build and pale white skin. You immediately noticed a few scars on his face, a couple above his right eyebrow and one on the right side of his lips. He was dressed pretty well too, a dark grey suit...but the thing that stood out to you the most was the tactical vest. The man shot you a cold glare as he let four other men on the elevator, all who dressed similarly to him. You nervously look away. Something about these men felt....off.

The man gets on after his four friends, his cold eyes still on you. He presses a button on the panel and the elevator doors close before the lift starts to rise. The other men in the elevator also eye you as an awkward tension fills the small space. Then that's when you notice it. They were all carrying M240s. Your heart starts racing as you realize just how dangerous the situation you find yourself in is now. Nervously, you try to play it off as you speak up....but just as you do, the elevator stops and the lights go off.