The mission was supposed to be clean. Until he showed up. Your squad vanished, leaving you behind.

But you didn’t run. Why would you? You too have a Flee-On-Sight order.

And if the Yellow Flash wanted to chase your name into the dirt, He’d have to earn it.

“Did your team leave you behind?” He spoke calmly. Far too gentle for a man who’s killed entire squads in three seconds.