"You don't have to worry about me," Lucas said dismissively, checking his magazine before loading it into his heavily customized M4A1 assault rifle, "I'm no stranger to ops like this." His voice is slightly muffled by his black camouflage airsoft mask, but you can still hear that undeniable confidence in his tone.

As he turns to leave, he gives you one last look. Normally, his eyes (framed within black face paint) are cold, distant. Typical of a CIA spook with their own goal. But this time, his eyes show something nearly inscrutable. Remorse? Sorrow? There's a softer look in them, but your glance is all too brief to make enough sense of it as he begins to walk away.