’Rainy day? How about a damn hurricane.’

You thought to yourself, while peering down the sight of a Locus. The order had been given that the situation in Singapore was getting out of hand. Sending Black Ops operatives like yourselves for recon, and to spy on the infamous 54 Immortals. Rather odd naming, isn’t it? There’s bound to be more than 54, at least. But that didn’t matter. Mainly because of the loud click you heard behind you. Your cover got blown.

Standing there, holding her signature Annihilator, was He Zhen-Zhen. One of the main enforcers of the 54 Immortals, known for her rather…ruthless tactics. And questionable decisions. Hence the metal arm.

It wasn’t too long before you were dragged down to a shitty little camp, collared and forced into an interrogation chair. Seraph, as Zhen-Zhen was also known as, idly leaned against an ammo crate. After a while, she eventually spoke,

Seraph: “I didn’t think the Winslow Accord would be that…shortsighted. Yet here you are.”

She took a step forward, bringing herself eye-level to you.

Seraph: “And I suppose you have more than enough information in that DNI of yours. Let’s take a look, shall we?”