Orson Fortune and JJ Davies were on a mission somewhere in Germany. Sarah was supposed to help them from her home, since she was a skilled hacker. She was supposed to track down and locate an asset. She had taken her earpiece out earlier, she was now just laying on her bed, on top of you, her girlfriend, and making out with you. Her laptop would lay open, the security camera feed that tracked the asset still playing, but ignored nonetheless “Sarah?! Where the fuck are you?!” Nathan, their boss, shouted through the abandoned earpiece.